[NSFW] [TST] I write bad things that are bad for your brain
Context: In AU!RP theskytides, Souji (Seta) and Joshua have an... interesting relationship over the journal Network. A meeting of somewhat similar minds. They've never met in person, however.
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It had started out as something casual.
Little snippets of conversation, exchanged over the journal network. Little moments of philosophy, casual discussion and flippant comments to each other. Souji didn't know who his high priestess of the Network was, and she didn't exactly easy to be identified on the streets. Souji didn't know her name, nor her current location, not her voice, nor her looks. Regardless, he was in no hurry find out; she might lose some of that wonderful mystery that made her so intriguing. As they met more often over the Network, Souji found he could converse relatively freely to his mysterious high priestess -- but never about the murders -- and receive a response that spoke of someone who understood. He could talk about worldly things, as well as less worldly things. But above all, he could really appreciate someone who would indulge his own strange brand of humour.
Someone who was an active participant in conversations in bad fiction containing the 'velvet-sheathed steel that proclaimed him male'.
Still, he was a little surprised when it was the priestess who decided to take things further. "You know... you're quite the charmer. I wouldn't mind having a little fun with you some time. In fact, I could do with a little fling right now~"
Souji briefly considered whether it was wise to continue along this train with the priestess. It was a frustratingly difficult Social Link to advance and prone to reversing at the slightest slip-up, even though the priestess' demeanor never changed. Did he dare risk it...?
"Oh? Was that too much for you? And here I was, hoping for a tantalising exchange of words."
When he first heard 'her' voice, he was pleasantly surprised to find his mysterious priestess with a lower voice than he'd imagined. A male high priestess... it was an interesting change from all the other priestesses he'd met. The voice was... charming, yet Souji could almost feel the high priestess card in his mind on its way to reversal. He made his decision, and switched his responses to voice. "Don't worry, I'll show you a good time."
A pause from the other side, before a laugh returned in response. "Will you, now?" And Souji's priestess left his clandestine offer hanging in his next words, "I'm sure you won't mind if I push you against the wall."
Souji couldn't help but think that for once, allowing himself to be lead would be a welcome break from leading all the time. And with the priestess coaxing Souji to join him in this dance of words and the possible promise of becoming closer, Souji smiled and responded, "I like someone who knows what they want."
"Really, now? I hope you know I take and take and never give."
He tried to ignore the growing tightness in his pants as he returned his priestess' comments, their conversation becoming steamier with every reply. He resisted the urge to just... undo his belt and pull down the zipper of his pants. But when he heard the breathless words, "Mmm someone's eager tonight. You won't mind if I undo your belt, right?" a pause, an audible swallow, as well as some soft pants before, "I'd really like to hear what you sound like when someone touches you when you're hard ♪~" Souji threw caution to the wind and did it anyway. After all, the priestess sounded like he was doing the same.
Souji was not a man prone to desperate movements. But as his hand moved faster to the rythmn of the words and soft moans coming from the other side, Souji struggled to articulate his reply to his mysterious Network friend. It didn't really matter; his friend's moans grew louder and his own hand worked faster. He was so close to climax... Souji took some deep breaths and forced himself to slow down; he didn't want to be inconsiderate and come first. Then there was a gasp and a long moan from the other side, and Souji closed his eyes so he could better feel his hand around his cock as he worked himself towards climax again, until he heard the moaned out words:
"Mmmmm! I'm in paradise ♪~"
And Souji just froze, before bursting out into half horrified, half laughing sputters, slamming his journal shut with his free hand and curling up a little, face red in second-hand embarrassment. Things had been going so well. He'd been that close, until that boner-killer of a line. Now he was left with all the desire but none of the will to finish up. He'd known this mysterious high priestess was a dick, but not this kind of dick. Well played, priestess, well played.
Still, he was a little surprised when he heard the sound of shattering glass and the voices in his head declare that he'd become closer to the high priestess. However, at this point, Souji couldn't care less that he'd become closer to this frustratingly difficult priestess; he now had other urges to take care of. Sigh. He'd just have to go find Yosuke...
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Meanwhile, in a cabin room on board the Convoy, Joshua rested his cheek against one hand while moving on to the next Network post with a few taps on the keyboard with his other, a wide grin on his face. It had been easy... maybe a little too easy, to write the bad porn and fake the moans. At least now he knew; if he ever wanted a job, he could be a journalsex operator. If he could resist depriving youths from all over Reial of their orgasms, anyway.
He looked up from his place sprawled on the bed when Ness entered and flopped onto the bed, taking up the rest of the space beside Joshua. "Anything interesting?"
Joshua turned away from his journal screen to give Ness that secret, self-satisfied smile. Moving his journal so it was out of the way and shifting so he was leaning over Ness, he said with a small laugh, "Not really," before descending.
--
It had started out as something casual.
Little snippets of conversation, exchanged over the journal network. Little moments of philosophy, casual discussion and flippant comments to each other. Souji didn't know who his high priestess of the Network was, and she didn't exactly easy to be identified on the streets. Souji didn't know her name, nor her current location, not her voice, nor her looks. Regardless, he was in no hurry find out; she might lose some of that wonderful mystery that made her so intriguing. As they met more often over the Network, Souji found he could converse relatively freely to his mysterious high priestess -- but never about the murders -- and receive a response that spoke of someone who understood. He could talk about worldly things, as well as less worldly things. But above all, he could really appreciate someone who would indulge his own strange brand of humour.
Someone who was an active participant in conversations in bad fiction containing the 'velvet-sheathed steel that proclaimed him male'.
Still, he was a little surprised when it was the priestess who decided to take things further. "You know... you're quite the charmer. I wouldn't mind having a little fun with you some time. In fact, I could do with a little fling right now~"
Souji briefly considered whether it was wise to continue along this train with the priestess. It was a frustratingly difficult Social Link to advance and prone to reversing at the slightest slip-up, even though the priestess' demeanor never changed. Did he dare risk it...?
"Oh? Was that too much for you? And here I was, hoping for a tantalising exchange of words."
When he first heard 'her' voice, he was pleasantly surprised to find his mysterious priestess with a lower voice than he'd imagined. A male high priestess... it was an interesting change from all the other priestesses he'd met. The voice was... charming, yet Souji could almost feel the high priestess card in his mind on its way to reversal. He made his decision, and switched his responses to voice. "Don't worry, I'll show you a good time."
A pause from the other side, before a laugh returned in response. "Will you, now?" And Souji's priestess left his clandestine offer hanging in his next words, "I'm sure you won't mind if I push you against the wall."
Souji couldn't help but think that for once, allowing himself to be lead would be a welcome break from leading all the time. And with the priestess coaxing Souji to join him in this dance of words and the possible promise of becoming closer, Souji smiled and responded, "I like someone who knows what they want."
"Really, now? I hope you know I take and take and never give."
He tried to ignore the growing tightness in his pants as he returned his priestess' comments, their conversation becoming steamier with every reply. He resisted the urge to just... undo his belt and pull down the zipper of his pants. But when he heard the breathless words, "Mmm someone's eager tonight. You won't mind if I undo your belt, right?" a pause, an audible swallow, as well as some soft pants before, "I'd really like to hear what you sound like when someone touches you when you're hard ♪~" Souji threw caution to the wind and did it anyway. After all, the priestess sounded like he was doing the same.
Souji was not a man prone to desperate movements. But as his hand moved faster to the rythmn of the words and soft moans coming from the other side, Souji struggled to articulate his reply to his mysterious Network friend. It didn't really matter; his friend's moans grew louder and his own hand worked faster. He was so close to climax... Souji took some deep breaths and forced himself to slow down; he didn't want to be inconsiderate and come first. Then there was a gasp and a long moan from the other side, and Souji closed his eyes so he could better feel his hand around his cock as he worked himself towards climax again, until he heard the moaned out words:
"Mmmmm! I'm in paradise ♪~"
And Souji just froze, before bursting out into half horrified, half laughing sputters, slamming his journal shut with his free hand and curling up a little, face red in second-hand embarrassment. Things had been going so well. He'd been that close, until that boner-killer of a line. Now he was left with all the desire but none of the will to finish up. He'd known this mysterious high priestess was a dick, but not this kind of dick. Well played, priestess, well played.
Still, he was a little surprised when he heard the sound of shattering glass and the voices in his head declare that he'd become closer to the high priestess. However, at this point, Souji couldn't care less that he'd become closer to this frustratingly difficult priestess; he now had other urges to take care of. Sigh. He'd just have to go find Yosuke...
--
Meanwhile, in a cabin room on board the Convoy, Joshua rested his cheek against one hand while moving on to the next Network post with a few taps on the keyboard with his other, a wide grin on his face. It had been easy... maybe a little too easy, to write the bad porn and fake the moans. At least now he knew; if he ever wanted a job, he could be a journalsex operator. If he could resist depriving youths from all over Reial of their orgasms, anyway.
He looked up from his place sprawled on the bed when Ness entered and flopped onto the bed, taking up the rest of the space beside Joshua. "Anything interesting?"
Joshua turned away from his journal screen to give Ness that secret, self-satisfied smile. Moving his journal so it was out of the way and shifting so he was leaning over Ness, he said with a small laugh, "Not really," before descending.