[ damn, someone's really into the image of lyric getting tied up. and coincidentally, their name is also nilla--
The Temple of Au Imayamanu Mae is a familiar space to both of them. It's where Lyric spends a good portion of her days with her devoted followers, because despite her undeniable divinity, she doesn't see herself as above them in any capacity. And it's where she ends up crossing paths with Kazunari from time to time, because if he goes to the temple then he gets to see some of his art buds and miss Lychee. Totes a win-win in his book.
For once, they've arrived together, but it's for a purpose that's also familiar to them. She wouldn't be too surprised if by the end of this, after he's tied her up to their commissioner's satisfaction, he whipped out a canvas to make yet another masterpiece of her.
But there's steps before that point, like returning the jacket he'd lent to her to keep her warm. The loose, flowing dress she's wearing is pretty, perfect for artwork, but not as good for a chilly winter day. ] Thanks, Kazunari. [ Then to both him and the other artist: ] Should I have my hair down?
[ When the proposition of tying Lyric up in artful knots was brought to the two of them, Kazunari was pretty elated. Shibari is an art that he never explored in MANKAI (obviously), nor in college, but he had still read up on it at some point. He found it to be extremely beautiful for many reasons.
The contrast of the binds against skin, the whispers of marks left behind on said skin, and of course the give and take of power and control.
He's elated for this opportunity, too, because he gets to do this with Lyric. His muse! Kazunari knows she's going to be breathtaking all tied up.
He takes back his jacket with a nod. ]
Let's keep your hair up for now, so it doesn't get caught in anything. [ Because Lyric's comfort is most important to him. ] We can let it down once you're lifted. It's gonna be so gorge hanging loose!!
I think so, too. [ Which she feels a little weird saying, but she's spent enough time as an artist's muse to understand what makes her image particularly striking. ] Then I'm in your hands.
[ With that settled and the frame she'll be hanging from firmly in place, the commissioner hands the rope off to Kazunari. "Thank you so much for accepting my commission. To tell you the truth, I'm a sunshiner and a foamling! So this is a dream come true...!" ]
[ Lyric sees those open arms and falls easily into his embrace. As her fingers dig into his shoulders to establish her own grip, she seals his mouth shut with a heated kiss that has no business feeling as good as it does. She's blaming the aphrodisiacs for that one, thanks.
Unlike their previous shared kisses, there's no soothing rhythm to this. There's a desperation, a palpable hunger, the literal (gentle) bite of teeth on his bottom lip as she resumes her rocking and bouncing.
She'll use him, gladly. Until they're both satisfied. ]
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shibari take 2 electric boogaloo
damn, someone's really into the image of lyric getting tied up. and coincidentally, their name is also nilla--The Temple of Au Imayamanu Mae is a familiar space to both of them. It's where Lyric spends a good portion of her days with her devoted followers, because despite her undeniable divinity, she doesn't see herself as above them in any capacity. And it's where she ends up crossing paths with Kazunari from time to time, because if he goes to the temple then he gets to see some of his art buds and miss Lychee. Totes a win-win in his book.
For once, they've arrived together, but it's for a purpose that's also familiar to them. She wouldn't be too surprised if by the end of this, after he's tied her up to their commissioner's satisfaction, he whipped out a canvas to make yet another masterpiece of her.
But there's steps before that point, like returning the jacket he'd lent to her to keep her warm. The loose, flowing dress she's wearing is pretty, perfect for artwork, but not as good for a chilly winter day. ] Thanks, Kazunari. [ Then to both him and the other artist: ] Should I have my hair down?
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The contrast of the binds against skin, the whispers of marks left behind on said skin, and of course the give and take of power and control.
He's elated for this opportunity, too, because he gets to do this with Lyric. His muse! Kazunari knows she's going to be breathtaking all tied up.
He takes back his jacket with a nod. ]
Let's keep your hair up for now, so it doesn't get caught in anything. [ Because Lyric's comfort is most important to him. ] We can let it down once you're lifted. It's gonna be so gorge hanging loose!!
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[ With that settled and the frame she'll be hanging from firmly in place, the commissioner hands the rope off to Kazunari. "Thank you so much for accepting my commission. To tell you the truth, I'm a sunshiner and a foamling! So this is a dream come true...!" ]
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[ Lyric sees those open arms and falls easily into his embrace. As her fingers dig into his shoulders to establish her own grip, she seals his mouth shut with a heated kiss that has no business feeling as good as it does. She's blaming the aphrodisiacs for that one, thanks.
Unlike their previous shared kisses, there's no soothing rhythm to this. There's a desperation, a palpable hunger, the literal (gentle) bite of teeth on his bottom lip as she resumes her rocking and bouncing.
She'll use him, gladly. Until they're both satisfied. ]