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[sesa]

I will make this pretty later

(Spoilers I won't, I always say I will but I won't-)

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INVENTORY:

-Grenade Launcher with 3 ammo stacks (refreshes monthly)

-Nondescript gaming console (it's an offbrand Nintendo Switch)

-Some glowing star rocks from an investigation with Elsword in the Deep Woods

-A little knitted dragon from Elsword that I forgot to link and am too lazy to find now

-1 Kotatsu that he keeps in his room at the lab. It's red with light beige birds on it

-His toolbox from Rhodes

-A workshop that connects to Gnosis' lab via a breezeway. He lives there with Passenger now

-3 erythrites, used to make Passenger a pair of earrings

Comments

[sesa]

[Well, in that case...his hands will eventually settle there, his claws dancing along the sensitive skin of his thighs just in time for Elliot to kiss him so hard he actually feels his vision swim for a moment. He gasps aloud through the kiss at that bite, leaving him slightly panting between them when Elliot just barely draws back out of it.]

Yes...of course....none of them kiss like you do. My little bird...

[forwander]

[Good, he hopes so. Maybe in a moment, it will become abundantly clear that the fires of Elliot's jealousy have been stoked. Maybe Sesa will feel it in the hands that hold the Vouivre down, in the nails that press into his shoulders when he steals another kiss, less crushing and suffocating than that of earlier, but no less passionate. No less possessive, as Elliot's tongue plunges into Sesa's mouth for nothing more than a teasing, quick taste before he backs up.]

You know, you remember, who you belong to, then.

[It's not phrased like a question. It's a statement, an assurance.]

[sesa]

[Hahaha...bro you boutta make him hard at this rate-

Sesa is well and truly breathless by the time Elliot pulls back this time, his mouth hanging open now that Elliot has sufficiently plundered his mouth with his tongue. He tastes just as sweet and addictive as ever, he notes distantly.]

H-haah...I...yes. I'm yours...

[He's yours, and boy it's feeling a little hot in here all of a sudden.]

[forwander]

[Elliot is not strong enough to keep Sesa pinned down like this. He has upper body strength, yes, but compared to a Vouivre? Absolutely no body strength here, Sesa could flip him easily.

Still, Elliot holds the man down anyway, looking down at him like he's assessing Sesa's words. Scrutinizing. He is so jealous he can't think straight, but at least some clarity returns after a moment.]

Good. I hope you remember, or I may just have to force you never to forget.

[haha

what does that mean]

[sesa]

[Oh yes, Sesa could flip him. ...but he doesn't. Has no desire to, really. Seeing Elliot show his own strength and determination to keep him pinned down makes Sesa want to stay exactly where he is, looking up at him with his eyes glazed over and jaws slightly open.]

Oh...? And how might that be...?

[forwander]

[Hums thoughtfully

Leans down

Fucking bites Sesa right where his neck meets his shoulder. That one is going to bruise at best, and his canines slightly scratch. He's no Vouivre, his teeth aren't sharp, but enough pressure to anything will break the skin at least a bit.

Sorry, he loves you, this is love it's just also possessiveness.]

[sesa]

[Sesa lets out a sharp, snarling growl of surprise, his brows knitting together at the ferocity of the bite. It's nothing he can't handle; it's more the unexpected nature of it that gets him, more than anything.

Ahh...why are you so hot for.]

Message...duly received, my love...