[Amber: 003]

[hakanai]

[Someone has enough energy to address the amber today! Yoshitsugu has recovered from his illness for the most part, just needing a little more rest to get his energy levels back up; right now he is in fact still in bed, lacking his usual hat but with facecloth still firmly in place. He wants to offer some advice to the tree, though considering it's him giving it? It's not necessarily offered in a straightforward way.]

The magic of this world is interesting, isn't it? And dangerous. Something to remember if you wish to take part in any future quests which lead you outside of the mist; you never know when the flow will deliver you to a malevolent being who might decide to reach deep into your heart and soul, tear at old wounds and drag your weaknesses to the surface so it might attack them in a cruel yet extremely precise way, leaving you awash in nightmares and haunted by the most painful and unsettling of memories.

[It's certainly said calmly; Yoshitsugu's expression doesn't betray much either, remaining serene except, for those really, really looking closing, when he says 'painful.' The flinch is slight, but real.]

Or you might simply have a quiet and pleasant journey.

[Moving on to better things and a more pleasant memory, Yoshitsugu relaxed against the back of his bed a little more; his smile isn't visible, of course, but the pleasure he feels when recalling this memory shows in his eyes.]

The most interesting magic was that which brought chocolate cake to us. Those of you who come from a time and place where you can eat it whenever you like are very fortunate.

Comments

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Not quite.

[Yoshitsugu's smirk softens a little.]

Only a few moments in this body and I can feel how much harder it is to resist any urges I feel.

[Like the urge to tease, for example. And the urge to kiss, which he demonstrates his lack of resistance to by kissing Takatora there and then.]

[Which is also another kind of tease, in its way.]

[handtowels]

[Takatora gasps into their kiss before he returns it eagerly, eyes sliding shut and his hands clutching Yoshitsugu once more. Yoshitsugu's lack of resistence only stokes his own urges higher.

Maybe it's a little strange to been returned to their teens and so quickly end up like this, but then they have always been a little strange, together.]

[hakanai]

[It's not strange at all. If Yoshitsugu had known Takatora was thinking as such he would have laughed at him, called him hopeless and ridiculous. Did Yoshitsugu not just mention how urges were harder to resist? Wasn't that common of many teenagers?]

[Though it's true that they are both rather strange.]

It's harder for you too? [Yoshitsugu half-laughs the words against Takatora's cheek after that kiss, sounding warm and amused both.] As expected.

[handtowels]

You're not helping.

[Though that didn't stop Takatora from capturing Yoshitsugu's mouth with his own, this time reversing their roles, as he attempted to tuck Yoshitsugu's willowy form closer to his own bulk.

Hardly unexpected behaviour.]

[hakanai]

[Yoshitsugu does, of course, just go with the flow. He offers no resistance when Takatora pulls him in, though his body does shake a little as he quietly laughs into the second kiss.]

[How delightfully bold, by Takatora's standards.]

You want to find a way to push me away?

[But of course Yoshitsugu must continue to tease between the second and third kisses, giving his partner no room to immediately respond.]

[handtowels]

[Breathless after those kisses, with desire vibrant in his dark blue eyes, Takatora protests.]

Idiot...! What I want is...

[Too much. He trails off, wetting his lips, his face practically a beacon.]

[hakanai]

[It's absolutely impossible to resist further teasing in the face of that endearing display. Yoshitsugu's gaze is half-lidded as he cups Takatora's face in his hands.]

A stroll around the tree? A flight around its branches?

[A pause, and he grins wider.]

Or do you need to go and... feast?

[handtowels]

How cruel.

[He complains, even as he smiles.]

What happened to your unfailing foresight?

[hakanai]

[The answer to that question is incredibly obvious.]

My urge to pick on you overwhelmed it.

[Yoshitsugu drops his hands to his partner's shoulders and wriggles in Takatora's hold a little.]

Do you need some alone time, now?

[handtowels]

[A shuddering exhale falls from Takatora's lips; the way Yoshitsugu squirms will be the death of him. His desire is a pulsing knot low within him. He keeps hold of his lover.]

A-are you kicking me out of your bed?

[hakanai]

Don't be stupid, Takatora.

[Yoshitsugu looks far too pleased with himself when he leans in to rest his forehead against his lover's.]

Do you feel my foot in your side right now? Of course not.