Seasons: IC Contact/Overflow

[happydreamed]

"Hello, you've reached Kantera. If this is a medical emergency, please hang up and call a hospital. Otherwise, please leave your message after the tone."

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[forgingfires]

[There is a jerk as Kantera touches his tail, far too unused to such a touch.]

[It earns him a growl, pressing his chest to Kantera's, hands going to his side, tugging at his clothes to get under them.]

[happydreamed]

[Kantera is in his usual yukata, not exactly the easiest to get your hands underneath, but he'll obligingly shrug it off his shoulders to help, leaving his chest bare.

He absolutely is going to keep playing with his tail, though.]

[forgingfires]

[It certainly proves a challenge, but he appreciates when Kantera helps open it up. Making an approving sound as he eagerly explores his mouth. Wanting a taste of him now, especially as his teasing pulls shivers from him. His hands moving to his chest, running over him slowly, lightly dragging nails down his front.]

[happydreamed]

[The feel of nails down his chest has Kantera shuddering and moaning into the kiss. Red Son is wearing too much in comparison - he sets to getting his hands underneath his shirt to appreciate lines of muscle there, muscle he himself lacks as someone with far less physical training.]

[forgingfires]

[There is a soft groan as he feels Kantera's hands on him, pressing into his hands.]

[Candles flicker to light in the room around him, even as he heats up under his touch, fever hot, but safe to touch.]

[He breaks the kiss, nibbling along his jaw, hands moving up to his chest, dragging his palms over his nipples.]

[happydreamed]

Ahh, Red Son...

[His name comes out as a breathy sigh as Red Son touches him.]

May I undress you?