Intro ☽ Help Needed ☀ The Yoshiwara Quarter ☾ Heavy Aphro

[lemaudit]

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

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[lemaudit]

She was very quiet, that he would give to her. Everyone else that had passed the room that he occupied would open the door rather noisily and made themselves known before leaving him be. But Yumigami, however, wasn't like them at all. And because of this caught the, already off guard, prophet even more off guard. Though there was nothing horribly obscene about what he was doing to make her noise wrinkle. If anything, it looked like he was just rubbing his chest.

At her announcement, however, Waka startled with a small gasp, blue eyes snapping up and up to her presence. He hadn't even know she was there, but he pieced together she'd been there for a few minutes. He stared at her for a moment, eyes looking her over as his heart started to race. A Brush God? "Oh mon Dieu," Waka breathed, closing his kimono. "... Yumigami?" She was positively glowing!

{ooc: Of course it is~! <3}

[lemaudit]

Well, she certainly was a firecracker! Waka chuckled at the cute flick of her ear and the scolding she gave him. What, he couldn't have been surprised to see an embodiment of a god he worshiped? And better yet-at a time like this. "Oui, I am a little troubled but I am fine, regardless." Trouble which he didn't want to burden her with even looking at it. So, he scrunched up a little more to save her an indecent view.

[lemaudit]

This place looked much like home, so Waka felt a little more safe walking around here without Pillowtalk, even if he didn't like how he was constantly him on at first and until he found a place to rest.

But of course, there was no such thing as rest when Amaterasu was around and this time, there was no getting around her or avoiding it as she tackled him. He laughed, almost immediately knowing who it was just by the energy surrounding her and hugged her, making sure to keep his problem away from her.

He scooted away slightly, furthering the gap between she and his lower half, petting the side of her face and brushing some of her hair out of the way. She had a human form? She was just as beautiful as he imagined. "Ma chère," He chuckled. "You should honestly be more careful! Do you never listen to me?"

{ooc: Aw, she's the cutest X3 I'm sure she can help fff}

[lemaudit]

Waka didn't move otherwise, he was happy to see her too! The prophet had always liked being as close to her as he could and a hug made him ecstatic, especially in a place like this where he didn't recognize anyone or any landmark here.

"Hmm?" He tilted his head to her own? "You can't talk in a human body either?" That wasn't that he couldn't understand her but he wanted to hear her voice too.

BRUSHGODS. BRUSHGODS EVERYWHERE.

[chicken_phoenix]

The smell of arousal was hardly unexpected anywhere in this 'hotel,' and especially here, in Yoshiwara. Moegami had come here simply because the floor looked more like home than any of the others, rather than for some of the red light entertainment. While the smells that assaulted his nose even here were to be expected, there was one familiar scent that caught the fire god's attention.

He followed it to an open door, and his suspicions were confirmed.

"Waka...?"

I love it~!

[lemaudit]

This floor was much like home, and while Waka had no idea that it was indeed a floor that was held in a hotel, he felt oddly comfortable here. Except when someone, even more so when a god, popped in on him. The prophet looked to the voice with a rather dazed look before he realized who it was.

The clothes, his markings and the pipe were the main things that gave it away, along with a slight glow to him, but it was none the less startling to him to have a god in front of him. "Non, non. It couldn't be..." Waka told himself quietly. But he spoke up more despite having his heart lodged in his throat; "Moegami?"

[chicken_phoenix]

Moegami raised an eyebrow in response, glancing over Waka's disheveled appearance. That, coupled with that unmistakable smell made it quite obvious just what the prophet had been up to.

"I am." He nodded, affirming Waka's question, and turned to leave. "Sorry for the interruption. I'll let you get back to what you were doing."

[lemaudit]

Had, been up to. He couldn't do anything about it so he had given up even trying. "W-wait, don't go!" Waka gathered his top and the tie to his pants, going to stand up before remembering there was a reason he was in this room. With a small noise, he flopped back down to the floor, holding his clothes tighter together.

He was just too excited to see a god again, maybe it wasn't in his place to ask the phoenix to stay considering the predicament he was in. Waka dipped his head, his hair falling over his shoulders. He felt a little embarrassed to have asked Moegami that.

[lemaudit]

[Waka didn't find another presence all that alarming as people had been wandering in out since he had been there, but her apology was something that caught his attention.

He chuckled, smiling to her with dazed blue eyes.] One usually leaves after saying that, mon petit intrus~. Something the matter?

[Then again, he was used to the looks by now. A lot of people liked to watch him for a moment or two.]

[lemaudit]

[He chuckled at her response, pulling his hair behind him and brushing his bangs through his fingers before giving her a wider smile.]

How very flattering of you. You're very cute but I doubt you're only admiring.

[No one admired someone else here. At least, that's how it all sounded here. But perhaps she was just like everyone else for him.]

[aka_clouds]

Kumo had actually been silently watching from the entrance way into the room, a small smirk tugging at his lips. He was dressed in a traditional Japanese kimono for female prostitutes, his pale shoulders where exposed, and the whole thing loosely on him, though the fact that he was male was noticeable.

Silently, he moved towards the frustrated prophet, kneeling down in front of him.

"Frustrated, sir?" He smiled sensually.

[lemaudit]

Waka had been so dazed and consumed with himself that he hardly noticed the occurrence of anyone, let alone Kumo, that had peeked inside of his room. It was the quiet footfalls that caught his attention and he looked to the man that approached with an interest in his bright blue eyes.

He smiled at the voice, tilting his head to the side ever so slightly. "Oui," He chuckled, still breathing a little ragged. "Incredibly."

[aka_clouds]

Tilting his head down slightly, Kumo peered at the blonde man through his bangs as he reached a slender hand out to run up the clothed leg of Waka.

"Perhaps I could be of some assistance, if you so pleased, as you may have your way with me." Kumo cooed as he gave the upper thigh upon which his hand was resting a light squeeze as his other hand began to part the lower part of his kimono, exposing his creamy legs, which he spreads ever so slightly, and already slightly throbbing length.

Yeah, he wasn't even trying to be coy about it, but rather was more sly, almost like a Kitsune spirit.

[lemaudit]

Eyeing the hand that ran up his leg, Waka's smile didn't fade all that much as the other started offering himself. He certainly did have a mysterious quality to his character. "Have my way with you?" It certainly sounded appealing, especially as the other started to slowly expose himself. He saw Kumo’s hardening length and made a small noise when his own thigh was squeezed.

“I would hate to admit I’ve worn myself out but I have. Having my way with you would be rather disappointing,” Waka sat up and leaned his face closer to Kumo’s, running a hand up his chest. “But I don’t see why he can’t play with each other, mon ami.”