[Jikan IC Inbox][un: redwine]

[judgementor]

"Leave a message. If it's important, I'll get back to you."

*beep*

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[ilqaras]

My apologies for messaging you so late at night. I would understand completely if you don't reply, but if you do, would you mind if we talked for a moment or two?

I'm afraid I can't sleep.

[judgementor]

[Red Wine likes sleeping. He likes it a great deal, in fact. So when his comm device goes off and wakes him up he's ready to be incredibly grouchy at the person who dared to disturb him.

Until he sees who it is, anyway.]

I suppose that makes two of us now.

We can talk.

[ilqaras]

I hope I did not wake you. If I did, feel free to go back to sleep. I wouldn't blame you in the slightest.

[it is selfish of him to expect Red Wine to carry a conversation with him when he should let the man sleep, after all. perhaps he can deal with the sleepless night himself]

Happy Christmas, bastard man

[battlebound]

( Steak prefers practical gifts. things which can be used, eaten, experienced. it only makes sense, given their lives on Tierra. travelling from place to place is ill suited to dragging piles of sentimentality with you.

so, in the spirit of the way they've always been, what Red Wine gets is a fine bottle of his namesake and a new, high quality belt with a holder for his sabre. )

(': i'm not gomen

[battlebound]

Do you like being tied up?

( this particular No Context Text comes to Red Wine courtesy of Steak's latest loan from the library, which unfortunately stars his illustrious brother in arms. )

goddddd

[judgementor]

[Uh???]

What kind of a question is that???

;D

[battlebound]

( don't look at him like that!!! even through text!!! he CAN FEEL YOUR JUDGEMENT, ASSHOLE. )

A legitimate one.

[ilqaras]

Look at this beautiful hosta I rescued. She seems to be thriving, even in this colder weather.

[should he be getting ready to sleep? maybe. but look at the pretty plant]

[judgementor]

[It takes a couple of minutes for Red Wine to reply.]

I would never have guessed that you like plants.

[ilqaras]

Oh, I love them. Perhaps it may be my affinity for earth magic, or that I appreciate something to vibrant and alive in my living space. I've found myself missing the gardens in my palace. I've even considered opening a flower shop and plant nursery here, but I'm not sure if that's too ambitious a goal.

why am i like this

[ilqaras]

You drew memories in my mind
I could never erase.
You painted colours in my heart
I could never replace.

simp

[judgementor]

Did you write that?

[ilqaras]

Perhaps. Let's just say I've been recently inspired.

Would you like me to write you another one?

k i s s e s or, uh, steak being a thirst trap?

[battlebound]

( Building things is not an easy task, but it is a rewarding one. Building something that's exclusively for the home he and Red Wine now have only increases the feeling of satisfaction he gets when he completes the raised bed containers for the garden area, slapping a coat of glossy varnish over the wood and leaving it to dry where he stands. )

Red Wine!

( Steak is smiling, topless, with the sheen of sweat that comes with working in the warm summer sun all day. Not that he needed to complete this bed today, but there was time and he was itching to sink his teeth into something.

But that cooler of water sat in the shade next to Red Wine is looking mighty good too. )

What do you think?

( Please excuse him while he takes one of the water bottles and pours half of it over his head, letting the chill wash away some of the exertion. )

[judgementor]

[Red Wine had been joining in, working hard in the way that Steak knows very well he is capable of, but as the sun had risen higher he had slunk away to sit under an umbrella with a glass of water. He's content to watch Steak work from that vantage point, idly admiring the way his muscles shift as he moves, but the moment the other Food Soul's attention falls on him his long ears prick up and he straightens in his chair.]

They're passable. [He hums, only to yelp and almost fall out of his chair as he quickly pulls his feet up to avoid the worst of the water splashing across the patio.]

Really?!

[Excuse you?!]

Was that necessary?

[ilqaras]

Would you entertain me if I asked you a question?

[judgementor]

I'm sure I would, what is it?

[ilqaras]

When my heart was unlovable
and ached with emptiness
when I was fragile
and loneliness consumed me,
you still loved me.

[judgementor]

I don't suppose you'd believe me if I said you make it easy.

[ilqaras]

Are you busy at the moment?

[judgementor]

Not with anything I can't put to one side. What's the matter?

event text; un: steak

[battlebound]

if you keep saying such things, I'll have to silence you

[judgementor]

I haven't said anything to you, idiot.

[Action] - NSFW

[icepatch]

[Kaeya really shouldn't have underestimated Red Wine. He knew he shouldn't. Maybe he got a little cocky after being with Diluc for so long, after having limits pushed by him and by Venti. But no, it was only his third orgasm in very little time and he was shaking. He didn't utter the safe word they had decided on once they agreed to this challenge, to see if Kaeya could outlast Red Wine or at least come close. Nor was he thinking about saying it now.

But he would be lying if he said the thought hadn't crossed his mind.

Kaeya clutched the pillow, panting heavily against the fabric once his hips were released and his legs essentially had no strength left to hold them up now that he was being given a small respite. He fell right into his own mess, but that was the least of his worries. The toy had also been pulled out of him in order to not overwhelm any further.]

Nnnnh... hah... I think you've gotten... more devious than the last time!

[Was that a whine? Maybe. But he certainly won't admit to it. Archons, even his thighs were twitching.]

[judgementor]

[To be completely fair to Red Wine, he had warned Kaeya, on repeated occasions, to not underestimate his stamina if he was permitted to use it to its full extent. The Food Soul is always mindful of the limits of his partners, particularly the human ones, but this time Kaeya had all but demanded that he push him to his limits and how could he refuse something like that?

The only thing that he demands in return is a safe word.

He pushes the man to his third orgasm in short order with ease and then draws out the toy he has been using to stimulate him while his own erection recovers. Refractory periods were really not that much to worry about with kizuna and he has been idly stroking himself since the last time Kaeya climaxed.]

Heh.

[Kaeya's pretty like this. Red Wine leans down to press a cheeky kiss to the top of his cheekbone.]

Are you giving up already? I think you can take a little more than this.