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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.
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.
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?
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.
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.
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.
Protagonist: ENFJ-A

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[ 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.
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except the whole reason he's here tonight is branching out and playing something he isn't familiar with, thus an entirely different movement game and the odd motorbikes, the former of which might also remind him a little of martial arts, too.
should a time come where he could have a chance to watch getou on ddr (or maybe go against him?), though, he will seize that without hesitation as well. as it stands currently, after he takes a moment to realize that sizhui's asking him for his opinion, getou seems to make a decision. his eyebrows lift in astonishment when the other male scans his watch for the cycles, he opens his mouth like he might protest, huffs a laugh – hey, at least it wasn't at how getou looks? – then sets the controllers aside, moving to climb on the bike across from him.]
Well, if you insist!
[being a bit smaller in stature, it's easier for him to fix himself onto the seat, initially situating like he's about to ride a horse, but adjusting once it dawns on him he'll have to hold the handlebars.] Ah... hm. Do forgive me if I look foolish. [another breath, this one more exasperated-sounding, but with no actual heat behind it.] I must ask, is this anything like riding an actual motorbike?
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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. ]
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a bit disheartening to hear he won't have an exact idea to go off of, yet the mention of dragon-riding definitely catches his attention.] A dragon, ah? I transform into one of those and have been carried by one, but never ridden. I'm sure that was an experience! [a good one, he assumes, anyway! and yes, he's just casually saying that whole transformation thing out loud, no big deal, immediately focused on what getou's telling him instead.] Shortcuts and items. [has he played a game like that before? something handheld, maybe, nothing at all like this—
his train of thought derails there when getou's hand comes down on his own, doe-like eyes blinking a couple of times, his throat working with some effort around the sudden lump that's trying to suffocate him. it's just a hand, it's just a hand.
the pretty desert spread settles on the screen and sizhui directs toward it, squeezing his fingers underneath getou's around the handlebar, the softest breath passing his lips once getou withdraws, something he hopes is stabilizing and might draw attention away from the fact he's blushing harder. he examines the items, committing to memory what each of them means, features creased in thought while he does. a minute or two later, he pipes up,] Okay, I think I understand how things work, though I suppose the only real way to find out is by playing. [a fleeting sideways look at getou to signal he's otherwise ready then he faces forward again, as prepared as he'll ever be.]
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[ 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. ]
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sizhui's experiencing a sensation of his own; it's the feeling of being watched. he doesn't acknowledge it right away, keeping his focus on running through each thing he'd been told over and over again, searing it into his thoughts. they do drift, however, considering why getou's staring at him, wondering what it is he's aiming for, but it dawns on him pretty quickly when getou mentions a ‘hands-on demonstration’.
he honestly felt rather confident in his understanding of the explanation, too!
after a blink or two, he slowly but surely turns toward getou again, eyebrows initially raising with intrigue at the sight of him licking his lips, though they arch higher and his eyes widen once he downcasts further. hands-on. ah, of course, it actually does make more sense when he stops and thinks about it.
not only does this allow getou to teach him better, it offers closeness, warmth, the press of another body against his own. he sits upright on the motorcycle, both hands resting on his thighs, his head faintly tilted sideways in contemplation. a beat, another, and he's borderlining on a third before he finally accepts.] Admittedly, that would be even easier than trying by myself. [he slides forward on the bike, a motion that's maybe slinkier than necessary, but it ought to convey his interest enough.] Come teach me, then.
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[ 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.
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this is why he isn't at all surprised by his reaction to getou's hand coming down on his shoulder. initially, he tenses, breath caught in his chest, then he exhales with deliberation as the motorcycle shifts and adjusts beneath their weight, which is good because it means he has enough sense to catch his breath when getou clutches his waist and pulls him flush against his front. sizhui's back nestles neatly against the other man's chest, his legs press tighter against the machine, and he huffs another breath, something more akin to a groan that escapes him before he can think to stop.
oh, he's comfortable. more than that, really, considering how close they are now, and if he wasn't, getou would know. the easy way lan sizhui lets himself be rubbed up against, how he licks his lips, suddenly glad he's stayed forward-facing after getou joined him on the bike, that way his eyelashes fluttering is just as difficult to see, just like getou's smile. he can feel it, though— not like how he can feel the slow press of getou's hands moving down his arms to the handlebars, no, but it's a lingering sensation that almost tickles his ear, and that in turn makes him shiver slightly.
it isn't often he feels so small, mostly because he doesn't think himself as small as he looks, except being enclosed by getou's body and the machine, he feels absolutely elfin yet almost cramped in a hot, needy sort of way.]
Here we go. [then the game gets activated before they end up being side-tracked again.]
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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. ]
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Gas, [and their hands move.] Slow down, stay inside, [which he does wherever is necessary and it isn't long before he's actually overtaking one of the cpu bikes. still not first, but a step closer the more he continues focusing, though it's becoming harder the longer they're pressed against each other.
he mmns softly in response, attention staying solely concentrated on the game, his heartbeat jackhammering as soon as getou leans into his ear. sizhui's breath hitches, it holds a couple of seconds, then he sighs, long-drawn-out and heavier than normal. they've come this far already, right? might as well shoot his shot.]
If you think I look good like this, imagine how I look when riding other things. [because where's the fun in being teased if he can't return the gesture? yes, he's got his eyes on the screen, but if getou moves just right, he could possibly see sizhui's amused little half-smirk.
he's well-aware how this game is played and he's learned a few new things here or there about playing it himself.]
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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. ]
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it's extra difficult when getou's hands begin massaging across his torso, coaxing him without words, causing him to falter slightly with the game; where there's a shortcut to take, he bypasses it instead, too distracted by roaming fingers. an actual groan escapes sizhui after getou finds his hips, grips and pulls, drawing him right back up against him again, breath warm against the back of his neck. he shivers, he can't help it, the sensations are all too much at once and it makes him tilt his chin toward his chest to offer getou more skin.
the insinuation isn't necessary since he understands where this is going by now, but it helps the anticipation linger and sizhui likes that the most. those dragging hands are certainly helping, coupled alongside the motorcycle, they're heightening already skyrocketed feelings of pleasure and encouraging the idea of forgoing their game. out of sheer reflex, he tenses his thighs, his knees attempt to push together, though to no avail, given what they're doing and how getou plies him further.
an actual whimper comes this time, his body squirms and he yanks his right hand off the handlebar, lowering it to grasp getou's wrist, not stopping what he's doing but holding on tight because it feels like he's about to crash— and not entirely in the sense of what might happen on-screen.] Yes, [he finally manages, even if all he can follow it up with afterward is,] I do.
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[ 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.
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—okay, perhaps less simple by this point, but the fact remains: it didn't take much to get him to bend.
any other day, sizhui might say ‘thank you,’ but for whatever reason, that just doesn't seem right in this moment. instead, he makes a soft whine in the back of his throat, somehow managing to regain some semblance of self-control so he doesn't immediately try writhing back against getou again. not that it matters when the larger male has no qualms about making it all the more difficult for sizhui's concentration. how is he supposed to do that when he's now distracted by the vibrating up against his groin?
how? he swallows thickly, snaps his attention toward their hands, watching as he's guided back to the handlebars and getou briefly leads them, giving him that fleeting moment to catch his breath, which he holds long enough to maintain that getou's helping show him where the button is for the item they've just collected, and it's gone as quickly as it'd come once that other hand reaches down between his legs. oh, there's just no way he'll be able to continue like this . . . well. unless?]
Wh-What do I get if— if we win? [something else to concentrate on, as it were; a goal to work toward.]
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[ 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. ]
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his body starts at the pleasurable sensation it sends zippering up his spine, his hands grip harder and, even though it makes it somewhat difficult to see as well, he tilts, allowing getou more room, another shiver running through him after he's moved to the spot behind his ear instead; it's a sensitive spot regardless, but depending on the side, getou will feel him tense harder if it's the left, as that's where his suit mark is located and he's been trying so hard to keep it hidden and in check, it's almost embarrassing how easily the gentler gesture makes him whimper a second time.]
A little, perhaps... [not a complaint, however, considering there are many things his mind could conjure up for this scenario. mostly, his mind wanders to the idea of getou actually fucking him on the bike, whether in the position they currently are or something different, that's what he's focused on with the other man mercilessly teasing his ear and groping him so freely. gods, he could probably get off just like this, sandwiched between getou's body and the bike, but. but. he greedily wants so much more.
third place is tempting, as is second, thinking about where they could go that might be more private, but it's first place that truly has him perking, his eyes instantly all the way open. he can feel that smile, the amusement in getou's words and while he may think it a joke, sizhui's taking it as a challenge.]
Finish in me, huh? [his voice is still soft, but it's firmer now, filled with determination.] Is that a promise?
[because if so, it's time to get serious here; he's already nearing third place, a spot he can easily overtake, and when he does, his hand shifts, his finger presses down on the button and he activates the ice-block they'd collected moments ago, picking up speed along the way.]