bondsofsuffering | Monster Bingo 4.0

[Looks at Tsukasa. Looks out over the pool they're currently in.]

...Mermaid school?

. . .

Well. I suppose that this isn't really all that suitable for a classroom setting, is it?

Not exactly.

Got any other fantasies?

I don't know. I don't think about this sort of thing. What is a fantasy you have?

...Tsukasa, you do realize fantasies can also be sexual, right?

[ . . . ///////////////// ]

W-Wait was that the intention of the square all along!?

Probably ♥

Would you like to reconsider your answer?

[ Hands to either side of Izzy's cheeks! ]

I-I don't know! I also don't think about that very often. Is this supposed to be things that I w-want to do...?

Of course, I realize you are waiting for an answer, but-- I'm only just discovering these sorts of things! Y-You're the one who makes me think of things that are possibly out of the ordinary! I-I mean, I... like...

[ . . . ]

Can I begin with something simple?

Edited 2022-10-21 04:21 (UTC)

[Curling a hand around one of his. He's clearly having fun watching Tsukasa's panic.]

Something simple's fine. Everyone has to start somewhere, Tsu~ka~sa♪

[ He draws closer, tentacles carefully winding around Izanagi's body in order to shorten the distance between them. Both hands still cup either side of his face as he draws up, lips near brushing against his own, breath warm, before--

Lick.

Right against his lips. ]

[He's surprised for a moment before laughing lightly - licking him back, and then pressing in for a proper kiss, just to see how he reacts.]

[ His cheeks turn pink, the actual return lick and then kiss catching him off guard. He doesn't pull back too far. Rather, he stares up at him.]

. . . Unbelievable.

[Snickering.]

So, about that fantasy of yours... Unless you'd rather I drag it out of you?

. . . [ That just makes him blush even deeper. ]

I thought getting a reaction out of you and making you squirm would have been a splendid one. But you barely reacted at all.

You'll have to work hard for that fantasy to become reality. But there's still plenty of other things I can do to you ♪

Like...?

Well...

[Leaning in to whisper right into his ear:]

I could just fuck you again, you know.

[He'll also take the opportunity to snag one of those tentacles, running a hand down it to the tip.]

[Goosebumps spread over his exposed skin and he draws in a breath as pink colors his cheeks all the way to the tips of his ears. One of his free tenacles shifts, loosely entwining around Izzy's waist in a sort of restless manner and he shivers as his hand strokes a tentacle.

He licks his lips.]

L-Like this...?

[He tilts his head cutely, eyes still on Tsukasa.]

Why not? If it's something you'd fantasize about...

[The strokes along that tentacle, naturally, do not stop.]

[ Trying to look in every other direction except at Izanagi as though if he does, it will betray his thoughts. On the one hand, he does not actively fantasize about this. On the other hand, it is not zero times that he has thought about something like this...

And it's all of Izzy's fault to begin with, due to the last time he wound up with tentacles. But admitting that would be the worst.]

I was just thinking that... it isn't as though I have normal legs right now.

[ . . . Clearly, Tsukasa. He is literally stroking one of his tentacles and it's very distracting at the moment.]

And?

[Sliding his hand to the tip of said tentacle to idly rub at it with his thumb.]

It's not like you need regular legs for that.

Have you ever experienced a moment of shame?

[ There's no real sting or accusation behind it. His hand movements... really are distracting. Especially since it feels nice. His tentacles wind around Izzy and truly tug him underwater, and he searches around to see if there's anywhere within that could serve as a monster's den. For two mers, anyway. ]

[He snickers - continues to as he's tugged underwater, kicking with his webbed feet to keep up.]

[ It looks like, toward the bottom of the water there's a little structure. He tugs him toward that, and once he finds an entrance, he tugs him inside.

It looks... as though it's furnished? In a way, at least. Comfortable places to rest or sit, like a secret hideaway. ]

I suppose... they made things like this for people who are afflicted with the mer card.

[ Since he's a mer... it seems he's able to communicate beneath the water. Or at least he believes he is.]

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