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open season.
OPEN SEASON
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24 / m / straight / 2♠️*
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My Self-Summary
His name is Kirma and he’s illiterate. I’m helping him fill this out, but honestly speaking, it’s a complete waste. Besides that, don’t you think his rank is unfairly high? Even though it’s still in the single digits, it’s not as if he wouldn’t be at home in the basement levels. If someone could send my complaints along to the house, I’d appreciate it.
Surviving?
Chasing sticks. Eating absurd quantities of garbage. Fouling up perfectly nice beds. Trampling flowers.
Meat.
Someone skilled at training dogs.
Height
169cm / ~5’7
Body Type
fine
Smokes
apparently
Drinks
i think so
Drugs
maybe
Sign
?
Education
laughable
Occupation
unemployed
Income
unpaid
Children
none?
Pets
he is one
Hobbies
cooking
01. WINE OR BEER
.02 CLOWNS OR MIMES
.03 SHOWER OR BATH
.04 PIRATES OR NINJAS
.05 TITS OR ASS
.06 COFFEE OR TEA
.07 SPICY OR SWEET
.08 SUMMER OR WINTER
.09 LEATHER OR LACE
10. ROUGH SEX OR GENTLE SEX
BEER
.02 CLOWNS OR MIMES
“WHAT'S A MIME”
.03 SHOWER OR BATH
NEITHER
.04 PIRATES OR NINJAS
PIRATES? WHY ARE THERE SO MANY OF THESE
.05 TITS OR ASS
.06 COFFEE OR TEA
.07 SPICY OR SWEET
.08 SUMMER OR WINTER
.09 LEATHER OR LACE
10. ROUGH SEX OR GENTLE SEX
Personality Type
ISFP-A
ISFP-A
ENERGY
73%
introverted
MIND
76%
observant
NATURE
66%
feeling
TACTICS
54%
prospecting
IDENTITY
75%
assertive
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Haven’t given it much thought.
( a truthful admission. it hasn’t stopped him from trying to pursue the goal at all, but it also means he hasn’t put too much effort in, either. (after all, laying in the grass is hardly the best way to chase down a rabbit.) of course, he knows someone who will be happy to take that reward, the same as aventurine has laid claim to the other; his gaze slides away as he considers that option. hmm. )
Something practical, or something sentimental. ( those are the only two options, really, but he remains undecided on which. ) I still need a bit of help getting it, either way.
( 🥺, as they say… during all this, his free hand has made its way to aventurine’s tail, stroking along the fur, soft and glossy. maybe bathing does have its uses. truly, he’s beginning to understand so much. )
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ratio is trustworthy, because he does his work thoroughly and meticulously, with little room for error. he's trustworthy because he's a doctor through and through, who values the evolution and success of humanity above all else.
kirma... )
I didn't take you for the sentimental type. ( he didn't take kirma for anything, because aventurine keeps trying to see something that isn't there.
the hand on his tail is a weird feeling, still hard to get used to it. it makes him aware of that extra bone, swaying along the touch. a new feeling to force himself to like, or grow numb to it. ) But if it's help you need, I consider myself quite the giving person.
( giving free credits, giving his life, giving up his freedom - so what's one more? what's another measured kiss, the grazing of his newly obtained canines against kirma's lips, the lack of shame that anyone could walk in on them? )
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so, let’s stick with the dog thing. no duplicity, only acceptance. tolerance, as well. he sees the way aventurine weaves his words like a net, that there’s more than one meaning in everything he says; kirma just doesn’t pursue those threads, or do anything past taking what’s told to him at face value. it is a willful sort of stupidity, a survival mechanism in its own right— since that’s all they’re doing here, in the end. surviving, and not really living at all.
the kiss, though, is not unwelcome. even if this is somehow just business (can he not have a bit of hope it’s not?), he has no complaints. )
You know— ( he’s thinking out loud, in a space that opens up between their lips. not the time for it, really, but the train of thought has already stated. ) I’ve never met a fox before. Ha Yun’s followers were driven out so long ago…
( great bedroom talk, huh. he leaves aventurine’s tail alone now to hook his arm around his neck instead, trying to chase another kiss. )
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he doesn't mind it, at least. ha yun isn't a word, or a name he recognizes, so aventurine will shelve it in his mind and bring it up to topaz later, if it means learning anything about kirma, or where he's from, or any hint at all.
could he just ask him? maybe so. but it's easier to snoop, to learn from the shadows, because speaking of the past isn't always so pleasant to everyone.
but he gives, still, as he's wont to do. that second kiss, hungrier and more urgent, in accordance to his body's needs, as though telling him that over a wolf, at the very least, he should come on top, have some dominance. )
Does it mean I'm your first? ( between kisses, and nibbles - aggressive ones, maybe, always coming too close to breaking skin and drawing blood. a call-back to their, ironically, first time, because aventurine is cringe like that. ) Seems like someone has a knack at taking those from me. Do you like me that much?
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I might.
( it helps that they’re not playing 20 questions, this time. though the publicity of their current venue leaves some things to be desired— his ears catch a giggle on the wind and turn to find it, but it’s distant enough to not be related to them, as far as he can tell— he’s more than happy to be the target of aventurine’s aggressions. if anything, he wishes he’d go farther. enough almosts and close calls, and he’s pushing back against aventurine’s teeth in a slowly increasing desperation for a line to be crossed.
and through it all, their hands. he holds his firm, a clear savoring of the connection. it’s not something that he’d ever ask for, so he needs to appreciate it while it’s here… )
But only when you’re not talking.
( as if he’s not the one that randomly started yapping this time. )
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not that he blames kirma for it. he knows well this is his own fault. had this been anyone else, aventurine would have laughed, teased, played along. kirma is honest to a fault, and that, to a man as cursed with death as aventurine is, would brings more hurt than good.
his smile falls for a moment, especially when he's made even more aware of their connected hands. he should have taken his away. it's not surprising that a place as filled with debauchery would bring rise to this kind of thing; humans, regardless of their overall race, still long for connections, and attachments, and the comfort of another.
even now, aventurine is still - )
... If I keep talking, ( he doesn't give back, for once. teases at kirma's lips, catches them between his teeth and breaks skin this time, nurses that default smile on his face, ) are you going to punish me for it?
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he will break their hold, then, arms moving to lazily encircle aventurine's waist instead. his face does not change in expression, but his ears fold back, a downcast turn reflected in his eyes. the look is a fleeting one— it fades as the taste of iron hits his tongue, though the ears remain where they are. )
Is that what you want from me? Cruelty and punishment?
( it's hard not to look at aventurine's neck, with that one. the world is much bigger than he ever realized before coming here, so perhaps by some miracle the connotations of such a thing are wildly different than what he'd assume, but back home the only visible brands and tattoos are for criminals, outcasts, property. there's a reason why his own is somewhere more discreet. )
i HATE it thank you
or perhaps it's asked out of sheer sincerity, unknowing to the ways aventurine prefers to be treated. sex is always easier when there are no inconvenient feelings attached to it, when it comes with bruises and blood and empty beds come morning. sex is easier when consent is fleeting, when tongues don't dare hint at anything to do with personal feelings of affection.
his own ears twitch, alongside his smile. neither fall, or fold back, or give way to deeper feelings. there's only quiet, as though a measurement to the worth of his conversation, and the value of that future debt.
at least he has his hand back, but he's not quite yet sure what to do with it. easier, instead, to cant his head to the right, exposing that brand of his. it has long been pointless, pretending it isn't there. )
And if I say yes?
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that last detail is what ultimately gives him the most pause. that's also the reason he has to question the authenticity of this at all— if not for that, he might not hesitate so much, though the lack of enthusiasm would remain. ah, it's so hard, when you're a vanilla little dog... )
If that's what you want.
( so he says, but he's leaning back, not forward. his eyes, distant and somber. there certainly are feelings there; nothing so dramatic as love, mind. it's something genuine, all the same. )
But there are other wolves in the forest.
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foxes are cunning, treacherous. aventurine is good at pretending to be those things. too much so that he fools even himself, so lost in his own acting, unsure which one of his selves is the real one. )
Plenty that would want a giving fox like me, but - ( that same measured, cautious move. gloved fingertips that find their way to kirma's hand and takes it back to where it belongs; together, with his own.
but his fingers close around it, brings that gentle hand to his face and aventurine kisses it with kindness so unlike him. once, twice. back, side.
aventurine has been many things; a blessing, a coward, a slave, a friend, a pretty face, a means to an end. playing a role is always much easier than being himself and for kirma, he can be something, too. a perfect honeytrap. ) The one I want doesn't want me back anymore, and the pain in my heart is too much to seek solace in someone else. What advice would you give to a broken heart like mine?
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his hand slips out of aventurine's grasp. )
I'm poor with words, I'm afraid.
( he hasn't the talent for navigating them with the finesse that aventurine does; all he knows is to speak what's on his mind, but right now, his thoughts are too tangled to make an easy sentence of. he paused, swallows, takes a deep breath. is sincerity still the word, when you see the trap before you and yet want to walk into it anyway? )
Are you so sure that's how he feels?
( 🥺 )
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( it is, still, acting. it's easier like this - to him, to kirma. nothing good comes from being fond of a person as cursed as aventurine. topaz, at the very least, can defend herself. ratio, jade. he has seen what they're capable of, but none of them even remotely looks at him the way kirma does. they don't show him that sincerity, raw and fresh. even topaz keeps her distance.
it's easier like this. to pretend a weak heart, only to leave later. if kirma is lucky, he'll be hated and forgotten.
he looks down, and allows his ears to fold back. it's a visible sign of grief and pain, and so easily believable. )
Have I crossed a line I shouldn't have?
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hook, line, and sinker. )
... There aren't lines. Not like that.
( a dangerous admission in any company. honesty is not always a virtue. so, then, what is the problem? something that escapes articulation— so does he let it go? his hands come up again, to cup aventurine's face, brow furrowed by the gravity of his seriousness. )
That look doesn't suit you.
( the let me fix it goes unsaid. )
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nor is he used to acting the part, yet does so, still, with masterful ease. leans against the touch, nearly purrs against it. his tail sways gently, and he brings his hands to rest on kirma's chest, gently. out of all the parts aventurine can play, this is the one he's least confident in.
at the very least, he can still muster back on his face that foxian smile of his. )
Then what face would you say suits me?
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( the air remains somber, despite this. foolishly, he thinks this is earnesty being reciprocated, and though it helps to quell some of the doubts that have arisen, it makes him not quite ready to dive back into things. his left hand drops away from aventurine’s face to cover one of his own, a more distant hold compared to before; the other slides down along his neck— over the brand— and his fingers curl into his hair. )
I hope you can’t blame me for preferring to see you smile.
( but. the breath he exhales is something resembling a sigh. there is discomfort in sincerity too. his eyes no longer meet aventurine’s, and the hand that briefly covered his instead falls to rest on his leg, instead. language is a difficult thing, one that removes as much nuance as it adds. funny how that works. )
😟
his luck works in such unreasonable ways. he's lucky to have kirma like him so much, trust him even; it's easier to manipulate him, easy to use him as a necessary chip to win this grand game. but it comes with consequences, with the first encounter with someone so earnest in far too many years. there's benefits to not being known; when the ipc's infamous name is not recognized, people are more likely to trust him. but it also means it does not come with the reputation attached to it, the threats, the intimidation.
and so, this happens. genuine feelings and an open heart. nothing aventurine deserves. )
Do I seem the kind who would? ( his tone hingers on something more playful, a light tease. it's his time to bring his hands to kirma's face, hold them gently.
he runs his thumb over his lips for a moment, his eyes falling to them. though his smile remains, aventurine finds irony in this. in knowing that when they kiss again, he's not going to like it at all. ) Lucky for you, I tend to smile a lot. Mind not our previous hiccup, it seems these new appendages of mine come with a few side-effects. ( and then softer, because everything with him is always measured, always calculated: ) But at the very least, rest assured that if I didn't want to be here with you, I wouldn't have come. And I would have long left. But have I?
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he turns his face into one of aventurine’s palms, chasing the touch of his thumb. the nuzzle, a surely dog-like gesture. his eyes close. were it not for the fucking game (haha) he could truly be satisfied with so little. given his overall disinterest in participating, he certainly hasn’t lacked for encounters; almost none of them had half the tenderness of this gesture alone. is it really artificial, if it can still pass for the real thing?
that isn’t a question for him to ponder. )
I suppose. ( mumbled against his palm. such simple logic can hardly be argued against. the soft pat, pat of his tail hitting against the bench as it wags further cements his acquiescence. there is little he wouldn’t do if asked in this moment, even the very thing he’d balked at mere moments prior. )
Then what else is it you want? ( … ) From the fox or not.
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he could ask. he could exploit that affection. it would be the easy way out, and yet.
there's pressure on his thumb against kirma's lips, striving to pry them open and slip his finger in. kissing is easier when he initiates it; when he closes their distance again and takes his mouth, tongue and all. it's far hungrier and needier than all their other kisses, as though there are feeling to vent on it. maybe it's the inane desire of a fox to show dominance and claim territory. maybe it's a proper answer to that question. for all the roles that aventurine plays, the role of a fool is the one he's most proficient in.
he parts still, catches kirma's lip between teeth again and breaks skin, again, but licks at the blood, tastes the iron in his mouth. it's easier when it's rougher, but aventurine stays close enough that their lips brush against each other, and it mimics affection. )
How is that for an answer?
here's the no romo you ordered
that's enough discussion, isn't it. his hands grab at aventurine with a renewed interest, nails digging into his hips as he tries to pull him closer, a vain attempt to eliminate all space between their bodies. he cannot say all his doubts have been quelled, of course, but they have been quieted enough to be left for the future, at a time with fewer foxes in his lap and more of his own saliva in his mouth. it isn't as though he's ended up where he has in life by being difficult to please. )
Aven, ( he says, in a whisper as soft as what the simulated clouds above their head attempt to promise. ) I—
( want you, perhaps, obviously. would do anything for you, just as likely. whether one of those or a secret third thing— it catches in his throat, words tangling into a snarl that comes out as a sigh. nevermind. kirma instead focuses his efforts into trying to pull another kiss out of him, rocking upwards with an arousal hardly disguised by his clothing. )
thanks i wanna kms
and though aventurine can nearly picture himself doing both those things, neither becomes reality. instead, he finds room to bring a hand to kirma's jaw, a firm grip to keep him in place before he claims his mouth again with the same passion, but far more aggression. it's a messy kiss this time, engulfed in blind desire and animalistic need that doesn't suit a man like aventurine.
but in a place where aventurine doesn't hold the same weight to the name, does it really matter, what suits him or not? )
You what? ( his hand remains in place still, and it takes every ounce of control not to bite kirma a third time. he manages, at the very least, something close to a light-hearted tone. ) I'll reward you if you tell me your thoughts, so won't you be a good boy for me?
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of course, this only serves to make aventurine’s request all the more devastating. be a good boy, he says, and kirma’s cheeks burn hot against his hand, ears folding back in equal parts placation and upset. were he in a better state, he might push back against this more, might try to snap back, but today… )
If you wanted to.
( clearly, a different thought from his initial one— but connected, all the same. )
I’d let you tear me apart, Aven.
( because he does recognize that predatory desire. it’s one he lives with every day, after all; in the end, though, he prefers seeing it reflected in someone else’s eyes. )
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he won't think about that just yet. he won't think about much at all, when all those predator instincts flare up inside his body and it's harder and harder to make logical decisions.
it's much easier to push kirma down; to the side, where there's room, where he can be properly underneath him. it's a narrow, uncomfortable fit that aventurine can't find will to care, too focused on making sense of the feelings inside of him. instincts that don't belong to him, that tell him to claim what is rightfully his, that if he doesn't eat kirma, he will be the one eaten instead. )
You're making it hard for me, ( harder to keep his composure, harder to manage that light-hearted, easy-going tone. the way his tail wags behind him confesses to how excited his body, at the very least, is about this. ) Will you forgive me if I'm not too kind?
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and the question— kirma almost laughs, almost. as if such a thing wouldn’t be a kindness of its own, a pain to remember him by once he vanishes. for a real answer, he hums in a feigned thoughtfulness, as his head tilts back to expose more of his throat. surely, if those ears aren’t just for show, aventurine can recognize the true severity of such a gesture, in the way that an unblessed human never could.
in the end, kirma’s problem has always been that there’s little he wouldn’t forgive. if that has any potential to change, it certainly won’t happen here. )
Your kindness isn’t what I’m interested in, right now.
( it’s the closest thing to an outright lie he’s ever managed to say. )
cw for casual mentions of gore lmao
if nothing else, he's good at keeping his emotions in check. when he has so little control over so many aspects of his life, this, at the very least, he doesn't want to lose.
aventurine brings his lips down to kirma's throat, doesn't wholly trust himself not to rip it apart, but he manages kisses, at least, and when he bites down on it, he doesn't sink his teeth deep enough for anything past a mark. there's some composure to it all, though the same can't be quite said to his hands, that slither underneath his clothes and leave scratching marks in their wake. the more the merrier, his instincts tell him, aventurine is well aware nothing screams ownership more than a mark.
with a mind as clouded as his, he reaches for his pockets, pulling out a small vial. he leans down to take kirma's mouth again, a quicker, chaste kiss this time, before he shows it off to him. it's lube. i swear to god if kirma doesn't know what lube is. )
Prepare yourself to me. Do you think you can do it? ( it's a fake request, because he'd just teach kirma otherwise, ) I want to see you do it.
cw light vore mentions and suicidal ideation kinda ???
of course, that piercing bite doesn’t come. what does is still enough to evoke a soft moan, even as he wishes the fang digging in to his neck would feel his pulse from the inside of his vein, not the outside. it’s a shame that bruises fade; this one will surely be a treasure for as long as it lasts.
the sudden shift and his new instructions take a moment to land, preoccupied by the physicality of the moment as kirma is. though there’s a clear lack of understanding as he takes the offered lube, ears swiveling forward as if there’s some secret whisper that might explain it, the context is enough for him to piece the rest together. no sex ed 101 today. his eyes flick back upwards to aventurine’s face, and the sharp exhale that comes is dangerously close to a laugh of his own. )
Then watch.
( this position isn’t the most convenient for getting undressed in, either, but at least he can slip out of enough of his pants to make things work. with one leg already hiked up by virtue of having nowhere else to go, it’s a simple matter to spread the other wide; equally simple, then, to pour some of the vial’s contents out onto his fingers, reaching around from behind to slide one into himself. can’t block the view, after all. his movements are slow, a deliberate sort of drawn out, even as one finger becomes two and his hips lift in order to drive them deeper into himself. his cock rests along the curve of one hip, half-hard but certainly not suffering from a lack of direct attention— being the subject of aventurine’s predatory gaze goes a long way. )
cw for cannibalism and gore :(
you mean :)
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enough good times let's get back to the weird times
idk they were happier here at least .
i hope you freeze to death on that bus
i lived bitch
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