PSL (closed)

[1stknight]

[Honestly, being summoned was quite the surprise to Bedivere. Being a saber, he knew he was at a disadvantage. After all, there were so many more sabers even just from the Round Table who were much more famous, so surely they would have been summoned over him. In fact, he was sure it had happened countless times before. That one master he had met, the one from Chaldea, they had spoken of singularities and grail wars to span several worlds and timelines. And with so many fine Sabers to choose from, he was sure that he hadn't ever been summoned before. The short time between the 'creation of his legend' and 'now' notwithstanding.

It made him feel a touch inadequate, if he was being truthful. After all, he was a simple knight. The master who had summoned him, he deserved better than someone like him. But if he was the one who was summoned, then he would fulfill his duty to this new master. Nothing would be done in half-steps, never again.

So as his form solidified in the summoning circle, Bedivere offered his new master a warm smile. Once again, his life was sworn to someone else's. Whatever his master wished for, Bedivere would help him achieve it.]

Saber, Bedivere. I am honored to be summoned by you. From now on, I shall be your Servant.

['I am honored to be summoned at all' was the truth, but he didn't speak that.

Then he paused, and he took a survey of the situation. The summoning circle was expertly made, but this man in front of him...well. He didn't look like a mage. He looked like a normal person. Perhaps it was a disguise? Or maybe there was more to this situation than he could see immediately. He would have to wait for his new master to respond in order to find out more.]

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[neverwashere]

[Ahahahah. Welp. Being all too aware of that touch only serves to increase his sensitivity to it, and the flush spreads to his neck.]

Bedwyr.

[He can't think of something else wittier at the moment.]

[1stknight]

[That gets him to pause.]

You really think I would name an animal after myself?

[That seems a touch egotistical.]

[neverwashere]

You were asking for suggestions.

[Heh.]

Maybe later or tomorrow, I'll have more.

[1stknight]

I would rather name it after you. 'Osamu the second' sounds like a good name, doesn't it?

[neverwashere]

[Now he turns very red and wide-eyed, shoulders hiking a bit as he freezes. For a second.

Even if it's just a second, Bedivere will probably notice with how they're pressed up against each other.]

Now you're just asking to have the laziest chameleon ever, aren't you.

For the record: no.

[That's not a good name at all!]

[1stknight]

Maybe I should, if it gets that kind of a reaction from you.

[He's tracing that earlobe again, following it down and around and continuing on down Dazai's jawline, until he taps on Dazai's chin.]

I like that face on you.

[neverwashere]

[He shivers, feeling the intimacy of those simple touches. Having delight and embarrassment twine in his chest like this sure is an experience.

Dazai glances away, poking Bedivere's arm in retaliation.]

Tease.

This is how you draw people in, don't you? Being absolutely sincere before showing that bite.

[1stknight]

[And that innocent smile returns. Except now it's obvious that the smile is anything but innocent. It's a secret shared between Dazai and Bedivere, one that nobody else knows is anything but genuine.]

I may have picked up a thing or two from you.

[neverwashere]

[That catches his interest more than he'd like to admit. Dazai glances back from the corner of his eyes, trailing his fingers up Bedivere's side.

...it suits him. Being a tease like this. Bedivere's genuine warmth is part of the appeal.]

Is that so?

And what else have you learned?

[1stknight]

I've learned that being straightforward is for the best with you, as you seem to miss what I thought were obvious cues.

[Trailing that hand back to cup the back of Dazai's head, and then he nudges Dazai to turn his head so he can whisper into Dazai's ear.]

I was thinking a distraction might be good now, hmm?

[neverwashere]

[He does turn his head. The tell-tale shiver is worth hearing Bedivere being sultry - he sure learns fast.]

Oh, if you insist.

[The reluctance is obviously feigned with how Dazai massages his hip.]

In the mood for anything particular? Or... [His other hand wanders up, tracing a delicate line from throat to clavicle.] ...shall I take care of it?

["You.]

[1stknight]

[That touch is so soft, Bedivere can't help but shiver. The promise of being taken care of is a nice one, but he wants a more active part in what is about to happen.]

How about you teach me something new that you enjoy, so I can practice it on you in the morning?

[neverwashere]

Is that your way of rewarding me for waking up on time?

[Really though, he appreciates it, and as leans in for a kiss, he splays his fingers on Bedivere's chest, curling a finger to tease a nipple.]

I'm not opposed.

[1stknight]

Perhaps. We don't want to be late tomorrow.

[And though he happily accepts that kiss, he will end up gasping softly into it too. Because for as sensitive as his nipples were earlier in the shower, they're already firming up under Dazai's touch now.

He's also going to end up muttering an embarrassed confession once they part for air.]

I still cannot believe they're that sensitive.

[neverwashere]

[All Dazai hears is an invitation to play with them more. A tease for a tease, little devil.]

And may they continue being that way.

[He runs his tongue along Bedivere's lower lip, seeking access, as his other hand scrapes an unhurried line from side to hip, relishing the feel of muscle.]

[1stknight]

[Dazai would have to be careful. Bedivere is learning, after all. Anything Dazai does tonight will be used against him in the future.

Still, Bedivere sighs as he parts his lips, grating Dazai access to his mouth. His lone hand is still loosely tangled in Dazai's hair, holding onto him as best as he can without his right arm. This time his body seems to know what to do too, as he easily parts his legs so Dazai can slip between them if he wants to.]

[neverwashere]

[As Bedivere has so clearly demonstrated earlier, yes.

Dazai will, indeed, slip between them. Actually going down takes time: the meeting of their lips and his exploration of Bedivere's mouth is pleasantly luxurious, and he moves between caressing the other's thigh and squeezing his ass, offering a knee just in case that stimulation on his nipple makes him too restless.]

[1stknight]

[That knee is greatly appreciated, Dazai. Though the little whines and sighs Dazai drags out of him give him away, the firm press of his hardening dick against that knee is definitely needed too. Bedivere has yet to learn patience in bed, and even a little friction helps.

He might be trying to help Dazai along by tucking his leg behind Dazai's, pulling that knee closer.]

[neverwashere]

[He laughs warmly into that kiss, squeezing Bedivere's hip as a reminder to slow down, although he doesn't move his knee away.]

No need to rush. [Fingers skim Bedivere's abdomen, weaving idle patterns. Dazai dips his head to the crook of the other's neck, kissing and marking skin.] Don't want to spend yourself too early, do you?

[1stknight]

I'm still not sure how to- properly articulate it-

[He wants to give a genuine answer, but those kisses are so distracting. It's lucky that his armor has such a high collar, or else he might have had to fight with hickeys showing.

Though that won't help if they dress casually to hang out with Ango and Arturia tomorrow. Whoops.]

But please, don't stop doing that.

['That' being marking up his neck, he's even tilting his head to the side to give Dazai more skin to work with. Ravish him, Dazai.]

[neverwashere]

[Scarves are a thing. That said, Dazai's also leery of letting Ango catch on, so he'll just have to see if he has another shirt with a suitable collar that he can lend.]

Good start.

[Ravishing him is a good reward, too, as he makes a scattered trail of marks from neck to shoulder to clavicle, a few bites and kisses accompanied with a roll of Bedivere's other nipple between his fingers. He might as well be sampling a delectable treat: the honest want he hears from soft breaths tickling his ear are just too enticing for him to stop.]

[1stknight]

[LBR here, Ango probably already suspects it. He knows Dazai has a Thing for pretty people, and Bedivere is quite pretty. Finding out just how good-hearted Bedivere is will make him completely sure.

Also, mana transfer. Ango at least knows of it, even if he would never ask Arturia about it.

Dazai will get what he wants, though. With no kisses to keep him quiet, Bedivere isn't being shy about letting breathless moans tumble out of his mouth. He can't even cover his mouth with his hand, he's too busy holding onto Dazai to even think about moving his hand.]

It's too warm.

[He's trying to shrug his way out of the yukata but that doesn't really help. He's warm because he's getting worked up.]

[neverwashere]

[Oh dear. The pitfalls of having a type. Arturia will be happy to fill him in on what kind of knight Bedivere is, too, although this is technically based on secondhand information.

On the other hand, she won't be asking for a mana transfer, even via blood. Neither food nor sleep provide the same boost, but she's very good at managing mana, plus. Well. Let's face it. There's a reason she's always hungry. Even without having the factor of the dragon, being a Caster means she can still metabolize a lot to build up her energy stores.



Bedivere makes for an enticing picture with or without the yukata. Seeing his dear knight this wrecked and partially clothed does things to Dazai, though, and he continues his trail southward, teasing a nipple with his mouth as he traces the outline of Bedivere's dick through the fabric, his touch deliberately light.]

Well, you're hot.

[He won't explain that pun.]

[1stknight]

[It's a good thing Ango and Arturia can't see them right now, because Bedivere would die from mortification.

Especially when he gasps and arches his back right then, while Dazai teases him with his mouth. Another thing he didn't expect: the inherent wetness and warmth of a mouth makes being touched that much better. Oh, what he would give to have two arms to grab onto Dazai with. One isn't enough, especially when that one is busy digging into the blankets next to his head.]

Tease!

[The accusation comes out a bit higher-pitched than he means for it to.

Meanwhile, he's practically shivering from the effort to keep himself from grinding up against whatever part of Dazai's hand he can touch. He's so worked up that he's light-headed, and trying to understand that pun is beyond him right now.]

[neverwashere]

[Bedi. One way or the other, your future boss and her Master will both be aware you're banging Dazai. And it's not just because Dazai's a tease, for all that it's his most applicable trait at the moment, smiling as he does around the nipple.]

Mmm.

[Who is he to argue against that sweetly said accusation?? And even when Bedivere pushes into his hand, Dazai follows the movement to draw out the arousal.

He wonders if Bedivere will understand where this is going once his lips dip from chest to abdomen to thigh. At this point, Dazai's shifted his other hand to help steady Bedivere's hip, thumb rubbing smooth circles by the crease between thigh and groin.]