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lαn sízhuí ([personal profile] deferences) wrote2024-01-03 04:51 pm
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OPEN SEASON
@little.radish
23 / male / men / 9♣
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My Self-Summary

Lan Sizhui is a cultivator from Ancient China, where he spent most of his time hunting monsters, ghosts, spirits, et cetera and so forth. He has an extremely calm and refined exterior, his appearance is dignified, but he's usually seen with a faint smile.

He is a Good Boy and will likely try to befriend anyone, even if they're not too friendly themselves.

My Future Plans

It may sound like the same thing a lot of people are saying, but I would like to finish the game here, however necessary, and perhaps finally get to go back home.

My Talents

I'm well-versed in sword-fighting, martial arts, horseback riding, archery, playing the guqin, cooking, gardening. I could list many more things, although I think that's a pretty broad enough list of some things I enjoy doing.

Ah, well, perhaps meditating too?

Favorite Books, Movies, Music, and Food

I've read too many books to choose just one. I've not seen many movies, but if I had to pick one out of the few I have, I would go with Strange Magic. Besides my own, perhaps piano music? Jazz and classical are also top-tier choices. As for food choices... as long as it's edible, I'm not all that picky.

My Ideal Partner

People who aren't going to judge if my shape changes? Because that's a thing that happens at the end of every month.

Oh! I suppose, ah, durable partners would be important.

Height 5'6" Body Type Slim but toned in the arms and legs. Smokes No. Drinks Sometimes. Drugs No... Sign Sign? Capricorn Education Well-educated Occupation Cultivator? Income ??? Children None. Pets I had a cute little group of these creatures called Pokémon back on the last world I was on. Hobbies Besides what was listed above?
art credit: one. two. three. four. five.
01. WINE OR BEER
Wine.

.02 CLOWNS OR MIMES
Clowns...?

.03 SHOWER OR BATH
Both, depending.

.04 PIRATES OR NINJAS
Both. Again, situation depending.

.05 TITS OR ASS
Does this really matter?

.06 COFFEE OR TEA
Tea.

.07 SPICY OR SWEET
Sweet.

.08 SUMMER OR WINTER
Winter.

.09 LEATHER OR LACE
Lace.

10. ROUGH SEX OR GENTLE SEX
Yes.

Personality Type
Protagonist: ENFJ-A
ENERGY
68%
Extraverted
MIND
62%
Intuitive
NATURE
71%
Feeling
TACTICS
88%
Judging
IDENTITY
86%
Assertive
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gurge: (suguru | 211)

[personal profile] gurge 2024-02-08 06:41 am (UTC)(link)
[ one thing remains constant with arcades: you can have fun alone, but it's always better with someone else. ]

[ something of a loner at heart throughout the too-long days of his youth, Getou endeavors stubbornly to do the first, selfishly hogging and wearing himself somewhat thin on DDR — one of many games from his home world with which he's familiar. there are several of the machines, and he knows the music on one from long hours after school and training, his body able to find the rhythm and steps with ease after years of beating martial arts into his body, and that becomes self-evident in the way he moves. he accrues a crowd eventually, but it doesn't last long; he still has the self-control to shirk acclaim. ]

[ not really the type of company he's looking for. ]

[ in need of electrolytes and hydration, he makes his first mistake of many he will that evening: buying a sports drink from the concessions and guzzling it down. a freshening up in the bathroom to rinse the sweat off of his neck and tie his sweater around his waist, he reemerges in a clingy t-shirt looking for something else to appease the boredom and finds himself being enticed by... soft features, full cheeks, small. pretty mouth. it takes him a moment to track round, dark eyes to the gestured offerings over his shoulder and back again with slow assessment. ]


You've never played this one? [ he votes immediately, confidently. definitely no ulterior motive. a payment scanner is between the two bikes, and Getou climbs atop one, a long leg swinging over the bike, straddling it in powerful thighs. he's big enough that it looks a little... comical. his wrist, however, slides across the mount between, registering a purchase for two riders. ]

C'mon, my treat.
gurge: (suguru | 51)

[personal profile] gurge 2024-02-10 08:55 pm (UTC)(link)
You don't, [ look foolish, that is — a counterpoint he offers with a boyish grin, ever so tinged with a playful mischief. Lan Sizhui's smaller frame suits the thing more, where Getou's feet find the floor instead of the pegs. the question, though, hmm... he puts on airs of pondering it as he sifts through different race tracks. they seem to have landed on one that he doesn't personally recognize, the backdrops all looking wild and fantastical: a path of woven jungle vines, an opalescent rainbow bridge in the stars, a complex glass corridor of tunnels far beneath the sea with oceanlife passing by overhead. ]

To be honest, I've never ridden a motorbike... but I've ridden a dragon? [ this can't be the more relatable experience, can it...? ] It's slower and less reactive than all that, but the parts you should familiarize yourself with are the short-cuts and the items you can collect.

[ there's some information in the pause screen. Getou leans his bike as far as it will go in Lan Sizhui's direction just so he can reach the controls near the handlebars; suntanned, broad and callused fingers slide over delicate, pale ones and the heat of his palm settles as he fingers through the screens on the other man's display. ]

Aaaand... here we are. Let me know when you're ready and I'll start. [ and he pulls away to sit up straight, landing on a desert-themed track that's more legible and easier for a beginner, boasting a purple and pink sky. romantic. the display of items meant to make the game more interesting is standard: landmines to lay on the track, target missiles, a potion with 10 seconds of invisibility and the like. even a beginner can win, with a little luck. ]
gurge: (suguru | 256)

[personal profile] gurge 2024-02-15 03:58 am (UTC)(link)
[ transform into... ]

[ that's a thread he'll have to follow when his priorities aren't so forcefully rearranged. instead, he waits patiently, watching the shifting colors play across that pale, concentrating profile, wondering if the sky really is reflecting that much pink — for as long as it lasts. until he finds his gaze drifting down the pronounced lines of his throat, the dark cascade of long hair, the slender bones of his wrists. there's a reverberating ache in his own body he only vaguely recognizes and doesn't give much effort to understanding. ]

[ Lan Sizhui looks enthusiastic about his prospects with the game, while Getou isn't so sure. ]


Hm... [ he contemplates, tipping his head as he looks back at him. his hand hovers over the start button, tongue taking a swipe at the seam of his lips. ] Well... if you'd prefer, I can give you a more hands-on demonstration.

[ what exactly that means, he leaves to Lan Sizhui's imagination — but for the directing gaze he pins to the motorbike's seat just behind where he's straddled, and then back up to dark eyes. there's a touch of smug suggestion with it, but more than that, the heat that begs for shoulderblades against his own chest. he's been received well so far, but the question of further proximity he leaves in the other man's hands. ]
gurge: (suguru | 159)

[personal profile] gurge 2024-02-19 08:50 am (UTC)(link)
[ not one to consider himself an open book, the direction and path his eyes takes as Lan Sizhui moves is nonetheless one easily mappable, head tilting like a fish hooked on wire as he notes the way the fabric bunches in the small of his back. he's decent enough to look guilty and then bashful when he meets his eyes again, laughing so quiet that it seems almost to himself, some private joke. the display in front of them is navigated to one player, and Getou stands to make good on it. ]

[ circling the back, one big palm with a furnace-warmth to it rests on a shoulder as if for balance as he swings his leg over. realistic enough to mimic a bike's suspension, the mock vehicle sinks down with his added weight; the waist in front of him feels small when he hooks both hands on it, rocking him back and melding them together into one warm seam with a sigh — like he was just dying to get up against him. a cool drink on a hot day. ]


Get comfortable. [ his voice has a huskiness to it that reflects the gone-taut reel of elasticity in his guts, that tightening in his belly. there's little mystery between them now: Getou's aphrodisiac-laced blood has gathered south, leaving him notably aroused where he's pressed into the very top of Sizhui's ass. if he's being impolite, he has no apologies at the ready, only moving his hands down the length of Sizui's arms to hold the handlebars with him, well-muscled arms embracing the outside of thinner ones. ]

[ difficult angle to see the cat-got-the-canary smile on his mouth when it hovers so near an ear: ]


Ready when you are.
gurge: (suguru | 121)

[personal profile] gurge 2024-02-20 06:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[ a cartoonish countdown adorned with flags flashes on the screen as a number of bike engines rev and smoke, the physical one beneath the two of them given a combustion's jostling and an ever so gentle steady rumble of life. Getou doesn't remember this much tactile detail from the games back home, but then — he's feeling a little extra-sensitive. maybe it's just been a while. maybe he's just hyper-aware of how it feels to have a firm body compressed between his legs; a more conservative dresser like him, but he knows a trained physique when he sees one. ]

Squeeze this for the gas— yeah, there you go. [ their hands move in tandem on the handlebar, pulling back the grip to give it gas, his heavily callused fingers overlapping Sizhui's. he isn't pale, making a smaller hand stand out that much more. the track unfolds as all the bikes race forward, harrowing in their first obstacle: ] Slow down on the curves, stay on the inside.

[ the bike tilts as it comes, pressing their thighs together on the outside; his hands rest there, but Sizhui does the steering. they aren't last, which is as best of a start as can be expected. ]

You're doing good. [ this gentle, coaxing voice of his is warm and calm, sits natural on his timbre, and has just enough whisper and closeness to an ear that it comes out a little... rich and mischievous, too. ] And you look good straddling something like this; I'm very grateful to have been given a better view.

[ maybe it's too soon to test his focus, but the urge to tease is relentless. ]
gurge: (suguru | 306)

[personal profile] gurge 2024-02-24 11:30 am (UTC)(link)
[ and were their angles better, Sizhui might see that his own smirk tilts in the same crooked timing; Getou's amusement is a warm chuckle that blossoms from his chest, reverberation lost in the gentle sensation of the bike working. the jostling, shifting, and warm receptivity of both body and sporting conversation have worked him into a more pronounced erection that announces itself in a twitch against the small of the cultivator's back. Getou hums approvingly, ]

Shall I? [ and shifts. those big, warm hands smooth up Sizhui's arms, caressing sensation and warmth up his prone body. they move down, thumbs kneading either side of the dip of his spine and fingertips sifting the topography of chest, ribs, torso, hips. they settle there, pulling that slighter body back against his own, grinding his hard-on in the hot seam of their bodies as hot breath beats out against a pale stretch of nape. Getou finds his mouth lingering there, first in brief feathers of lips, of kisses. ]

You enjoy having something big and powerful, [ if any further indication of this is needed, it's there, in the slide of their pelvises, ] between your thighs?

[ down his hands continue on their journey, mapping out the places of which he speaks. a massaging grip closes in on the meat of sensitive inner thighs, pulling them open — suggestively, against his own, prone open atop the vibrating chassis and hooded "gas tank". very little of his attention remains on the video game, more beguiled by this one, the screen nothing but a blur of pixels beyond Lan Sizhui's lovely profile. ]
gurge: (suguru | 158)

[personal profile] gurge 2024-02-26 10:01 am (UTC)(link)
[ temptation is a difficult battle for Getou Suguru. there's his own self-control, a discipline he's whipped and worked since childhood, a firmly held belief that temperance is important, moral, and the challenge worth pursuing. he goes to bed at a decent hour and gets up at another; he keeps up with his training and follows the rules and doesn't use his technique without proper approval; he keeps his desires in check, no matter how easy or difficult. — but then there are the times when indulgence creeps its way in, as it always must, and the battle is over before it began. he has a taste for fine dining, the best clothes, the strongest flavors that turn anything on his tongue hot and sweet. never mind those bottled-up hormones and the aphrodisiac getting to him, setting his skin alight — making Lan Sizhui's ass rocking back into him so plush and sweet that it fills the angel on his shoulder's mouth all full of cotton. ]

[ it's the dam break of his self-control that makes him want to fist up that long hair and fuck him into the gas tank right here and right now. ]


You're very cute.

[ his discipline, and maybe sadism, is what slows him. he liked playing with his food at the best of times. the hand on his own makes him smirk — not stopping him, but marking his unraveling. Getou wants to see more of it. his hips press back, scooting forward on the seat — and it pushes Sizhui's groin more into the gas tank between his legs, the heavy stripe of Getou's chest against his back keeping him pressed into that vibration, from the root of the berries to the tip of the tree. ]


Concentrate, [ he reminds, his own hand ever so gently guiding his back to the handlebars. he checks back in, taking over some control as he tilts the wheel into an item: an ice block that will make the entire path behind him slick, spinning out anyone who crosses it. a few fingers guide him to the button to activate it, while his other hand slips down between his hips, pressing on on his pubic mound, as sinfully low as he can get. ]

Squeeze whenever you're ready.
gurge: (suguru | 32)

[personal profile] gurge 2024-03-03 10:05 am (UTC)(link)
[ the shivery quality of those words douses gasoline on the firepit in his belly, but it's his whine that's really rattling around in his head, the honey all over the sticky bait trap. it's irresistible — the perfect, pale column of Sizhui's neck. there's very little warning when Getou's other arm wraps around a more slender torso and holds him captively still as his jaw tilts... and his teeth sink. ]

[ the lovebite doesn't break skin, but it's enough to jolt and smart, his lips closing on that fluttering pulse, the lash of tongue and suck enough to leave the skin flushed, hot, chilled, smarting, and sweet. another: softer, suckling the delicate patch of skin just behind his ear. ]


Too uncreative to say "anything your mind can conjure", isn't it? [ this intimate, smoky voice right up against his ear is almost overwhelmed by the trilling, musical white noise all around them, a secret just for Sizhui. and he very much does wonder what this mind could conjure as his lips and teeth graze across the edge of his ear. ] Let's see... at third, we'll move on to another game and resume your torment.

[ this, apparently. this is "torment", the way his hand is oh so gently kneading so low on Sizhui's belly that if it were against skin his fingertips would be fondling black curls. ] Or maybe begin mine. In second place, we'll find something more private.

If you finish in first, [ and his mouth is a smile against Sizhui's neck, because he himself is already laughing at his own words: ] I'll finish in you.

[ and maybe that's the riskiest option. a hedonistic, primal part of him has always taken what it wants when it wants it; giving that animal even a yellow flag is precarious. it's meant to be shrugged off as a titillating joke anyway. ]