Who ⬤ Azem + FOLKS What ⬤ Catch-all for July, various dates and stuff When ⬤ shortly after Ember 2.0 launch Where ⬤ Around the city Content Warnings ⬤ will update as needed
[ Location set for their little wrestling date, Azem heads out to meet up with Majima. They'd be lying if they said they weren't excited to test Majima's new strength. He's bested them before when it came to a contest of strength, but Azem maintains they were at a disadvantage to not really knowing the rules and being a bit worn out from previous wins.
After all, the tall man hadn't seemed to weight much to her when she picked him up before.
When she arrives there's a bit grin on her face when she arrives. ]
[ He's beginning to weigh more, bit by bit. He is filling out now that he has access to stable sources of food and a regular gym. In the end though, he will always be more lithe than most other fighters his size. He can't get too big or he starts to lose out in speed, after all.
He smiles sheepishly at the question. Not the kind of option you get with just anyone but they're easy willingness to roll with things is definitely a big part of why he likes them. There's a total lack of surprise or social pressure when he wants to do something different for himself too. ]
Dunno, pretty cute either way.
[ But he considers it anyway. ]
Boy.
[ If for no other reason than it's been a while. ]
[ Meanwhile, nothing is really changing for Azem's physicality. They're still as small and muscular as they were when they arrived. They still don't even have access to their monstrous transformation.
Azem laughs at being called cute. ]
In that case.
[ The change is a blink and you miss it kind of thing. Such a subtle change that leaves Azem's shirt hanging a bit baggier on them.
The step closer to Majima, grinning wider as they look up at him. When they speak their voice is a few octaves lower. ]
You do look a little bigger. [ They remark. The video hadn't been the best quality so it'd been hard to tell if there was much physical change. But now that they're face to face it's easy to see. ]
[ He knows he's gotten to a point where the changes are very obvious, but he's not done yet. He wants more, to be stronger, to be faster, to be able to handle the problems crop up in front of him in this world. He wants. ]
Ya can inspect me up close any time.
[ He doesn't say that kind of hammy shit with seriousness. ]
[ Those fangs, as ever, catch Azem's attention and they can't help but stare a little. A bite from Majima would certainly hurt but still, they think they would enjoy it. ]
Oh, can I now? [ There's little warning for what comes next. Azem moves forward, ducking their head as they aim to press their shoulder into Majima's stomach and get their arms around him in order to lift him up. Or at the very least topple him over. ]
[ He snorts a laugh but isn't surprised that they'd jump right in and shoot their shot. He just can't let them keep a grip on him. So he leans forward into it and pushes on their arms to break their grip. That's the test: can they keep a hold despite the new strength he has to throw around. ]
[ Azem endeavors to tighten their grip so as to not lose it on Majima. Pushing more of their weight into him, determined to get him on his back. Though his strength is surprising. To have grown so much in such a short time is almost envy enducing.
Their grip does slip a little lower but they aren't completely pushed off.
They huff out a laugh in response to the question. ]
[ To a spectator, there's not all that much to see, but between the two of them they can feel the way each of their weight shifts into the other's body. A little push of feet or a change of grip alters the internal sense of balance they are trying to tip over in their favor. He chews at his lower lip with laughing concentration, abruptly lowering his shoulder and getting a higher grip on their forearm on one side. ]
Got leverage on ya.
[ His height means he has more room to simply push down. ]
[ If not for the abrupt change she might have managed to switch things up. It's frustrating how out of practice she feels. Without certain abilities, she couldn't see the move coming and change her tactic before he starts to push down on her. ]
True. [ She grunts out, straining against him for a moment before letting her grip slide. One arm quickly shifts to go between his legs so that she can attempt to lift him up onto her shoulder.
He might have time to stop her or ever throw her off before she manages to get the leverage she needs. But she's going to damn well try. ]
[ The simplest way to obstruct that entire effort is to drop backwards and roll out on his back. He has their other arm and pulls it with him as he takes them out at the knee across the pincer of his legs. His grin is boyish in its self-satisfaction; a rare expression of genuine playfulness. ]
Havin' fun yet?
[ He gets a hand into their shirt, keeping hold while they strain not to be any further ensnared in his limbs. If he gets their arms in a lock, they'll be real easy to pick up, huh.]
[ That's a move that takes Azem completely by surprise. They're no grappler or wrestler and while they would have thought to do something similar if they'd been in Majima's situation, they have no idea how to deal with it from their end.
A surprised yelp leaves their mouth as they pulled downward. Though a laugh soon follows. ]
Yes. Quite!
[ They're not trying to make any of it easy though. They squirm and twist and then decide who needs a shirt anyway? Though it's not as if divesting themselves of the shirt is going to truly free them.
Ah, if only they could still turn into a monster. But that might be cheating. ]
[ Shirts would always be lost when this was the entertainment in some grubby back alley with a bunch of other rowdy, directionless boys. The main difference, is he'd really have to keep it together and pretend to be straight in those instances. Azem has absolutely no such expectation of him. He is allowed to just enjoy himself. He rolls them over, pins their hands down in the dirt. ]
[ That whole concept doesn't make sense to Azem. Why should anyone hide who they're attracted to? Then again, back home it didn't matter. People were allowed to love whoever they wanted.
In any case, they're glad to provide him a chance to just enjoy himself.
Azem's hands might be pinned but they manage to get their legs in a position to wrap them around his waist and squeeze. ]
You might have to. [ They grin up at him and wiggle their fingers. ] But why do that when this position is quite nice?
[ He lowers one of his forearms to the dirt, leaning in on top of them. The utter freedom to be whatever he wants with Azem really does charm him. He's had to fit and confine himself inside of different roles to survive in his life, but that doesn't seem to truly suit him. Today he can be stupid and young, tomorrow he can be superior and beautiful, and later back to Shuten lieutenant. It doesn't matter. ]
Are ya gonna be a good sport?
[ Doubtful, he lets go of their hands anyway. Cupping their cheek and kissing them. ]
I dunno, am I? [ They grin up at him, eyes twinkling as he lets go of their hands.
They see the kiss coming and meets it with a pleased little hum. They could try to flip Majima over and pin him down, but they're perfectly okay with their current position beneath him.
Besides, who doesn't want to be beneath a powerful man every once and a while?
Their hands move, slipping into his hair while the other moves to his shoulder. ]
[ He lowers a little more of his weight, pressing close to them. This is an utter fantasy for him, the kind of indulgence he wasn't allowed to have in his life. He really would have been screwed if someone caught him like this. It doesn't matter. So he kisses them deeply, tangles his fingers in their hair and runs his palm down their chest and ribs; focused on the powerful body underneath him. ]
[ Azem lets out a groan as they feel Majima's weight press down on them. Then tangle of his fingers in their hair and the sensation of their fingers traversing exposed skin. It's all wonderful and their own hands wander in turn. Seeking to remove Majima's pesky shirt. It's probably obvious at this point how the whole situation has them aroused and they can't help but roll their hip up against the larger man.
Again, they wouldn't understand those feelings. What does it matter if someone wants to have a little fun with someone of the same sex? Granted, Azem can change that on the fly so they're able to suit whatever someone else wants. ]
[ He's happy to lift his chest and shrug the shirt off, he fights it off his wrist with a haphazard flick. When he settles back down, it's to run his tongue down their chest. The serpent's tongue is a sensitive organ, the distinct taste of each of his lovers is a unique pleasure. He makes it down to the band of their pants, taking hold and wriggling them down, off.
He pushes a stray strand of hair from his forehead as he leans down, extending the long tongue to lick at their growing arousal. Forked tongue cirling the crown and slit. ]
[ Once that shirt of his is out of the way, Azem begins to run their hands over Majima's chest to his shoulder then to his back as the other man moves lower. They let their nails drag over his flesh, fascinated by how his skin feels. They'll eventually find their way into Majima's hair, letting their fingers thread through the strands.
What is equally as fascinating is the way Majima's tongue feels. Azme lets out a low moan, hips rising a bit as their cock twitches against Majima's tongue. They feel like they get to play around with form as much as they'd like so the sensations feel heightened. ]
[ His hair tie falls out entirely as they card through his hair, he just swipes a hand up along his temple to smooth it all off to one side. He'll relinquish the task of keeping it out of the way to them though. When they buck up, he parts his lips just a bit, taking them into his mouth with a teasing slowness. His hands slide under their ass and squeeze. ]
[ Azem's happy to gather up that hair and keep it out of the way, fingers tightening in it and pulling a little as they groan. Feeling his hand move around to their ass results in them squirming a little.
They're not too wrapped up in how Majima is making them feel to pull a hand away from his hair and summon up a little bottle of lube. You know, just in case. ]
[ His sensation is a little dulled because of the scales, but not so with his mouth. He enjoys putting it everywhere, enjoys biting everywhere too. He earnestly enjoys getting to go down on them, mouth wet and eager. A hand slides up to hook one knee over his shoulder, keeping their body close and wrapped with his. He teases for a little while before he pulls back with a pop of suction that leaves their cock bobbing. His good eye flicks up, glassy and intent.
He smirks, just a little, ]
That's a good trick. Ya have t'pull that one out a lot?
[ Majima's mouth is certainly a distraction. The little change in position is enough to limit just how much they can move their hips. Instead, Azem's grip tightens on his hair and tugs. Their cock is throbbing with need by the time Majima lifts his head. ]
Ah... Every now and again. [ They manage after a moment as they look down at him through heavily lidded eyes.. ]
[ He pushes up over their body to kiss and bite at their jaw and throat. He keeps a few lubed condoms around in his wallet for impromptu moments, but an actual lubricant is a superior option. He coaxes it out of their hand, wetting his own fingers before brushing them down to play with their opening. Rutting around on the slope up the riverbed with a friend is definitely a fantasy he's never gotten to fulfil. He's more prone to following propriety in public but... well, there's also no one around. ]
[ Azem groans in response to the biting. ] Oh, more of that.
[ They're more than happy to let the other man leave marks on them. They'd love to do the same but those scales of his might make that difficult.
They let go of the lube, after all, there's no reason for them to hold onto it. They hum and squirm a little against him as they feel his fingers brush over their entrance. ]
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After all, the tall man hadn't seemed to weight much to her when she picked him up before.
When she arrives there's a bit grin on her face when she arrives. ]
Before we begin, which form would you like me in?
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He smiles sheepishly at the question. Not the kind of option you get with just anyone but they're easy willingness to roll with things is definitely a big part of why he likes them. There's a total lack of surprise or social pressure when he wants to do something different for himself too. ]
Dunno, pretty cute either way.
[ But he considers it anyway. ]
Boy.
[ If for no other reason than it's been a while. ]
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Azem laughs at being called cute. ]
In that case.
[ The change is a blink and you miss it kind of thing. Such a subtle change that leaves Azem's shirt hanging a bit baggier on them.
The step closer to Majima, grinning wider as they look up at him. When they speak their voice is a few octaves lower. ]
You do look a little bigger. [ They remark. The video hadn't been the best quality so it'd been hard to tell if there was much physical change. But now that they're face to face it's easy to see. ]
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It's goin' all right.
[ He knows he's gotten to a point where the changes are very obvious, but he's not done yet. He wants more, to be stronger, to be faster, to be able to handle the problems crop up in front of him in this world. He wants. ]
Ya can inspect me up close any time.
[ He doesn't say that kind of hammy shit with seriousness. ]
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Oh, can I now? [ There's little warning for what comes next. Azem moves forward, ducking their head as they aim to press their shoulder into Majima's stomach and get their arms around him in order to lift him up. Or at the very least topple him over. ]
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Whaddya think, huh?
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Their grip does slip a little lower but they aren't completely pushed off.
They huff out a laugh in response to the question. ]
Surprising. But I'm not giving up that easy.
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Got leverage on ya.
[ His height means he has more room to simply push down. ]
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True. [ She grunts out, straining against him for a moment before letting her grip slide. One arm quickly shifts to go between his legs so that she can attempt to lift him up onto her shoulder.
He might have time to stop her or ever throw her off before she manages to get the leverage she needs. But she's going to damn well try. ]
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Havin' fun yet?
[ He gets a hand into their shirt, keeping hold while they strain not to be any further ensnared in his limbs. If he gets their arms in a lock, they'll be real easy to pick up, huh.]
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A surprised yelp leaves their mouth as they pulled downward. Though a laugh soon follows. ]
Yes. Quite!
[ They're not trying to make any of it easy though. They squirm and twist and then decide who needs a shirt anyway? Though it's not as if divesting themselves of the shirt is going to truly free them.
Ah, if only they could still turn into a monster. But that might be cheating. ]
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I really gotta pick ya up?
[ He asks with a grinning huff. ]
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In any case, they're glad to provide him a chance to just enjoy himself.
Azem's hands might be pinned but they manage to get their legs in a position to wrap them around his waist and squeeze. ]
You might have to. [ They grin up at him and wiggle their fingers. ] But why do that when this position is quite nice?
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Are ya gonna be a good sport?
[ Doubtful, he lets go of their hands anyway. Cupping their cheek and kissing them. ]
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They see the kiss coming and meets it with a pleased little hum. They could try to flip Majima over and pin him down, but they're perfectly okay with their current position beneath him.
Besides, who doesn't want to be beneath a powerful man every once and a while?
Their hands move, slipping into his hair while the other moves to his shoulder. ]
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Again, they wouldn't understand those feelings. What does it matter if someone wants to have a little fun with someone of the same sex? Granted, Azem can change that on the fly so they're able to suit whatever someone else wants. ]
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He pushes a stray strand of hair from his forehead as he leans down, extending the long tongue to lick at their growing arousal. Forked tongue cirling the crown and slit. ]
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What is equally as fascinating is the way Majima's tongue feels. Azme lets out a low moan, hips rising a bit as their cock twitches against Majima's tongue. They feel like they get to play around with form as much as they'd like so the sensations feel heightened. ]
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They're not too wrapped up in how Majima is making them feel to pull a hand away from his hair and summon up a little bottle of lube. You know, just in case. ]
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He smirks, just a little, ]
That's a good trick. Ya have t'pull that one out a lot?
[ He is just teasing. ]
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Ah... Every now and again. [ They manage after a moment as they look down at him through heavily lidded eyes.. ]
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Lucky you.
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[ They're more than happy to let the other man leave marks on them. They'd love to do the same but those scales of his might make that difficult.
They let go of the lube, after all, there's no reason for them to hold onto it. They hum and squirm a little against him as they feel his fingers brush over their entrance. ]