[ Linhardt's attempt at a pedantic, deadpan retort is completely ruined. Completely and utterly ruined. Because Linhardt is a person in possession of a body and a cock and he barely has time to adjust before Rei has stripped him bare and impaled himself on Linhardt.
Not that Linhardt is in any way objecting. The man moans a low sound from the back of his throat and lets his head fall back against the headboard, eyes shutting and toes curling in complete bliss. Goddess, that feels good. If there is anything that makes Linhardt believe in the Goddess, it is how good the simple things in life can feel.
Simple, but not boring. Rei is warm and tight around Linhardt's cock and the man can't help but thrust his hips upward, attempting to drive himself further inside of the man. More. He needs more.
Linhardt reaches out his hands, seeking more skin to skin contact. More of Rei's delicious moaning. Given how quickly Rei initiated, Linhardt takes a chance and simply wraps a hand around Rei's own cock, stroking it while he stares up at Rei with his pale face flushed, almost too dazed by the sudden rush of pleasure to speak.
Almost. ]
Yes, it's... oh Goddess.. in some ways...harder to do very small magics... oh you're good at this, this feels so good...
[ Rei is being very distracting. ]
Like how it's easier to punch someone than use paintbrushes well.
[rei immediately dips forward to bite gently at linhardt's pale neck, delighting in the reddened marks that appear quickly in his wake. he presses kiss after kiss before pulling away to put his all into riding him into oblivion. when linhardt thrusts up to meet him, he chokes on a moan. when linhardt grasps his dick, rei's eyes roll back, bliss overtaking him in that moment.
luckily, he's honed the skill of still paying attention even when he's getting his soul fucked out of him. he smirks, showing off a little with a particular roll of his hips. when the best way to gauge magical energy is sex in your world and you're a researcher of said magical energy, you end up getting really fucking good at fucking. his own prowess is usually something he doesn't care much for, it's simply a tool to get whatever he needs, but in this moment, he's happy he can provide linhardt a mind-blowing experience.]
Mm- depends on the person's essence levels. [he tightens around linhardt, enjoying the feeling of a slightly slower drag of his cock inside.] If it's high, like yours, it's - haah - euphoric. Better than an orgasm, it's simply unparalleled. Nngh, those with normal or below average essence, ah, it's akin to a chore, merely fucking them to get what I want then leaving.
[whether for essence, data, or information, it's all the same. and that's most people in klein. but alas, he does what he has to to achieve his goals. at least here in the resort, he's got so many people with high amounts of "essence," not just fellow clan members. he's truly thriving here. and there's so much research to be done. this current research study of his is only the beginning.]
Though - hah! - there is a theory about, hnngh, essence equilibrium. If one side expels m-more essence than the other, then essence will be siphoned from the party with more essence so that balance - fuck - will be reached. [he takes a moment to simply lose himself to fucking himself on linhardt, feeling how deep he reaches, the essence in his cum, all of him.] It could be a factor in essence reg- regulation with those of average levels...
[ Linhardt's response to the barrage of kisses and love bites is simple: the healer turns his head to the side and reaches up a pale hand to move his hair away, exposing more of his neck for Rei to enjoy if he feels so inclined.
The moan is delightful. How much better would it sound if Rei were so intoxicated he couldn't hold back? Linhardt's eyes watch the other man's motions hungrily, memorizing what Rei's ecstasy looks like. The hand around Rei's cock speeds up as Linhardt guesses that Rei prefers immediate, overwhelming sensation.
He must admit, there is some merit in this approach - Linhardt feels as though he's on a diving wyvern, holding on for dear life as he feels the wind rush past him and his stomach fall out in joy - all he can do is try to match Rei's motions with his own, to meld them closer together and drive himself as far into Rei as their respective anatomies will allow. His other hand rests on Rei's hip, hand curling. His fingers dig into the skin when Rei tightens around him and Linhardt shudders, moaning loudly at the warmth enveloping his cock. ]
I'm glad...you're enjoying this... I don't want to be...a chore.
[ And it does sound like a chore most of the time from what Rei is saying. That makes Linhardt's heart pang underneath the haze of lust, and the hand that was on Rei's hip comes up to cup his cheek, softly stroking a thumb over his face. ]
What happens when...essence...is not regulated...?
[he'll take full advantage of that offered smooth column of neck, thank you very much. the skin is so warm under his lips, taking his marks so easily. his little gasps of pleasure ghost along his skin as he rolls his hips back, as linhardt quickens his touch on his cock.
and, oh, when linhardt starts spearing into him in earnest, fucking his essence into rei's core, rei moans loudly at being filled in every sense of the word, both physically and with essence. he slams himself down just as eagerly, eyes dilating from just how damn good it feels. linhardt's essence seems to curl inside him, filling every crevice before expanding, slotting into his own irregular essence and fortifying it.]
Oh, you have- nothing to worry about- mm-!
[because this is anything but - it's bliss. and it shows plainly in his expression, eyes unfocused as he swims in pleasure, not just from the essence but from a good ol' fashioned dicking, too.]
Ah- unimaginable pain, mostly. [a huffed laugh, despite it not being very funny at all.] In rarer cases, death - but that's, hah, quite the anomaly and requires several other factors in order to get that dire. Essence is - incredibly inefficient at best. It seems most other worlds don't have this sort of need.
[ Almost every touch leaves at least a temporary mark on Linhardt's unblemished skin, and any attempt to mark him more heavily is immediately rewarded, skin blotting into a swirl of purples and reds. A reward for Rei's efforts, along with a blink of surprise from Linhardt.
So faster is best. It's not Linhardt's preference, but Rei is doing most of the work and he finds the man not uninteresting to talk to, so he'll put in some effort. The man doesn't match Rei thrust for thrust, but on occasion he times the rolls of his hips with Rei to bury himself extra deeply inside the other man, causing his head to fall back and his mouth to fall open in a groan of bliss while his lower back arches. ]
I...hope...that's...rare...
How do - oh my oh oh yes yes - keep doing that yes yes you feel good...this feels good...
It's oh my goddess oh I can't oh ... distracting...
oh no, the one time rei doesn't want his partner to be speechless LOL
[what do you mean, linhardt! the faster the better. well - that's rei's usual modus operandi. he's quickly finding himself questioning his usual, meeting more and more interesting people. people he doesn't want to just fuck and leave. people like linhardt, who he wants to stick around and discuss so. many. theories with. and perhaps engage in further experiments with.
it's strange, a thought that sticks with him as he rides linhardt to oblivion, as he fucks his own brains out on linhardt's dick.]
Nngh- I feel good, huh? I'll, ah, show you more of where that comes from-
[once more, he tightens around linhardt, maintains it as he leans forward to pull him into another kiss, deep and hungry, as if he isn't well on his way to get another serving of essence. he pulls away just enough to say:] Give me your essence- fuck- I want it all-!
[ Linhardt's frantic, breathy sentence is cut off by a sharp gasp when Rei tightens himself around Linhardt's cock again. It's almost as though Rei is trying to draw every bit of Linhardt's attention to the cock between his legs, but then Linhardt finds himself hauled towards Rei. Acquiescing as easily as a ragdoll, Linhardt opens his tongue and allows Rei full access.
He moans into Rei's mouth, jutting his hips up into Rei with more energy than before. Rei wants him. Wants this. The next time Rei tightens around Linhardt, the healer can't hold it in anymore: Those hands clutch tightly at Rei's hips and keep the man impaled on Linhardt while the man empties himself, head lolling back, eyes closed, and mouth open in pure ecstasy]
but then rei can't see lin's cute faces hehe he'll take the speechlessness
[oh, the sweet, euphoric feeling of getting filled with warm, powerful essence and feeling it in the deepest part of himself. it's enough to bring him to release as well, spilling onto mostly linhardt (oops) with a loud, unabashed cry. he fucks himself on linhardt just a few more times, enjoying the sharp pangs of overstimulation, before settling to catch his bearings.]
Your essence... is spectacular.
[he thinks he's going to enjoy it here if so many people are going to have such amazing essence like linhardt's.
after a moment, he pulls himself off to carefully scooch closer to the nightstand, where he has helpfully moved his vial and incubator setup for ease of collecting samples. he props a leg up on the nightstand and moves a vial between his legs for the sexy, sexy process of extraction. he corks it then sets it in the warming chamber to analyze later. then he takes his notebook and flops in the pillows next to linhardt, writing out the data from linhardt's essence readings. and also the readings from linhardt's earlier experiment, which was actually incredibly helpful for rei's own research as well.]
Lin hearing that like 'just gonna put a bag over my face forever now thx'
[ Linhardt exhales the polite acknowledgement between deep, tired breaths. He enjoys having sex. It is also a strenuous physical activity and Linhardt is prone to exhaustion. So while Rei gets up and starts doing...something, Linhardt takes the opportunity to return to his favorite position: Lying down. He yawns and snuggles into the pillow, completely heedless of the semen spilled across his body. It will be there when he wakes up. Now it's time to sleep.
He barely moves when Rei joins him, seeming for all intents and purposes to be dead to the world, lying there with closed eyes and quiet breaths. At least until he speaks one drowsy sentences, fighting off the Prince of Dreams for one more minute so he can express something truly important:]
[he looks over at his practically-already-asleep companion. he enjoyed their time together immensely, which is... not really that usual for rei. sex is a means to an end for him, which is why this resort suits his needs just fine. it's clearly not the case for linhardt, but rei finds he doesn't really mind. his company is and was so incredibly enjoyable, that rei is actually looking forward to the next time they can meet.
it's been quite some time since he last had someone he could research with. that guy turned out to be crazy, but linhardt is proving to be otherwise. which is awesome, because sometimes you just want to bounce theories off of someone else who knows what you're talking about.
he writes the last of his notes on their encounter before climbing out of bed with a biiiig stretch. linhardt was his last... "appointment" so to speak for the day, so he doesn't have to kick him out. he'll just let the guy sleep. he at least grabs some tissues off the nightstand to clean linhardt up for him - which, again, is not a usual service rei provides, but... he figured he'd pay him back for the good time and even better conversation.
he brushes back some hair from linhardt's face, presses his lips to his temple.] They'll be ready whenever you wake up.
[and now - he believes he has a copious amount of notes to read thanks to his new acquaintance. he pulls his robe back on and settles down at the table with the notes and plenty of fruit to keep himself fed for the rest of the night. whenever linhardt wakes up, rei will be there, asleep on folded arms, a half-eaten apple and a copy of his transcribed notes next to him.]
( OOC: I think we can wrap up here? Honestly, Linhardt is gonna sleep for a while. Sex is tiring. He's a tired boy. )
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[ Practically, nothing. Linhardt is dead to the world - he makes a small noise and moves underneath Rei's hands when the other graciously cleans Linhardt but he doesn't awake. Instead, he turns over on his side, curling into a fetal position for a moment before throwing one leg to the side, sticking one bare foot out under the sheets to regulate his temperature. He's happy to sleep for hours, and whether Rei is there when Linhardt wakes up is of no concern to him. He's comfortable, warm, and resting. He is, for the moment, happy. ]
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[ Linhardt's attempt at a pedantic, deadpan retort is completely ruined. Completely and utterly ruined. Because Linhardt is a person in possession of a body and a cock and he barely has time to adjust before Rei has stripped him bare and impaled himself on Linhardt.
Not that Linhardt is in any way objecting. The man moans a low sound from the back of his throat and lets his head fall back against the headboard, eyes shutting and toes curling in complete bliss. Goddess, that feels good. If there is anything that makes Linhardt believe in the Goddess, it is how good the simple things in life can feel.
Simple, but not boring. Rei is warm and tight around Linhardt's cock and the man can't help but thrust his hips upward, attempting to drive himself further inside of the man. More. He needs more.
Linhardt reaches out his hands, seeking more skin to skin contact. More of Rei's delicious moaning. Given how quickly Rei initiated, Linhardt takes a chance and simply wraps a hand around Rei's own cock, stroking it while he stares up at Rei with his pale face flushed, almost too dazed by the sudden rush of pleasure to speak.
Almost. ]
Yes, it's... oh Goddess.. in some ways...harder to do very small magics... oh you're good at this, this feels so good...
[ Rei is being very distracting. ]
Like how it's easier to punch someone than use paintbrushes well.
What...does reading essence...feel like?
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luckily, he's honed the skill of still paying attention even when he's getting his soul fucked out of him. he smirks, showing off a little with a particular roll of his hips. when the best way to gauge magical energy is sex in your world and you're a researcher of said magical energy, you end up getting really fucking good at fucking. his own prowess is usually something he doesn't care much for, it's simply a tool to get whatever he needs, but in this moment, he's happy he can provide linhardt a mind-blowing experience.]
Mm- depends on the person's essence levels. [he tightens around linhardt, enjoying the feeling of a slightly slower drag of his cock inside.] If it's high, like yours, it's - haah - euphoric. Better than an orgasm, it's simply unparalleled. Nngh, those with normal or below average essence, ah, it's akin to a chore, merely fucking them to get what I want then leaving.
[whether for essence, data, or information, it's all the same. and that's most people in klein. but alas, he does what he has to to achieve his goals. at least here in the resort, he's got so many people with high amounts of "essence," not just fellow clan members. he's truly thriving here. and there's so much research to be done. this current research study of his is only the beginning.]
Though - hah! - there is a theory about, hnngh, essence equilibrium. If one side expels m-more essence than the other, then essence will be siphoned from the party with more essence so that balance - fuck - will be reached. [he takes a moment to simply lose himself to fucking himself on linhardt, feeling how deep he reaches, the essence in his cum, all of him.] It could be a factor in essence reg- regulation with those of average levels...
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The moan is delightful. How much better would it sound if Rei were so intoxicated he couldn't hold back? Linhardt's eyes watch the other man's motions hungrily, memorizing what Rei's ecstasy looks like. The hand around Rei's cock speeds up as Linhardt guesses that Rei prefers immediate, overwhelming sensation.
He must admit, there is some merit in this approach - Linhardt feels as though he's on a diving wyvern, holding on for dear life as he feels the wind rush past him and his stomach fall out in joy - all he can do is try to match Rei's motions with his own, to meld them closer together and drive himself as far into Rei as their respective anatomies will allow. His other hand rests on Rei's hip, hand curling. His fingers dig into the skin when Rei tightens around him and Linhardt shudders, moaning loudly at the warmth enveloping his cock. ]
I'm glad...you're enjoying this... I don't want to be...a chore.
[ And it does sound like a chore most of the time from what Rei is saying. That makes Linhardt's heart pang underneath the haze of lust, and the hand that was on Rei's hip comes up to cup his cheek, softly stroking a thumb over his face. ]
What happens when...essence...is not regulated...?
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and, oh, when linhardt starts spearing into him in earnest, fucking his essence into rei's core, rei moans loudly at being filled in every sense of the word, both physically and with essence. he slams himself down just as eagerly, eyes dilating from just how damn good it feels. linhardt's essence seems to curl inside him, filling every crevice before expanding, slotting into his own irregular essence and fortifying it.]
Oh, you have- nothing to worry about- mm-!
[because this is anything but - it's bliss. and it shows plainly in his expression, eyes unfocused as he swims in pleasure, not just from the essence but from a good ol' fashioned dicking, too.]
Ah- unimaginable pain, mostly. [a huffed laugh, despite it not being very funny at all.] In rarer cases, death - but that's, hah, quite the anomaly and requires several other factors in order to get that dire. Essence is - incredibly inefficient at best. It seems most other worlds don't have this sort of need.
You're really good at this, Rei! He can't talk
So faster is best. It's not Linhardt's preference, but Rei is doing most of the work and he finds the man not uninteresting to talk to, so he'll put in some effort. The man doesn't match Rei thrust for thrust, but on occasion he times the rolls of his hips with Rei to bury himself extra deeply inside the other man, causing his head to fall back and his mouth to fall open in a groan of bliss while his lower back arches. ]
I...hope...that's...rare...
How do - oh my oh oh yes yes - keep doing that yes yes you feel good...this feels good...
It's oh my goddess oh I can't oh ... distracting...
oh no, the one time rei doesn't want his partner to be speechless LOL
it's strange, a thought that sticks with him as he rides linhardt to oblivion, as he fucks his own brains out on linhardt's dick.]
Nngh- I feel good, huh? I'll, ah, show you more of where that comes from-
[once more, he tightens around linhardt, maintains it as he leans forward to pull him into another kiss, deep and hungry, as if he isn't well on his way to get another serving of essence. he pulls away just enough to say:] Give me your essence- fuck- I want it all-!
Well then stop being good at sex
[ Linhardt's frantic, breathy sentence is cut off by a sharp gasp when Rei tightens himself around Linhardt's cock again. It's almost as though Rei is trying to draw every bit of Linhardt's attention to the cock between his legs, but then Linhardt finds himself hauled towards Rei. Acquiescing as easily as a ragdoll, Linhardt opens his tongue and allows Rei full access.
He moans into Rei's mouth, jutting his hips up into Rei with more energy than before. Rei wants him. Wants this. The next time Rei tightens around Linhardt, the healer can't hold it in anymore: Those hands clutch tightly at Rei's hips and keep the man impaled on Linhardt while the man empties himself, head lolling back, eyes closed, and mouth open in pure ecstasy]
but then rei can't see lin's cute faces hehe he'll take the speechlessness
Your essence... is spectacular.
[he thinks he's going to enjoy it here if so many people are going to have such amazing essence like linhardt's.
after a moment, he pulls himself off to carefully scooch closer to the nightstand, where he has helpfully moved his vial and incubator setup for ease of collecting samples. he props a leg up on the nightstand and moves a vial between his legs for the sexy, sexy process of extraction. he corks it then sets it in the warming chamber to analyze later. then he takes his notebook and flops in the pillows next to linhardt, writing out the data from linhardt's essence readings. and also the readings from linhardt's earlier experiment, which was actually incredibly helpful for rei's own research as well.]
Lin hearing that like 'just gonna put a bag over my face forever now thx'
[ Linhardt exhales the polite acknowledgement between deep, tired breaths. He enjoys having sex. It is also a strenuous physical activity and Linhardt is prone to exhaustion. So while Rei gets up and starts doing...something, Linhardt takes the opportunity to return to his favorite position: Lying down. He yawns and snuggles into the pillow, completely heedless of the semen spilled across his body. It will be there when he wakes up. Now it's time to sleep.
He barely moves when Rei joins him, seeming for all intents and purposes to be dead to the world, lying there with closed eyes and quiet breaths. At least until he speaks one drowsy sentences, fighting off the Prince of Dreams for one more minute so he can express something truly important:]
Remember to make me a copy.
no!! too pretty to put a bag over it!!!
it's been quite some time since he last had someone he could research with. that guy turned out to be crazy, but linhardt is proving to be otherwise. which is awesome, because sometimes you just want to bounce theories off of someone else who knows what you're talking about.
he writes the last of his notes on their encounter before climbing out of bed with a biiiig stretch. linhardt was his last... "appointment" so to speak for the day, so he doesn't have to kick him out. he'll just let the guy sleep. he at least grabs some tissues off the nightstand to clean linhardt up for him - which, again, is not a usual service rei provides, but... he figured he'd pay him back for the good time and even better conversation.
he brushes back some hair from linhardt's face, presses his lips to his temple.] They'll be ready whenever you wake up.
[and now - he believes he has a copious amount of notes to read thanks to his new acquaintance. he pulls his robe back on and settles down at the table with the notes and plenty of fruit to keep himself fed for the rest of the night. whenever linhardt wakes up, rei will be there, asleep on folded arms, a half-eaten apple and a copy of his transcribed notes next to him.]
Bag. NOW.
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[ Practically, nothing. Linhardt is dead to the world - he makes a small noise and moves underneath Rei's hands when the other graciously cleans Linhardt but he doesn't awake. Instead, he turns over on his side, curling into a fetal position for a moment before throwing one leg to the side, sticking one bare foot out under the sheets to regulate his temperature. He's happy to sleep for hours, and whether Rei is there when Linhardt wakes up is of no concern to him. He's comfortable, warm, and resting. He is, for the moment, happy. ]