lieabilities | [peacock] TDM Continuations

[ With all the grace of someone often placed into a hosting position, Kleken stands back and makes a gesture to the bed, while the tentacle reaches out to offer a 'hand' to help lead Reign to the bed. A gesture that's hardly necessary, given the close proximity, but perhaps there's an ulterior motive there. Or perhaps they're simply polite. ]

[ It could go either way at this point. ]

After you then.

[ Reign raises his hand, as if to take the offered "hand". Instead, he gives the tentacle a gentle pat before moving to the bed.

Even with the bathrobe, he feels quite naked as he settles in the middle, the entire time watching Kleken from the corner of his eyes.

Would Kleken sit behind or before him? How do they want to go about this? Should he lie down? Reign just waits for Kleken to make his move, and will react accordingly. ]

[ If tentacles could huff, this one would, but as things are it curls over itself moodily before withdrawing back behind Kleken. Leaving the two of them alone, so to speak. ]

[ Which means Kleken is back to full attention on Reign, smiling right back at the other man's hesitation as he approaches the bed. ]

Lay down on your front. Though if you're feeling less shy, you could lay on your back.

[ Reign better pick one fast, or else Kleken will be right in his personal space again. ]

[ Laying on his front or back? Either choice leaves him entirely too vulnerable. On his front meant that he will be unable to see what Kleken is going to do to him, but on his back isn't any better as well, leaving him just as exposed.

Hah! Who's shy? He lets out a huff and shifts until he lies back properly on the bed, head propped on a pillow and keeping a close eye on Kleken. ]

What else?

Relax.

[ With a smile that suggests Reign should do anything but relax, Kleken comes to a stop next to the bed. And for a moment, it looks like he's about to sit down on nothing, but tentacles quickly pour out from the shadows under the bed to form a chair for him to sit on. A chair he looks all too comfortable in, and continues to retain none of his modesty in. ]

It'll make things easier.

[ Surely not ominous words, not when more tentacles are creeping up the side of the bed to reach for his arm. ]

[ Yeap, not disconcerting or ominous at all, as Reign stares wide-eyed at the appearance of those tentacles. Those don't set him on edge. It's the number of said tentacles that does. ]

Restraining me makes it easier?

[ The vampire tries not to tense as the tentacles move closer, his fingers twitching slightly as some brush against his skin, the touch a strange sensation. He inhales a deep breath and wills himself to relax.

It's just a massage. How weird can it get? ]

I wouldn't restrain you for this.

[ He absolutely would. ]

[ Whether Reign can instinctively tell that or not from Kleken's easily suspicious smile is all on him. Either way, the wave of tentacles is on the move, a few moving to curl along the length of the other man's arm and pulse over the length of it. Other smaller ones move to twine around his wrist, palm, and fingers, doing the same. ]

[ On the one hand, it technically counts as a massage, as the cool tentacles press in against his skin, working it over. On the other, it is highly invasive, not to mention mildly suggestive in the way the tentacles curl and run themselves along the length of each of Reign's fingers. ]

[ But surely this is just how tentacles massage right- ]

[ Reign has a niggling suspicion that Kleken isn't entirely a hundred percent honest, but he quickly learns to expect that of the man, aware of the risks he takes when accepting any offers from Kleken.

The coolness of the tentacles' surface doesn't bother him the way heat would. But it still feels odd, those tentacles, some thick and others thinner, touching in an all too intimate manner. He tries to move one arm, just to test his limits, and finds the tentacles coaxing him to relax, like a lover tenderly holding him down.

He's not sure if this is even a legitimate tentacle massage technique. ]

It's my head, you know, not my arms. They should be massaging my temples instead? That's why it's called a headache, no?

I had considered it a free service in order to alleviate your unease, but I'm quite honored that you have immediately entrusted your delicate head in my tentacles.

[ Yes, it is too late to change your mind Reign, because the tentacles are just as quick to take that 'invitation' as Kleken is to joke (is he joking?) about it. While the ones on his arms remain there, new ones slide up and over to position themselves on either side of the man's head, their tips brushing lightly against Reign's ears in curious nudges. ]

But if you insist we move straight to the main show.

[ It is indeed too late to change his mind the moment he brings attention to his head. Welp. So he can't help but tense slightly at the appearance of even more tentacles. Just how many can Kleken summon?! Is there no limit?

A shiver runs down his body as the tentacles playfully brush against the outside of his ears, and if it isn't tinged pink already, it is now. Those ears are rather sensitive, thank you, a revelation that has never cross his mind, no less. ]

As I said before, as long as you, or the tentacles, aren't doing anything funny, and instead genuinely want to help, then I'm fine with it.

[ This could go wrong in so many ways. ]

[ Kleken's tentacle limit is a second date discussion topic ♥ ]

[ The reaction to that light touch is noted, given the way Kleken's eyes seem to smile even more mischievously when he sees that. And urged on, given the way they start to trace over the edges of Reign's ears in teasing strokes, while Kleken himself reaches out with his hands to press the cooled tips of his fingers against the other man's temples as so huffily pointed out. ]

I would never dream of doing something funny.

[ And... to his credit, Kleken does actually start a gentle, circular motion with his fingers. An innocent touch in stark contrast to the teasing his tentacles continue on with. ]

[ Will there even be a second date?! Correction. Why would there be a second date?!?!??!

Another tremor is drawn out of Reign, though whether it's from the teasing ministrations of the tentacles, or Kleken's fingertips on his temples, is hard to tell. ]

I think I trust the tentacles more than you.

[ Which is saying something, but he soon closes his eyes, exhaling a long breath as his body begins to relax, the very picturesque image of content. It's very calming, and Kleken's gentle touch does wonders to his ~~nonexistent~~ headache. ]

Edited (i forgot reign can't feel cold sensation... ) 2024-02-10 09:58 (UTC)

[ Wow is he not second date material?? ]

[ A low chuckle is the only initial response Reign gets; at the very least it's one of light amusement rather than something foreboding. A chuckle that probably isn't all that bad to hear when closing your eyes around a stranger. The gentle motions continue, and with them comes a slow but firm slide of a pair of tentacles against either of Reign's shoulders, a steady pressure that rolls over the skin to loosen up the muscles there. ]

And I've done so much to gain your trust.

[ Has he though. ]

Is the pressure fine or would you like it harder?

[ Don't mind the fact that gentler is apparently not an option. ]

[ Maybe if Kleken manages to seduce him enough. The question will be whether Reign falls for his charms.

Reign knows how dangerous it is to put himself in the hands/tentacles of a stranger, especially one who has abilities that can rival his own. But thus far Kleken has been amiable, and the massages are indeed very welcoming. ]

That is yet to be seen.

[ A soft ~~moan~~ hum makes its way past his lips as unknown kinks in his muscles begins to loosen up. ]

It's... fine.

[ His eyelids flutter open a moment later, blue eyes glancing up into Kleken's. ]

You're certainly enjoying yourself.

[ The smile down he's given in return is nothing short of business professional. In fact, all of Kleken's current movements are suspiciously innocent, seemingly focused on getting Reign's body and hackles to relax under his touch with those same continuous motions. Adding onto them, his thumbs circle around to rub small circles up the other man's jaw to behind his ear, massaging there as well. ]

[ The tone he takes however, low and intimate, mirrors what a masseuses might use. But coming from someone like Kleken, a man used to using soft tones to charm his way into getting what he wants, there's far too much of an undertone of seduction for such a claim to hold true. ]

I enjoy spending time with good company. A fine wine would only make it better, but I'm sorely lacking in my usual supplies.

[ Darn it, his sensitive ears turn even redder as Kleken shifts his focus to massage behind it, causing Reign to exhale a shuddering breath. Either Kleken has practiced before, or he's really good with his dexterous digits.

It's hard to trust a man like Kleken, but Reign wonders if there will ever be a time where he would see the other's true personality. Or perhaps parts of him that are seldom seen by others.

He snorts softly, ignoring how Kleken's low voice seem to glide across him like running water. ]

Once we're done here, maybe we can then leave this room in search of your wine. It's a resort, after all. There's bound to be beverages of all sorts for you.

[ Trusting someone like Kleken would truly be a fool's choice, given the way the man purposefully and pointedly leads a life of stacking lies upon lies. He's quick to squirm his way away from any sort of attempt to prod and probe at his personal life, and even quicker to turn the tides on a person whenever he can. It's a lifestyle he's used to, and thusfar, hasn't seen any reason to change. ]

[ But with enough exposure and acceptance that Kleken was simply... Kleken, one could perhaps find the honesty in all his dishonesty. ]

That sounds like a pleasant idea. Though perhaps you'd like to seek some more proper attire beforehand?

[ As if to accentuate his point and reminder of their near nudity, there's a light brush of a tentacle over exposed skin on Reign's thigh, teasingly brief but there all the same. ]

It would be a shame to cover up such a lovely figure though.

[ Reign can't imagine living a life of lies. Or hiding his true self. It had eaten him from the inside out, and already there are people who talked about him before he told his father the truth. Lying, half-truths, denying oneself... It's exhausting.

Doesn't mean that Reign doesn't keep parts of himself a secret either. Even so, he isn't going to poke and prod others uninvited. And Kleken is exactly the type who will slip and slide away before Reign could even delve deeper.

Though if he dives too deep, will he drown?

A flush of colour paint his cheeks as he is reminded of the state of their clothing, and Reign quickly glances down to make sure the tentacles hadn't pulled back his robe too much. ]

Unlike you, I rather conduct myself with decorum and modesty. But you're right. Clothes first, then drinks for you.

[ He tries not to squirm at the feather light brush against his thigh. ]

...how long does this massage last?

[ It would be a pleasant drowning- ]

[ Kleken's own eyes shift as well to follow Reign's gaze, rather blatantly looking over the other man in the process as well. Though Reign's modesty remains intact for the moment, he'll need to smack that tentacle away from its slow but steady path of nudging aside his robe to get it to stop. ]

[ He's rather interested to see if he will or won't. ]

However long until you're fully relaxed.

[ Another white-ish lie. What he means is however long Kleken can continue to push this little charade of his. ]

[ He leans in then, using his hands on Reign's head to turn his head just enough to guide his gaze back up on Kleken. His touch is still soft, leading rather than forcing, but the look in his red and purple eyes all but demand the other man's attention on him once more. ]

You still seem rather tense. Perhaps I need to do more. There are other ways to wear out the body, after all.

[ Please don't drown him.

On the other hand, sex underwater...

Reign does try to shift his leg slightly, trying to nudge the inquisitive tentacle aside, and is about to move his hand to bat it away when Kleken physically redirects his gaze at the man himself.

Tentacle forgotten, he stares up into Kleken strange eyes, the colours intriguing in its own hypnotic and alluring way. ]

I'm not— [ There's a sigh. ] Waking up in a strange place practically naked is bound to put anyone on edge. Except you. [ Doesn't help that he'd been crying his eyes out just before sleep overtake him, only to end up here. Which would explain his mildly tired look. ]

[ What if drowning AND sex underwater. Kleken could do both. ]

[ Reign's honesty is its own type of charming, in the way that it contrasts Kleken's penchant to skirt the truth. It's a quality he's been attracted to in the past at times, and it certainly keeps Kleken's interest on the other man right now. He's not the sort to offer a massage to just anyone, after all. ]

Oh, I'm terribly frightened right now.

[ He doesn't look the least bit frightened. ]

It sounds as if you have too much on your mind right now.

[ That is not a tempting notion Reign ever wants to consider. He will leave it in its "what if" category.

If there's one quality about Reign that defines him, it's that he's honest. Honest with his feelings, his thoughts, his desires. He may not share all of it or make known publicly, but neither does he want to lie and hide about it. If he can help it.

Even now, he doesn't hide his annoyed expression from Kleken, frowning up at the man's response. ]

Oh, yes. I can clearly see that.

[ Though he turns pensive a moment later, avoiding Kleken's all too perceptive gaze. ]

Nothing that concerns you. Don't worry.

[ Another conversation for another day then. ]

[ At Reign's honest skepticism, he merely smiles down again in that mysteriously frustrating way of his that the other man must be growing to expect from him by now. It's a smile that remains even when Reign turns his eyes away, trying to hide the look in his eyes that's already caught Kleken's interest. ]

My empathy for others would never allow me to disregard someone like that.

[ Reign may have known him for ten minutes but that's one of the bolder lies he's told by this point. ]

Would you like to talk, or would you like to forget?

[ Reign truly finds it hard to know when is Kleken being honest or not, or even sincere in his lies. White lies. Lies meant to comfort others. He'll just pretend that Kleken truly meant it about his empathy. It's way too exhausting trying to discern truth from lies, and will just have to trust his own judgement. So long as Kleken means him no harm, that's good in his books until the foreseeable future.

He gives an imperceptible shake of his head, a thin smile on his lips, a suddenly all too tired look in his eyes. ]

That's not a matter for me to divulge, and neither do I want to forget about it. [ A soft sigh slips out, then he glances back up at Kleken. ] You're really good at getting people to talk without revealing much about yourself, huh? Or should I say, everything out of your mouth needs to be taken with a grain of salt.

Edited 2024-02-18 07:05 (UTC)

[ There's a rare moment where Kleken falls silent, simply looking down at Reign, before closing his eyes and continuing on with that cooling massage of his fingers and tentacles. It's a look Kleken has seen before, a few times now in the eyes of other residents of Umbraton. And more importantly, it's one he would never admit he's terrible at handling. ]

[ So instead he moves with the flow of the conversation, even if it means attention falls on him instead. ]

My livelihood comes from people, after all. A con artist like myself wouldn't exist if not for people to con.

[ A truth so blatant it sounds like a lie. ]

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