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My name is Nehan-- I'm researching how medicine works here, and how to merge it with the methods I'm used to. If my research goes well, for instance, I will be able to act as a doctor and pharmacist, among other roles found here.

To that end, I'm requesting samples of blood from fellow Sleepers. I understand it can be quite personal, so whoever does not want to do that need not respond. Those who do, so I can perform the phlebotomy myself, and can privately send you my address, and answer questions you may have.

Whoever wants to help but doesn't want a needle in their arm, I still have a job for you, if anyone is interested.

[very straight to the point, almost unwelcomingly so. but at least people know what they're getting into if they decide to deal with him?]

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Hmmm. You don't need anything for the bloodloss then.

[but nehan does reach for the holster at his right hip, and pulls out a small vial, half-full with a sky blue potion, and holds it out.]

That's for when you get hurt again. It's a healing potion formulated for all races present in my homeworld, but come to me if you feel anything untoward after taking it.

[Ives eyes the potion before reaching out and taking it. He spins it between his fingers, looking within it to the liquid, understanding how thick it might be.]

Thank you. I will. You say to take it, to be clear that means it is to be drank? The whole thing at once-?

[best to make that known. He doesn't want to down something in whole if it's meant to be a small swig.]

Ingested or poured directly over the would, whichever is your preference. I understand that it just tastes like a bitter melon, if you turned it into colored water.

[nehan sits back, putting his notepad away.]

It's just half a dose, but it should still be fine for injuries.

Very good. I shall use it well. [Ives will open it, giving a curious sniff to see if he can smell the bitterness as it's described. It doesn't bother him, the flavor is what he's made of, by his world's rules.

He closes it back up, shuffling it into a pant pocket lining the lower swoop of those thigh cut outs]

Thank you, again. I appreciate meeting with me so soon. [he'll definitely use this to survive some sort of traumatic encounter in a meat factor soon]

[nehan gives a single nod, then stands.]

I'll walk you to the door, if you need to go now.

You've given me what I requested. [he says simply, leaning in slightly, arm rested forward on one knee]

Do you want me to stay longer?

[this is as coy as Ives gets, but even then it's entirely obvious what he's really asking the other man. Now or another time, for that discussed payment?]

[oh? ives did say he doesn't have anywhere else to be for a while... that's the logical conclusion to come to.

nehan's ears turn forward, visibly showing the interest he wont express on his face. then the erune takes the few steps towards the other chair, no need for his crutch when it's easy to just force his uncooperative left leg to move a few paces, and he leans forward, perching his hands on the man's knees.]

Do you want to stay longer? I have experiments to run... but I can factor you into them.

I am enjoying your company so far, Doctor. I'll stay.

[Oh, the ears swiveling forward is cute. Ives thinks it's funny how they can give away the man's interest when he's otherwise so composed of demeanor.

A thought he has while the end of his tail thump-thump-thumps gently on the floor, a sign of his own interest, despite his otherwise composed demeanor.

He feels self assured so long as he's not overstaying his welcome or being a nuisance to the man. Ives is an orderly person, respecting someone's home is apart of that. The arm he has resting on his own knee moves, his thumb glancing over the tops of the fingertips pressed down on him.]

What experiments?

Whether or not my genitals are in full working order.

[he feels no shame in saying that-- after all, ives already knows this private little part about him and the man doesn't mind.]

Ah.

[an awkward wink, but maybe that has it's own charm]

I can help with that.

You should.

[nehan waits a few seconds to build the anticipation, and then keeps his gaze on ives' face, as he moves his hand down his suit jacket, undoing every button as it goes. he may be out of the mafia now, and he may have not had sex in a long time, but he still remembers how to seduce. then again, the people in that family have only two preferences: a bold seductress who eventually bends, and a shy ingenue who does the same damned thing. family men tend to be quite predictable, and nehan doesn't have any experience outside of the mafia.

and it's not like he's ever succeeded in either role, he just doesn't have the heart for it, on account of having no heart.]

Come here-- feel free to touch as you like.

Edited 2021-11-12 17:03 (UTC)

[Ives is somewhat picky in his taste, but he's a man who likes order. The slow, deliberate motions being made do it for him just fine. Chaotic fits of passions aren't his style.]

I do like to be given directions. [when he's told to touch, he'll not act shy. One broad hand of his slips beneath the suit jacket coming undone, feeling along Nehan's waist over the clothing still there. Ives has big, strong hands to no surprise, so he can easily anchor the smaller man's weight with just one if he wants to lean into it.

His other hand reaches to pet one of those cute ears, hoping they aren't off limits.]

[if nehan's ears were bare of fur and sporting newly-healed tears like they had been just a year before, he wouldn't have allowed a foreign touch, any kind of touch. but, messily trimmed as the hairs are, nehan actually has full fur coverage on his ears now, and he allows the touch now that he knows it wont feel utterly wrong. this might be the first time since he was a child that he could feel something good with them.

his ear flicks once, like attempting to dislodge a fly, then stills for the petting.]

Ah, so you prefer to be led than leading. [that's good to know, the roles that they prefer to play in bed.]

Then-- undress me.

[Ives' manner is soft, petting the ear beneath his fingers with smooth strokes, curious over them. His hands, however, are rough things. His fingers and palms calloused from the work he did back home. He feels a need to make up for that with finesse and careful touch. That hand does drop from Nehan's hair at the order, down along the man's neck to find and free anything around the man's collar.]

I am fine with leading, but it is not my preference.

[The hand on Nehan's hip guides the man to Ives' thigh, which he shifts so it could be straddled and sat on easily. Nehan shouldn't be carrying his own weight if he needs a cane, not when Ives can.]

Besides, this is your payment. You should get more say.

Hmm.

I don't have any preference either way, outside of leading. [but usually, "leading" is often implied to be the position of being on top, or at the very least taking rather than being taken.

and, in a move that's often gotten his partners hungry, nehan removes the glove on his left hand with his teeth, tugging at it one finger at a time and then moving his head to toss it aside. only then does he crawl into the giant's lap, grateful for the support.]

We'll do it this way. Perhaps I'll sit on you.

[Gloves bother Ives in an odd way, but them being taken off he can get behind. He watches Nehan's little show of removing and tossing his aside. A hum of approval as he settles into Ives' lap.

Right, he was helping the man take his shirt off. He should focus up a bit better.

His fingers work down Nehan's garments, trying to get everything on his top half undone before slipping his fingers beneath, pushing up towards his shoulder to shrug the clothing off one side. He'll repeat on the other side, so Nehan can be stripped down further. Both of Ives' broad hands remain on him, petting along bare skin curiously]

What even works best for your experiment, Doctor. [the goal is to see if he can get turned on after all, Ives can indulge however the man likes]

Touching is fine for now, until I can take off all my clothing.

[the erune has to wonder if ives finds him disappointing. nehan certainly finds his body a disappointment every time he looks into a mirror when he's bare. as a result of his fifteen-month coma, nehan considers himself more than just underfed-- he looks atrophied, and combined with all the scars he's accumulated during his time under an unkind owner and that owner's equally unkind comrades, he doubts he looks like an attractive person.

perhaps the face, he thought, if one removed the heavy shadows under his eyes, but certainly not from the neck down.

still, best to have himself bare, eh? seeing is usually better than touching, so ives will know what he's getting into.

the erune lets his coat and suit jacket fall to the floor, revealing that yes, the sides of his clothing are cut out for all to see, and not just the sides-- the back as well.]

[Ives' attention doesn't stop nor stutter at Nehan further revealing himself. He had noted those large cut outs in the clothing, not unlike how his own pants showed off his thighs. Appealing before, but now he gets to touch freely, so that's more exciting. His flat palms moving along Nehan's back.

Ives is exploring up and down his spine, not lingering on scars or marks he might run across. He's not shy to such things, but it does draw another stark contrast between them. One that makes Ives a bit self conscious himself, for a silly reason. He's very young this new life and though he has the memories of his many past experiences, his body doesn't reflect that at all. He's been a warrior, he's seen so much, but how unproven he must look! All lean muscle and smooth skin. Like a show pony, instead of a worker horse... that feels suddenly embarrassing for him.

Nehan might be amused by just how red he gets. His pale skin really lights up, dotted with bright freckles across his face and nape]

Oh? [nehan looks him up and down, noting how red his face gets, and peeks down to check if the blush spreads.

because that's a blush, either of arousal or shyness. whichever one, it doesn't much matter, but nehan still notices, and will comment on it.]

Already shy? Or perhaps your interest is properly piqued.

[nehan pokes at the base of ives' neck, before drawing his hand down, down, then cups the man's groin to check.]

More the latter...

[The embarrassment is Ives riling himself up, overthinking his relative youth. The interest? That's Nehan's fault. In a good way. Ives absolutely finds him attractive.

Something Nehan can figure out for himself, when he reaches down. Ives' thighs tense slightly beneath the man's weight and touch, but he's far from jolting away. Even just a palm feeling up his groin is going to reveal he's very large there, going right along with his height. Nehan's confidence is very appealing, he can hope the man doesn't get intimidated by that]

[that dick is comparable to an adult male draph's, nehan notes through the garment, and gives it a pat, before he moves his hand away to thread it in ives' chest fur.]

Don't be so shy then, do what you want. [if he still wants someone who looks like death, he thinks unkindly to himself.

then, with his left hand, having gone mostly unused this whole time, the erune begins to undo the zipper on his trousers.]

[Ives puffs a little at that touch and that permission, good humored in a bit of frustration. Also, likely, the first notably lightened up expression that's probably crossed his very stern face.]

This is supposed to be your payment... [he doesn't want to prioritize himself! He's set on enjoying the moment simply by merit that Nehan is attractive to him so he's particularly more willing that merely exchange driven. His hands move again, swooping down together to Nehan's lower back, helping his pants and undergarments slip down if the man is stripping further. Curiously, he thumbs along Nehan's tailbone, curious if he, well, had a tail hiding from sight.]

Foreplay is not for getting prepared for penetration. [nehan huffs a little as he pushes his clothing down, balancing on one foot and the other, and throws trousers and underwear off onto another chair, and then crawls back onto ives' lap like he owns it.

his cock is soft, but that may change. what's never changed however is a lack of tail, because his sort don't have it. and he's fairly sure he's not some sort of erune with ancient noble blood who sport tails instead of crowns. in a way, he's glad he never had any, or else it might have yet another thing to be used against him.]

Besides, for instance, it's not as if I never had any erogenous zones before my accident. You just need to find them.

That's- not what I would think, either. I was checking if you had a tail... [apparently not though, so he changes tact. His fingers drag careful, but very firm up from the tailbone tip, massaging the protrusions of Nehan's spine and the muscles area it. That always felt nice for himself, it's something to test]

Those are usually sensitive in my world. [he's telling on himself. Does he care? Not really...]

Best if I play to my strengths, I suppose. [that is to say, his mouth, because he's good with that. Since Nehan is goading him on, he should explore further. Leaning in, his lips find the man's neck, kissing at the soft skin there with eager curiousity]

[nehan almost purrs when he feels that pet from his lower back all the way to his neck, but he manages to hold his tongue, most of his reactions showing as an arch to the man's hand. he has to wonder if the marking of the gunshot wound so near his spine is still there, before reminding himself that funf likely had gotten rid of it before it even scarred.]

Mm... no such luck. [the erune sighs softly, before tilting his head and baring more of his neck.]

No one in my bloodline or clan has a tail. So, unfortunately for you, all you have to play with are my ears.

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cw: here be sex from now on

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cw: slavery mention

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