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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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[with a stare at ives' face before he breaks eye contact, the erune turns his head to bite the goatman's wrist, digging his fangs in just enough to be a warning.

and his hands fall from their bodies, sitting on top of his thighs now. he's stopped touching both of them because god damn it, he will punish this man for messing with him, even if that means not satisfying himself.]

[The soft underside of his wrist gets a well deserved chomping on and he again yelps, though much louder]

Ba-aa-aaa..! [it is successful in getting his own hands to pull away, no longer going the ears. Alas, he had to push it. Is this an impasse-? He's just irritating enough to cause that, huh. No, no, he's also very determined and Nehan isn't jumping out of his lap just yet.]

Fine- fine, fine- understood. [He echoes, before reaching his own hand down between them. His hands are much larger than Nehan's, after all, it's much easier for him to hook his own cock around his thumb and press his fingers to Nehan's, pulling their lengths together in a firm and rugged grip. They're already worked up and somewhat slick, so his more calloused hold adds more friction back in]

My turn at this-? [Nehan can still sway his hips, but he's got much more options for grabbing at Ives with both hands free]

[if he'd just asked, nehan would have let him. the erune thinks he still may allow it, but only when the man asks, and stops if nehan tells him to stop. but the erune wont tell-- he'll just let the goatman learn for himself.

then nehan reaches for one of ives' horns, tugging on it.]

That's debt for next time, Ives. I will ruin you, and let you pick up the pieces.

[then he grabs at both their cocks again, underneath the man's much larger hand.]

[Grabbing onto one of those horns should be an interesting sensation. They are the magical center of Ives' body and he is very, highly magical. They practically hum beneath the touch with power, Nehan will feel a pulse when he grabs on. It's nearly like static, but instead of an electrical jolt it's like being shocked awake from a daydream. Ives' is also immediately effected by the grab and appears to immediately fall into line, nodding along to the erune's words.]

I'll count that... a promise. [it might be a threat to others, but he's into it. His length aches beneath their different grips and he gives short strokes, teasing the tip of Nehan's cock against his. He wasn't kidding about holding back all that while, he feels far too overeager in this state. Not wanting to embarrass himself or disappoint is priority, but he's not sure how much longer that'll last]

[there's power sparking under his hand, and nehan wants to learn more about it. next time, he has to tell himself. next time, and he satisfies himself with ives' hands and cock in the meantime, having mercy on the goat and holding onto his shoulder instead.

and he rocks harder against ives, growling, ears trembling. he thinks they've been waiting long enough, and nehan rolls his hips, intent on giving them what they both want.]

[There's a sigh of wound up relief when Nehan's hand falls away from a horn and digs instead into his shoulder. Plenty of fluff there for the man to anchor onto and use for leverage. If he kept hold of Ives' horn like a handle, he might not be able to think soon enough. Not that he's doing much better as Nehan's thrusts against him. Falling back into the passion and sensations between them is very easy for Ives. He already appears so tense, it's no wonder at all that he's spun up.

It won't take him long to nearly be there]

Getting- I'm getting to my limit- Doctor... [is he going to come too quick? He supposes that's not the worst, whatever, if Nehan doesn't get off from this Ive can use his mouth as he initially offered. That's fine, Ives' hand around them both isn't stopping, but it is trying to tease the soft head of Nehan's cock as much as he can]

[the need in ives' voice only serves to make nehan even more focused on chasing climax. he releases the man's horn in favor of slapping the giant's thigh, like he's spurring on a race horse.

really, if he had access to the man's rear, he would have spanked that instead.]

Do it, then.

[The slap to his thigh makes his legs jolt, bucking Nehan all the more into him in the process. The grip of his hand loosens up and moves as quick as he can. The command does even more for him, his ears flickering because Ives just plain likes following orders. He buckles under that temptation, glad he's sitting and Nehan's on top of him. Slouching forward, he presses his forehead to the top of Nehan's hair, between those fluffy ears of his. He bites down on his lip and there's even something like a small smile there, relief washing through Ives as he hits his climax.

His cock pumps against the other man's, spraying largely into his own hand. An orgasm that lasts, given how damn tense and pent up Ives was. He moans deep and rumbling in the back of his throat, breath held beyond that]

[the almost violent bucking of an orgasm against him prompts a series of soft growls from nehan, who takes advantage of it still, and rocks harder against ives for his own pleasure.

and only then does he come, growling into the man's chest and fur, until he stops-- and then he's just winded.

it really has been a while, hasn't it?]

[There's another layer of relief to his orgasm, once Ives realizes Nehan's also getting off. He relaxes further into it, sighing with pleasure and pressing a kiss to the man's hair. Very good, very good... His hand falls away, but just to his own thigh, so not make a mess on the furniture. When he finally levels his own breathing to speak clear, if ragged, it's just one word in question]

... Satisfying?

Hmm.

[nehan takes a moment to dig his hands into the fur of ives' chest, finding the sensation soothing enough to use to calm down from sex.]

Yes.

I think you'll do well, especially when you bleat nicely.

I don't bleat for just anybody.

[So deadpan, but the timing is so comedic, he has to be teasing. Or maybe it's just a challenge to drag it back out of him later, because he's a glutton for that kind of punishment]

Ah, so I'm special, is that it?

[nehan looks up from the fur, eyebrow raise as if in challenge.]

Good-- special treatment for your doctor will net you special treatment in turn.

[Ives looks down between them, then back up to meet Nehan's face.]

Special is a word for it! Needless to say, I'm pleased with the arrangement.

[he did come all over the man, clearly this works for him. Also getting a smile out of Ives, a rare occasion, what cutely crooked teeth he has hidden behind that stern face]

Good. [nehan fists his hands into the fur, clearly unwilling to let it go just yet. it's a comforting feeling, to feel fur like this, a luxury and privilege he hasn't had in years.]

Just don't ruin yourself when you come back here, when you still have to perform for me.

[Nehan continuing to sit in his lap, holding onto him well into the afterglow, that's all good by Ives. Rushing away from a partner after sex, even sex as a payment, always leaves him ill at ease. This is nice. His tail bats against the floor behind him]

You'll just have to put me back together, if I do. [a mutual reliance of sorts, though he's sure Nehan would be far less relying on him than the other way around. It's a fine arrangement, Ives has someone to come to for medical attention... Nehan gets someone extremely willing for sexual attention. Win-win, so long as Ives doesn't get himself killed or mangled beyond repair...]

That will simply increase your debt to me. [he leans forward, looking up at the man while kneading into his fur. perhaps he should be ashamed of acting like a child, petting fur like this, but ives doesn't seem to mind.] And then what will you do?

[perhaps it would mean more sex... which nehan certainly wont turn down, unless he's busy with important work, or has a prior engagement he cant call off.]

[More than not minding, Ives outright enjoys the petting. It doesn't strike him at all as childish, it's an attractive feature of his. Nehan is patting his sense of pride as much as anything literal.]

Beyond matters of sex, I could share my magic with you. How well do you sleep?

[being able to compel sleep is handy when someone can't manage it easily on their own. Ives simply doesn't offer to anybody because it can pull his attention away from more important matters... and can be more intimate than sex, if he goes further, striding about within their mind and dreams]

[this time, nehan pauses before responding-- but then realizes that the time for lies has passed exactly because he paused. so he should just say the truth.]

Badly. Sometimes I sleep for a few hours, sometimes I don't sleep at all. It's a struggle every time I lay down in bed, so I'd rather use my time awake to do something productive.

This has been the case since I was a child.

I see. Then I could offer you sleep. It is something I can compel, so long as you are not resistant of mind.

[he can technically do so even if Nehan did resist, but that's not ethical, not something he'd want to force. The man is no enemy of his, after all.]

It can be a sleep without dreams. If you wish to dream, I can form that while you rest. Alas... I'm not a trained entertainer as my mother uses such power for.

I am resistant. [then the erune sighs, and adjusts himself on ives' lap, sitting sideways on him and perching his feet on the man's large thigh.] It's no slight against you-- I sinply have such a tight hold on my own mind that outside influences can barely affect me.

I'm willing to try because sleep is an option, but it wont be easy.

[If Nehan is adjusting, Ives is reaching down to grab his pants. Not even to pull back on yet, but just to wipe off his messy hands onto. The curious fabric seems to absorb it without any discoloration, Ives does so casually before his attention is back on Nehan]

I could form a peaceful dream for you from my memories. The unfamiliarity may ease such resistance. If you desire to sleep, your mind shall not fight me too much.

Or you could knock me out and keep me there. [a blunt comment, but it's not entirely a joke. save for being punched into oblivion, nehan doesn't sleep for so long.]

I wont even be angry at you for it.

[though he hasn't shown much interest in leaving his perch yet.]

Perhaps I'll forego the magic and simply fuck you into a restful nights sleep. Should you prefer the method.

[also an option! Why overthink it with magic and dreams and memory if the purely physical method will do it?]

[he knows that look, and he's glad that ives decided not to be so subtle with his words, otherwise nehan would have just slapped his thigh again.]

That's acceptable too. [the erune reaches out to rub the goatman's ear between his thumb and forefinger. as he does so, he graces ives with something rarely seen except by his own child-- a small smile.] Perform well for me next time, all right?

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