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You can take them if you want. I won't stop you. [But then Kleken would have to deal with Splat potentially finding them. Does he really want to deal with a sex toy-wielding pet?

Probably not. Unless it's at the misfortune of someone else involved.]

I don't know what they all do. [Please, as much as he enjoys sex, he's not actually so sex crazed to have and use countless toys. Also...sir?] Well...it's a matter of just preparation, right?

[Should he be worried...?]

You don't want them?

[ He really doesn't want to deal with a sex toy-wielding pet. He wouldn't mind making other people deal with it though, Wriothesley in particular. Though he also knew that would perhaps tilt him out of the man's graces and that tragedy was much worse than whatever entertainment he might garner from it. ]

[ No dangerous toy-wielding tentacle monsters for Wriothesley. Aside from the one already in his room, at least. ]

Well... I suppose it most informative if we discover what they all do together.

[ The buzzing of various toys suggests that the tentacles have found the power switches and Wriothesley should be very worried. ]

Do have a seat.

We're not exactly lacking in the sex toy department. I'm sure the staff would just bring me new ones if I really wanted them. [So Kleken can have free sex toys if his heart desires. The fate of many resort goers are in the hands of a man with an unwieldy pet that could hold many sex toys.

Though Kleken might just leave them here and merely come back to get his fill when he pleases. So maybe offering the other that so easily is not in his best interests.

The whole point of all this is to not think though and Wriothesley is thinking way too much for his liking.

Even the whirring of multiple of toys kind of has him rethinking about how he reached out to Kleken and perhaps not someone else. Unfortunate. Wriothesley merely takes a seat on the bed, his lips quirked into a strained smile.] What do you mean "together" in this context. [Uh oh.]

[ The casual reference to being supplied endlessly with sex toys has him huffing for the briefest of moments, a sight that only Wriothesley gets to be privy to at this point. Another pointed reminder that he should be focusing some of his efforts on improving his living situation; it's fine for the moment, but a touch lower than his standards... ]

How generous the resort can be.

[ Good thing he has associated himself with several royal-ranked individuals, his current waiting partner included. Shoving aside the moment of huffiness, he relaxes into a smile and moves to stand in front of Wriothesley, setting his hands on the man's shoulders while his tentacles drift in the air behind him, toys buzzing menacingly as they do. ]

I mean, you simply allow yourself to drown in me. Together.

[ That is the exact opposite of together, but Kleken's lips on Wriothesley's mouth, kissing him leisurely, is his way of ensuring that his definition will be the only standing one right now. ]

[There's something quite amusing about seeing Kleken so huffy about the resort handing him free toys, but not handing Kleken any. He'd almost laugh at it all if not for that foreboding feeling as the other stands over him.

He should worry about the many toys that the tentacles have curled themselves around, but he can only find relief in the moment. Not thinking and letting his mind go blank for just a little bit doesn't seem so bad to seek out, after all.]

Well, lucky me that Fontainians aren't really the type at risk of drowning~

[Wriothesley happily kisses the other back immediately. It's needy and hungry and just a touch desperate. Like the man needed this in a way that wasn't just for physical gratification.]

[ It's a different kiss from usual, that Kleken can almost instantly tell. Usually, they're quite a bit into their song and dance before Wriothesley kisses him like this, or the resorts' antics had been pulled into play. So he'd been serious about needing a distraction. ]

[ In a weird and unspoken kindness of his own, Kleken takes the request more seriously. He takes advantage of his own lack of needing much air to kiss the larger man senseless, hands pushing the other to lay back on the bed so he can more comfortably crawl atop him and continue his pursuit for every ounce of air in the man's lungs. Soon after, they're working off the man's shirt, assisted by tentacles that haven't been granted the gift of a random sex toy. ]

[ Only after getting rid of that shirt does he lift his mouth away, giving Wriothesley just a moment's respite before claiming his lips again. As he does, tentacles start to wind their way along Wriothesley's arms, an undoubtedly familiar sensation if not for the drag of vibrating bullet vibes, nestled between suckers and trailing against his skin as they climb up to his shoulders. ]

[ He may not have very much sex toy experience, but he does have a rather creative mind for sensation bullying- ]

[He really is thankful that the other seems to either not think much of his actions or was playing dumb for his sake. Whichever the reason might be, he is rather glad for it. He knows Kleken can deliver the escape he wants. Even if that escape is temporary. Even if it doesn't change the reality.

Like having his breath slowly stolen away. His lungs burn and his mind is lightheaded even as he earnestly kisses back, happy to let himself be maneuvered into his back as he gets lost in the sensations of the kiss. He isn't really a match for Kleken here, still needing to breath far more than the other and there's something quite enjoyable about suffocating for those kisses in the current moment, that he doesn't seem to mind even if his lungs protest.

When he gets air back in his lungs, some clarity returns, though he isn't really looking for it.

There's a breathless laugh into the next kiss. It's like getting a very strange massage. The toys vibrating against his skin. Some spots a little more sensitive than others. Other spots a bit ticklish, It's a strange mix, though he wouldn't call it currently sexy. It is, however, distracting. Something he'll take.] They seem to be enjoying their new toys, huh...

[ From his spot lying comfortably over Wriothesley, he smiles in an unconvincingly innocent manner in return, his hand moved up to run the tips of his fingers against the other man's jaw. Giving him a moment to breathe, though from the look in his eyes, that same look begging for distraction earlier, perhaps he doesn't need to be so kind. ]

They have quite a bit of learning to do with them. And you'll be kind enough to guide them while they experiment, won't you?

[ He shifts himself off of Wriothesley with that, propped on his side next to the warden to make room for the inevitable flood of tentacles. A pair waste no time in bringing their vibes up against his nipples, pressing them there and nudging against them with curiosity, fishing for a reaction. One holding an actively vibrating dildo runs the tool along Wriothesley's side before finding the front of his pants, pressing against him through the fabric in testing. Before deciding that his pants needed to go and unoccupied tentacles take to rectifying that. ]

[ While they're busy with that, Kleken will just be using that hand on Wriothesley's jaw to turn his head back toward the conman and kiss him again. Slow and sensual while his tentacles continue their explorative journey. ]

[The meaner the better. Kleken being relentless is a mercy in itself.

His back arches as he lets out a breathless moan; all the sensations slowly making him forget about his worries. He writhes underneath the toys pressed against his sensitive chest, but he doesn't put up much of a fight as Kleken's tentacles tug him free of his pants and leaving him exposed for Kleken to take in.]

H-Hah. Yes... [This is what he wants.

He instinctively leans into that kiss, returning it hungrily as pleasure assaults his body.]

[ Wriothesley's kisses are Kleken's best guide in giving the man what he wants. The hunger and desperation in them, the way he throws himself into the kiss, tells Kleken the way he should play this and for once he's eager to act. ]

[ Wriothesley has done him a number of kindnesses, after all. He could repay the favor once or twice, out of the generosity of his own heart and not a deep set desire to make a wreck of the man. ]

[ He swallows down each of those moans, keeps the man gasping for air by swallowing up all of his in tandem with the movements of his tentacles. They're ruthless in their pressure, latching the vibes against his nipples and increasing the vibration speed while another vibe is wrapped against the head of his cock by more tentacles. The dildo... ]

[ Well that's suspiciously gone for the moment while tentacles spread Wriothesley's legs further apart, prodding at his sac and entrance with slippery tendrils. ]

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