Intro ☽ Help Needed ☀ The Yoshiwara Quarter ☾ Heavy Aphro
He sighed, though it came out more like a whine-a pitiful one at that- than anything else. How he’d gotten here he didn’t question and why he was brought there, while certainly on his mind, wasn’t the most pressing issue at hand. In fact the pressing issue, as it were, was no longer being relieved with his hand and was continuing to be a pressure on him. Over two hundred years of life and he had encountered plenty of situations like this and he had always been able to bring himself to completion. But now? It didn’t seem so simple.
No matter how much he moved or tried something to end this entire situation, nothing was helping him. He could tease and keep himself on edge for the longest time but nothing resulted. “Merde!” The curse came loudly, slightly echoing.
Waka sighed again, arching his back on the cold wall, listening to all the noises around him. Plenty of people had passed the room he was in, peering in before moving on. But by then he had taken off his helmet, letting his long blond hair fall around him and to the floor. His kimono was undone, exposing his chest as a hand was inside, fingers rubbing on sensitive flesh. Hakama untied, it hung loose around his waist, cloth still covering his prominent arousal.
He had practically given up touching himself by now, trying to calm down even if just a little. Well, Waka hoped the less heated actions would calm him down a little. But it wasn’t like he was thinking straight, anyway. All the prophet really wanted was a relief.
{ooc: Frustrated Waka is frustrated, can you help him~? Male and females welcome. (We can play who'll be the dominate by ear?) Castmates are love but anyone is welcome! Nothing too extreme but he'll probably do some kinky stuff if it helps him. PM if you have questions~}
No matter how much he moved or tried something to end this entire situation, nothing was helping him. He could tease and keep himself on edge for the longest time but nothing resulted. “Merde!” The curse came loudly, slightly echoing.
Waka sighed again, arching his back on the cold wall, listening to all the noises around him. Plenty of people had passed the room he was in, peering in before moving on. But by then he had taken off his helmet, letting his long blond hair fall around him and to the floor. His kimono was undone, exposing his chest as a hand was inside, fingers rubbing on sensitive flesh. Hakama untied, it hung loose around his waist, cloth still covering his prominent arousal.
He had practically given up touching himself by now, trying to calm down even if just a little. Well, Waka hoped the less heated actions would calm him down a little. But it wasn’t like he was thinking straight, anyway. All the prophet really wanted was a relief.
{ooc: Frustrated Waka is frustrated, can you help him~? Male and females welcome. (We can play who'll be the dominate by ear?) Castmates are love but anyone is welcome! Nothing too extreme but he'll probably do some kinky stuff if it helps him. PM if you have questions~}