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westwhere2021-05-09 09:21 pm
descendency) wrote in westwhere2021-05-09 09:21 pm
one day I might not make it back home (may catch-all)
WHO: Mingyu and YOU
WHEN: All through the month babes.
WHERE: House of Dew, on the road, wherever.
WHAT: Slutty, slutty CR.
WARNINGS: He's a hooker it WILL get sexual. Otherwise no real warnings yet. Will update. DM/PM/plurk me for prompts/whatever.
dreaming of foxes
At least this client was a kind one. Those could be few and far between, in this line of work. The House of Dew kept its business, and by extension its patrons, orderly enough, but the professional respect afforded Mingyu by most clients was not the same thing as genuine kindness.
He was patient with Mingyu, understanding when Mingyu apologized for how frazzled, how distracted he was. Refused an offer to reschedule, to discount his rate. They sat and talked for a good portion of the session before getting down to, how to say, the main event.
Mingyu even felt a little relaxed by the end of it, though the fox tattoo he was carefully keeping out of sight of his guest felt like it was searing into his skin with how hyper-aware he remained of it. It was moving. It had started moving when the ship carrying Archeval's pet project drew near to the ports. It was all he could think about, though he'd rushed back to the House of Dew only partway into the rescue attempts in an effort to stay in the house's good graces as he did not know how much longer he would remain reliant on his employment here.
Now he was just waiting for his client to go, unable to bear to rush him even though they were past their time because he'd been kind.
"See you again soon?" the guest asked, and Mingyu smiled. It didn't reach his eyes.
"I should be so lucky," he replied smoothly, well-practiced, slow to slip his robe back on because a man would forgive a great many things about your mood if enough skin was on display.
WHEN: All through the month babes.
WHERE: House of Dew, on the road, wherever.
WHAT: Slutty, slutty CR.
WARNINGS: He's a hooker it WILL get sexual. Otherwise no real warnings yet. Will update. DM/PM/plurk me for prompts/whatever.
dreaming of foxes
At least this client was a kind one. Those could be few and far between, in this line of work. The House of Dew kept its business, and by extension its patrons, orderly enough, but the professional respect afforded Mingyu by most clients was not the same thing as genuine kindness.
He was patient with Mingyu, understanding when Mingyu apologized for how frazzled, how distracted he was. Refused an offer to reschedule, to discount his rate. They sat and talked for a good portion of the session before getting down to, how to say, the main event.
Mingyu even felt a little relaxed by the end of it, though the fox tattoo he was carefully keeping out of sight of his guest felt like it was searing into his skin with how hyper-aware he remained of it. It was moving. It had started moving when the ship carrying Archeval's pet project drew near to the ports. It was all he could think about, though he'd rushed back to the House of Dew only partway into the rescue attempts in an effort to stay in the house's good graces as he did not know how much longer he would remain reliant on his employment here.
Now he was just waiting for his client to go, unable to bear to rush him even though they were past their time because he'd been kind.
"See you again soon?" the guest asked, and Mingyu smiled. It didn't reach his eyes.
"I should be so lucky," he replied smoothly, well-practiced, slow to slip his robe back on because a man would forgive a great many things about your mood if enough skin was on display.
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Oh no.
She supposed in some ways she’s a bit lucky. After all, this could’ve been MUCH worse: she could’ve walked in on an active session!
She turns around slowly and immediately turns bodily to avert her gaze, speaking to the doorframe as if she were an unfortunate Victorian gentleman catching a glimpse of unchaperoned ankle.
“I- I don’t— Sorry, there was just. I won’t be here long. And I’m not here for all. That. Which I’m sure is lovely. You’re probably great at... that.”
She closes her eyes, her brain silently begging for her mouth to shut up dear god please why are you still going.
Vanya wished she knew, brain. She wished she knew.
She risks another glance at Mingyu, her entire face a cherry. “I don’t have a penis.” She blurts out and the sheer force of the cringing she does nearly knocks her head into the door as she turns to press her hand against the door and lean over. For a moment it’s as though the door and the hand upon it were all that kept her upright under the crushing weight of her own mortification.
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He crosses the room the rest of the way over to her, reaching out to place his hand over her own where it's resting on her only escape route. He leans into croon softly into her ear.
Five is going to kill him, and honestly it's fair enough.
".......would you like one?"
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She makes a strangled shrieking noise as all the lights seem to suddenly glow much, much brighter as she attempts some sort of graceful get away that is not at all graceful. She attempts to sort of elbow at Mingyu's chest while trying to dive under his arm, only really succeeding at flopping to the ground like an undignified magikarp.
MagiVanya tried to escape!
It failed...
She sits on the floor and squeezes her eyes shut a moment, getting control of her racing heart and forcing the lights to go back to normal. "Y-you really couldn't do that." And then, because of course this is the part that needs clarifying: "Surprise me. I mean, you probably shouldn't give me a--" She gestures vaguely at his crotch area, "either, but I have a... bad heart."
She blurts it out and then immediately makes a sort of face at herself as if the excuse was extremely lame even to her own ears and she was cringing at herself.