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OPEN💗 LATE VALENTINE'S DAY PARTY

WHO: Newbies, oldbies, everyone is welcome!
WHAT: A Late Valentine’s Party mingle, since Valentines’ Day was over Kaiju month…
WHERE: “MANTRA”, an underground, alternative club in Neo Toyko
WHEN: March 10th
WARNINGS: Romance and shippy things, alcohol, hookah, suggestive things. Anything NSFW is to be appropriately labelled.

Around the 10th of March, Outsiders will receive a message in their ocular inbox from Kabru, the Outsider also known as @ rasgulla. The message reads:

“To my dearest friends and teammates,

If we haven’t met before, call me Kabru. When not on missions as an Outsider, I work as a freelance event planner for various businesses and private organizations within Neo Tokyo.

Valentines’ Day is a popular holiday in Japan that was sadly interrupted last month by the kaiju. My current client is holding a belated Valentines’ Day event and they would really like the Outsiders to come. There will be plenty of food and things to do. Even if you're not looking for a romantic time, I'd encourage you to come!

Please wear something comfortable. Looking forward to seeing you there!

Yours sincerely,

Kabru.”

A location pin comes attached with the invitation. It looks like Kabru’s become more adept at technology over the months.

Follow the location pin and you’ll find yourself in front of ‘Mantra’ in metro Tokyo, an underground, alternative club making waves for its uniqueness in the club scene. Outsiders will all be allowed in without much fuss. The owner of the club is a gentle woman who kindly requests that all guests take their shoes off and leave them at the side. There is a lingering scent of incense and the people hanging out in the club look remarkably calm as they relax; cuddling and enjoying each other’s company. What kind of Valentine’s day party is this? A New Age, alternative kind, apparently. The owner of the club wants to be promoting togetherness in a completely different way.

Thankfully, finger foods and alcohol appear to be abundant, even if Kabru would really like you to be mingling with the people! There is a bar with free flowing wines and spirits, and a table with hors d'oeuvres and small desserts as accompaniment. These can include sushi rolls, small sandwiches, crab cake bites, small skewers, chocolates, little cakes and tarts. Food aside, there is live music playing and guests are highly encouraged to dance.

Naturally, couples are also coupling up, but anything too raunchy is of course cordoned off to a private room. Also, ignore the people smoking electronic hookah at the side…

What can you do besides eat and drink?

1. DANCING 💗

The DJ mostly plays trance and synth pop music in the background but he’s happy to take requests. On the dancefloor,there’s always a group of tipsy guests dancing their hearts out, some dancing alone and others dancing as a couple. There’s no right or wrong way to dance and most people will not cast judgement. Give it a try? Better hurry, before some of the overeager guests try to drag you in.

2. CUDDLE PILE 💗
Numerous cushions are set out around the venue for guests to lounge in and cuddle. It’s highly encouraged, in fact! Especially after a vigorous dance session. There are people lying together in larger groups, and couples choosing to spend their time lounging and enjoying each other’s company. Finding it difficult to relax? The owner might give you a whiff of her special perfume that’s guaranteed to put you in a state of complete calm. It might even make you more open about lying together with someone else.

3. SPEED DATING 💗

There’s a speed dating round going on in one side of the club. Guests are numbered and paired up randomly, then given a short amount of time to get to know each other on a speedy little date. Don’t know what to say? A list of questions will flow in through the oculars to give you a prompt. (Please refer to here and here for some examples or make up your own!)

4. MAKE SWEET TREATS 💗

In the spirit of Valentines’ Day, the owner of the club is hosting a quick desserts-making workshop at the event. Guests will be provided with ingredients and taught to make chocolate or cupcakes, and they will get the chance to decorate it however they like. It’s highly encouraged to make something to give to your sweetheart or the person you admire. Do you really want to be the person eating their own chocolate on Valentines’ Day?

5. PARTY GAMES 💗

What’s a party without party games? Throughout the night, people will be getting drunk and playing local drinking games such as the King’s Game. Eventually, other games from the West get introduced by other people. These games include Truth or Dare, Spin the Bottle and 7 Minutes in Heaven.

6. TAKE SOMEONE HOME 💗

If it looks like you're having a pretty good time with someone else, a helpful robot will approach you and provide you both with a key to a private room. Some of these private rooms are normal and some are themed, similar to a love hotel. There's no need to actually do anything raunchy of course. You could just cuddle up and enjoy the warmth of the digital fireplace! Everything one might need for a nice time together (condoms, lubricant etc) will be readily available.

As the event planner, Kabru will be buzzing around and making sure everything runs smoothly, but he can be stopped for questions or concerns (pls be nice to him he has anxiety). Characters can sit out of anything they want, but drunk and overeager guests might decide to drag them in.

[ OOC: I put this up so everyone can enjoy a chill mingle after the chaos of last month! And also because we didn’t get the opportunity to have do much for Valentines’ Day given the timing. Naturally, please label any NSFW, add your content warnings appropriately, and state your boundaries and preferences in terms of shipping/gen/being tagged by younger/older characters. ]

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[ hiyori knows the moment yato notices the mirror by those widening, bright eyes. the flash of mischief and delight that burns and the interested raise of his eyebrows. to say nothing of him saying "hot damn" on top of it all. she groans, this time in exasperation and looks away. he can see them in it.

yeah, that's how mirrors work, dingus!!

but that short moment is chased away by the stroke of his finger and, from above, he'll see her head get tossed back as his lips meet her lips in a kiss that's not allowed in public. they go back to how they were before yato pulled her up - hiyori being eaten out by his ravenous teasing. by his tongue, teeth, lips. by every suck, kiss, lick, and flick. until she can't hold her weight in her thighs and sits down fully on his mouth.

he may drown in her, but she doesn't want him to. even if it'll make him happy, please don't. but he's getting smothered. where he'll only breathe and taste herfor as long as he can take it. he's not fully a god anymore. he could die.

what a way to die... ]

C - can't believe you... thought about dying... like this...!

[ more than a little out of her mind from it all, she starts rocking against his chin and face. gasping every time his nose rubs her clit and bowing over until her hands plant above his head and her thighs clamp on his ears.

she feels a little ashamed but mostly so good. all the build up he did of before, slowly working her up into her frenzy is hitting a ceiling. maybe where the mirror is above them.

after this, he can do whatever he wants to her. if he wants to gag her with his cock, she'll do it. if he wants to cover her in more of his come, she won't say no. any position, any amount of time - if he wants to go until she screams - ]

[He's a bit of a dip, it's true. You'd think a god who'd been around so long would be used to reflections, but no, he's got to go and treat it like he's a kid or a cat discovering mirrors for the first time by waving at himself in it.

It's silly and ridiculous, but then again, that's him.

Then he gets down to business - paying Hiyori his full attention with both hand and mouth until she's writhing above him and dripping into his mouth, giving him plenty to eagerly lap up. Even with his view slightly obscured by the pile of her dress, he can still see enough to gaze upon her expression despite her head tilting back and mouth hanging open.

With her sunk down fully on his face, he hums with delightful pleasure against her folds, tongue darting out to taste her as much as possible while he breathes through his nose. This is fine, actually-- he's getting enough air to not pass out and all the while able to pleasure her with gentle nips and flicks of his tongue against her passage.

Her incredulous response gets a chuckle from him, deep and lustful. And with a kiss to her entrance, he tilts his head enough to respond.]

If I'm gonna go, this would be my death of choice, hehe...

[But then she's encouraging him further with the gentle sway of her hips and he resumes his previous ministrations, planting both hands on her hips in order to pull her down even harder on his face so he can get deeper into her depths with tongue and fingers alike.

They'll definitely have to do this more often from now on... Maybe even reverse their positions or sixty-nine it so they're both being smothered at the same time.

Just for fun, he lets a hand roam over her ass, where he pinches at her bare skin to make her jolt a bit and add some extra oomph to her rocking against his face. He really does want to drown in her presence, it seems...]

[ had she currently not had yato's face between her thighs, demanding all her brain power, she might've laughed at him waving at himself like he's a kid. because gods, that's so him to do that. it's true.

when he was in songerein with that other her, did he ever think he'd steal her away into a private room at a valentine's day party? that she'd sit on his face and whine and cry as he tasted her? did he think he'd actually be able to call her his wife? or that she'd almost sob his name from him simply humming and chuckling.

what she has to give him seems endless. ]

D - don't, gh...!

[ don't go.

but he's pulling her hips down and pushing his fingers in and stars burst. saying so much without saying anything at all. she can't resist, either. lucky for him. answering his quiet demand by grinding against his face, mouth dropping open into hard panting.

yato always makes points to say she can use him. for whatever she wants. hiyori often sighed and told him she was happy with him being yato. but

but there's no arguing he's pretty good for using like this and that he likes it, too. encourages it even with hat pinch, where in she bucks hard against his nose and decides to do as he says and just

for once

take from yato. in a way, using him for her pleasure. or she would think that if he wasn't VERY OBVIOUSLY enjoying himself immensely. one arm is just enough to hold up her body weight, the other pushing his bangs away from his face and pulls until she sees tears in his eyes since she's grinding and rocking against his mouth so much now, it'd be impressive if he could speak. ]

[Never let it be said he doesn't know how to take pleasure in the small things in life. Even something as simple as a mirror provides endless amounts of entertainment.

As for them in Songerein... it was much more innocent than this, that's for sure. Maybe because of her younger age, or his own inexperience, but he definitely wouldn't have imagined Hiyori gracing him with her crotch upon his face like this. Not in a dozen years. Maybe thirty, though.]

Mmm? Don't worry, silly... I'm not going anywhere.

[He's guessing as to what she's trying to say, but he has a fair bit of confidence in said guess. Reassuring her that he'll be here once she's done, after she's tipped over the edge is probably something she needs to hear. Certainly she doesn't need much more than his fingers thrusting into her again and again while his mouth laps up every bit of fluid dribbling from her entrance.

Though he does grunt with pleasure as she bucks in response to his pinching, hugging her tight against his face so he can go all out in devouring her. Her tasty is so unique, so delicious that he doesn't even think of stopping for a break or that she's essentially using him for her own pleasure.

Because he's happy as can be, knowing that he's making her feel good. Not a God of Calamity, but one of Love and Pleasure. Just for Hiyori. Only for her. And in turn she rakes her hand through his hair, earning a low moan as his eyes flutter up at her, taking in this unique viewpoint for all it's worth while his attention turns to her clit, which he sucks and nibbles on in an attempt to drive her over the edge finally. Helped along by the rapid thrusting of his fingers inside her.

If this is what it's like to be taken from and used, he'll happily do so every week.]

[ for her, when it's yato, she doesn't need him to move mountains to get her to come. having it be the person you love and are so wildly attracted to that nobody else comes close makes it better. it's not long at all before it's like her body is singing for her. that yato is plucking the strings to a god damn heavenly chorus with his mouth and fingers. ]

Ah - aah - !!

[ that's all the warning he gets before she nearly pulls his hair out and she rides his tongue and fingers. riding out her orgasm until she can't hold up her weight anymore, until she has to pull herself off his face because she's too sensitive, just to collapse next to him. one leg draped over his chest as she fights to catch her breath with no success. her hair sticks to her sweaty skin while laying there.

feeling useless.

but sated.

and loved.

and very naughty for coming on her god's face in some random private room at a public club. ]

[If there's anything in this world that can make him feel wanted and needed beyond having a shrine, it's Hiyori's cries of bliss that do it. Watching her chest heave with every breathless gasp and moan only encourages him further, getting him to all but fist her with a fervor unrivaled by anything else he does, except perhaps his greedy licking.

Humming with delight, he groans happily at having his hair pulled (always a treat for him) and works her through her orgasm with everything he has while drinking her heavenly juices like it's the nectar of the gods. Because for him, it is.

Enough so that he whines when she collapses off him, forcing him to crawl after her in order to kiss his way up from her crotch, across her belly, past her chest and along her throat to her chin where he captures her lips and allows her to taste herself on his tongue. Lewd, crude, and totally perverted, that's him.]

Hehe... So... How was it? Good, I hope? I know I enjoyed the hell out of it.

[Grinning happily, he pulls back to regard her flushed face, brushing the backs of his fingers over her cheek. If they can do this sort of thing for the next seventy years, he'll be content.]

[ yato not giving up on pouring his affection onto her gets her eyes to peel open, watching him make a path up her body. kissing over her dress until he meets the skin of her throat, to her chin, and she doesn't expect it

but, eventually, he ends up on her mouth and kisses her. a gesture that makes her squeak and eyes to widen and heart to hammer. oh, yes, her taste is there. how can it NOT be? it's covering the entire bottom half of his face. it's a little bitter but a little sweet, too.

very, very naughty.

when he pulls back, she lifts a shaking hand to cover her mouth and stares at him in wide-eyed shock.

eighty year old hiyori sitting on her forever young god's face -

or being here for another seventy and yato actually aging along with her... ]

Wh, wha- [ OBVIOUSLY, YES. she can't feel her legs, she's still trembling, she still can't catch her breath

and he's fishing for praise. everything he does is good. everything. ]

It... it was... [ there are no words. she just groans and lets her head fall back, body spent. the only problem is looking up. looking up and seeing them sprawled out on a mussed heart bed. ]

I don't know if I... can walk after that...

[It shouldn't come as any surprise that her stunned reaction gets him to flat out giggle like a kid misbehaving; he's always been a bit childish when he's having fun.

And enjoying this is something he definitely is doing. Savoring the taste of her two ways while in the back of his mind he thinks that would make a great menu item. For one person only, though. A secret menu just for him. The naughty side of Hiyori.

Staring into her wide, almost bewildered eyes, he grins with brows raising in question. Silently saying "Well?"]

Hmm~? [Not that he gives her much chance to answer, given he can't help kissing her again, then her cheeks, followed by her forehead. He's just filled with so much love for her that it can't be contained.

And yeah, maybe he wants to know he did good. She should well know by now that he's never grown out of the craving for praise. It's one of his weaknesses.]

Good? Delightful? Fucking amazing? [He prompts her while beaming the whole time, though he does finally settle next to her with an arm draped across her front so he can tug her closer to feel his own arousal.]

Heh... Then I'll just have to carry you home. You can tell everyone you sprained your ankle while dancing.

[ can she say all of the above? good and delightful and effing amazing. yeah, even that last one. she was truly under the impression that yato couldn't get better but when he takes his time like that

thinking about it again makes her tingle in places that are still too sensitive and throbbing from all that attention. all that good, delightful, fucking amazing attention.

pulled closer, she slides her weak hands up his chest and fiddles with the buttons of the vest he's still wearing. in fact, they're both still very much clothed besides her missing underwear but if anybody looked at them now there'd be no mistake what they've been doing.

especially with yato's grin not only gleaming with pride but with herself in the pink lights illuminating the room. ]

I, I'm surprised you don't want me to sing your praises about how good you are in bed.

[ ah. there it is.

not that she hadn't already sort of DONE it at his incense selling table. ]

[She can go with any positive adjective as far as he's concerned. Especially if she adds in the "sama" for good measure, hehehe....

He'd keep playing with her if he didn't know by now that she's probably overly sensitive and raw to the point of more stimulus being painful or at least uncomfortable.

And that's not the name of the game. Making her happy is, so he simply presses a kiss to her temple while snuggling up against her, idly rubbing himself through their clothes to get a bit of relief himself. He doesn't mind being left hanging; he'll just have to take care of business himself at some point.

Between that and being so smug over having melted her into a satisfied puddle, his cheeks do indeed seem to glow brightly beneath the tacky lights.]

Who said I don't? By all means, go on~ I'd love to hear how you saw heaven while coming, or felt like an angel was licking you clean.

[In other words, praise him more. Feed his delicate ego and godly desire to be loved and worshiped. He certainly won't say no to such kind words. He's not that bashful.]

[ yato might not mind being left hanging, but hiyori does mind it. first thing is first:

she bites her lip, eyes flicking across his smug smile and his glowing cheeks and his glinting gaze. like he's waiting for it. like he wants it. yato can talk all he wants, but it's no secret he all but lives for praise (and hers) and he'll probably go bright red if she does as he wants.

no, not if. when.

using the bit of her strength she's regained, she rolls onto him and takes his cheeks into her hands to stare at him seriously. ]

You're a Sex God, Yato-sama.

[

okay, she can't keep a serious face. she feels her control slip and her lips tug in a smile before she buries her reddening face into his chest with shoulders trembling with laughter. ]

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[How can he mind when she's so happy? That's his sole goal in life right now - to make sure she is safe and can enjoy every day.

He watches her expectantly, with a look that says it all: if he had a tail, it'd be wagging right now, eager for her approval. Having seen his past, she should know how much sway those precious words of appreciation have over him. He's a god, but he has his own weaknesses.

So when she flops onto him and pins his cheeks between her hands, he watches with growing hope in his chest until he gets exactly what he wants - to be deemed the pinnacle of sexy gods.

......

Except she has to go and spoil it a moment or two later by cracking a smile and laughing. The audacity...! His cheeks flare up with heat as do his eyes, although it's not anger, it's embarrassment at her losing it. Like he's the butt of a joke.]

H-Hey now--! Cut it out! You're not supposed to be laughing, dammit! I am a Sex God, okay?! O-Or at least a sexy one...!

....right?

[Just because she's decided to lose her composure, he hefts her up in his arms and turns them over so he can throw her onto the bed and straddle her, face bright red and only growing worse by the moment.]

Keep laughing and I'll show you--!

[ hiyori's laughter only gets louder when he calls himself a sex god, not quite howling but giggling. and loudly. try and she might to muffle it, she is unsuccessful as her body shakes. she really isn't supposed to be laughing, but she can't help it. it's not because he's NOT sexy or anything.

it's just out of her character to say that. she praises yato in other ways that isn't calling him a sex god. he's a god of happiness, either way, and no human is happier than when they're with the person they love the most and having fun, having sex.

probably. she's pretty sure. ]

R, right! You're ri-aiii?!

[ that unstoppable giggling shifts, briefly, into a small shriek but is back to laughter soon after as she's thrown onto her back and straddled. ]

Y - You're a Sex God! [ and yet she's still giggling, charmed by yato's deepening blush. only made worse by the lighting, too. although, on her back, she's forced to see them up in the mirror again and her laughing hiccups to a stop. then, she grabs a handful of his vest and pulls him down to kiss him full on the mouth, pulling back to speak against his lips, ]

My Sex God... like my God of Happiness...

[Way to fluster him into submission, Hiyori!! At her incessant laughing, he grows more and more flushed in the face. And ears. And neck. Everywhere grows hotter and hotter until he feels like he's fit to burst from the shame of it all.

While yes, it may be something she doesn't usually say, can't she at least take it seriously?? A little praise to soothe his savage beast is all he asks for! It's not that much...!

Although he can't deny being pleased that she's enjoying herself, even if it's at his expense. His ego will survive, despite his dignity possibly not.]

Hapless wench!

[Yes, he called her a wench. And he's half tempted to tickle her again to really make her laughter worthwhile, but he doesn't, instead pinning her head between both his arms as he slams one hand down on either side of her face, careful not to snag her hair.]

Damn right I am...! [Indignant, he's just about to launch into another tirade when she snags him by the lapels and draws him in for a much needed kiss, silencing his words and turning his breath into moans of contentment. That's... nice. It's always nice to get a kiss from her, whether it's soft and sweet or passionate.]

Hiyori... Do I really make you happy...?

[He barely whispers the words, brilliant blue eyes gazing into her pink ones.]

[ HEY, THAT'S LOW. SHE IS NOT HAPLESS!! OR A WENCH!! (that's for cowboy au!)

this time, it's passionate. maybe a bit too passionate as her teeth dig a bit into his lip for calling her hapless. and a wench!! for trying to be intimidating but kind of failing for how careful he was of her hair. she kisses him until she needs air, so she's breathing hard when he poses the question.

back when yato was concerned about being a god of happiness, back when he avoided her for a month, she recalls promising to herself that she would tell him again and again, over and over until he believed her, that he was her god of happiness.

that he made her happy. ]

You do.

[ she whispers back, smile much more soft as she reaches up to cradle his jaw and rub her thumbs across the curve of his cheek. beneath those brilliant blue eyes and the hope in them. ]

I've never been so happy than when I'm with you.

[ with it, she's also frustrated and annoyed and embarrassed and sad too, but always, always the happiest with him. ]

Sorry for laughing, Yato. I don't mean to make fun of you or anything. It's... you do make me feel good. So good. And you are sexy, as much as you are a dork. But I love that about you. Your sexiness and your dorkiness. Dorky sexy, my favorite kind of sexy. Hehe. [ covers her mouth ] Sorry. I'm done laughing.

[ not done smiling, though. ]

[SHE'S HIS HAPLESS WENCH (affectionate)!!

Passionate he can do, hell, he welcomes it after her giggle fit. Something to restore his flagging confidence, which the hot bite of her teeth in his skin does so well. He could never hurt her deliberately even in a huff, taking care of her is not only his job as husband-to-be but as her God of Happiness. Something he takes very seriously even now.

Which is why her words hold such weight and he periodically needs reassurances that he's doing a good job, because he knows he screws up often and sometimes makes her very displeased if not entirely unhappy.

It's something he's desperate to do better at.]

...'kay.

[Those two little words are enough to quell his fears, soothing his expression into one of contentment as he nuzzles against her hand, eyes lightly closing for a brief time while he simply savors her warm touch.]

That... I'm so glad to hear that, Hiyori....

[He knows he can throw her into a tizzy with his antics, upsetting her with his obliviousness, and frequently making her sad for various reasons, but as long as happiness is the pervading emotion, then the rest is fine to have now and then.]

I know. It's okay, I'm not mad at you. I know I'm hardly what you'd consider a "cool" guy most of the time, but so long as you like me for who I am, then I'm happy being whatever type of god you see me as. All I need is your love...

[Neither is he, as his lips curl up as he leans in to kiss her again, gently settling down along her body with a soft sigh of contentment.]

[ HHHHHH FINE. SHE IS HER SEXY DORKY.

having him so glad to hear it makes her doubly as determined to tell him as much as possible, too. isn't it fine if he's not "cool"? he got the girl. because he is who he is. although he has his cool moments, too. there's no denying that.

and he's sexy (sometimes). so!! ]

Mmmmm, I'm the most partial to you being my God of Happiness. But... my Sex God is pretty good, too.

[ that'll be a new running joke, sorry. it's not like he's NOT good at it and he should realize as much by how she looks after the fact. how she looks now, hair still mussed and her cheeks still flushed and her body still weak from all his hard work. she can barely lift her arms to put them around him as he settles against her. taking her thumb, she has to try and clean some of the mess left on his face as well. ]

You are cool. You have your moments. But it's when you're not trying and you just end up doing cool things, or sweet things, or sexy things... those are the best. Because they're you. The most you.

[THEY CAN BE SEXY DORKY TOGETHER.

This is why she's the one he loves. Not just because she's kind and generous enough to feed his ego, but she believes in him, utterly. She sees him for who he is, not who he pretends to be to win folks over.

And on occasion she even finds him cool and sexy! Win-win!]

Heh... That's good, since I want to be your God of Happiness most of all. Sex God can be my night job~

[He can tease too; it isn't as though he's 'no fun allowed' about it. What matters most is that she's satisfied and not left wanting; he would hate for her to think she needs to go elsewhere to be fulfilled. Nestled against her, he kisses at her thumb as it glides over his face, daring to catch it gently between his teeth briefly before letting her go again.]

In other words... I push myself to be something I'm not too much? It does seem like when I try really hard you just laugh... Or I tick you off. [Humming softly, he tilts his head to kiss her palm.] Guess that means not going overboard as often.

[ THEY ARE THAT.

hiyori rolls her eyes fondly with an affectionate smile. night job - how about getting a day job, huh? but she sees the tease for what it is.

there's no "going elsewhere" if she's ever wanting. not with a ring on her finger. she'd rather face the difficult conversation of telling yato how she feels than ever do that.

but he draws a blank in her mind when he returns the gesture of teeth scraping against a finger, like she did when he was feeding her. the reaction isn't as strong as his near-trembling but she does suck in a sharper breath and her pupils dilate.

for her to panic a bit that yato feels like she laughs when he tries hard. ]

Eh? I - I do? [ oh no. that's mean. laughing at someone when they're trying really hard?! yes, even yato. ] I mean, yes, you do but I probably... shouldn't laugh.

[ aaaaaa ]

It's just - ! I don't know. You wouldn't be you if you didn't go overboard, too...?

[THE DORKIEST NAUGHTINESS.

H-Hey, he does have a day job...! He usually does, it just changes month to month... Though he's been putting a lot of thought into trying to find a steadier job, something she can be proud of.

Maybe it's just his father's lingering words that leave him fearful of losing her in some way, be it in faith or body or heart. Though he knows he needs to believe and trust in her like he never has been able to before. He owes her that much.

As his teeth scrape over her skin and draw a sudden intake of breath from her, he smiles a bit, especially when it's enough to cause her eyes to refocus on him. He doesn't mean to make her feel bad - never that - but he's trying to be honest as well.

His efforts do tend to be over the top and laughable, but... they're always earnest and genuine.]

Sometimes... [He answers softly, still smiling, although it's a touch sadder. Kind of like how Yukine often didn't give him much praise for his efforts there for a while, until he realized his god was serious about bringing happiness to people.] I don't mind it on occasion, but... I just want you to know I mean it in everything I do for you.

[Pulling her hand away, he leans in to softly kiss her.]

I suppose not. I can be a bit dramatic at times. [Understatement of the year...]

[ it's more important to hiyori that he works somewhere that he can be proud of.

if it his father that haunts him, all the more reason to say it over and over and prove that asshole wrong. though she's feeling like quite the asshole for laughing at his efforts. sometimes, in being honest, there's a risk of making someone feel bad.

and that's alright.

he means it in everything he does for her. did he mean it... when he carved striped underwear out of snow? n - no. gods, she'd be devastated if yato laughed at her calendar idea or the scavenger hunt she set up on real valentine's day.

although late, she does kiss him back. did she laugh at him for earnest effort? also YEAH understatement of the year, drama queen god. ]

Are you... talking about how I laughed just now? How I couldn't say "You're a Sex God, Yato-sama" with a straight face?

[ she was laughing at HERSELF more than anything!! not him.

ah, hold on. ]

Y - you really wanted me to praise you about how good you are in bed... and say you were an angel and stuff... even though gods are mightier than angels?!

[Ah, that's true... He's still learning to live for himself in earnest rather than to please other people.

Even if said person is the one he loves. Because once upon a time, he loved his father, too. And the last thing he wants is for Hiyori to ever feel anything like she might be similar to him, since she's not. She supports him even if she finds amusement in his efforts. Which are, quite frankly, theatrical.

There's no harm done in her being entertained. He'd prefer that to scorn.

Bumping noses with her, he lets their lips glide over one another's, a small smile still on his face. At least he didn't cry and whine over this...?]

A little bit. I mean, I...

[Ah, yeah, she's got it. No need for him to explain. Not completely, anyway.

Feeling his cheeks heat up, he glances away with a light shrug.]

Is it strange that I wanna be both for you...? Angels are the messengers of gods, but often times they're prayed to more than gods themselves. [.....] Mostly I just wanted to know I did good.

[ ... is that true? angels are prayed to more than GODS? she had no idea. more importantly, ]

You did do good.

[ hopefully, he knows that and this is just yato being yato and wanting to be worshipped and adored in excess. he always does good. like, ESPECIALLY in the bedroom. that's something he never has to worry about.

what he does have to worry about his hiyori's shyness. it's not like she's going to tell him he has the Best Dick Ever even if

there's a far more primal and feral part of her that definitely thinks that on some level. ]

I'm sorry if I ever made you feel like you didn't do good with how hard you try, Yato. I know me and Yukine-kun sometimes couldn't take you seriously. You do try so hard at so much. I was laughing at myself, not you.

[ her fingers press to one side of his face, angling him towards her. for him, she can do it with a straight face. bonus blush, too. ]

Yato-sama, you made me see stars, not just Heaven. Everything you did was just... so good. You get better every time, like you're figuring me out better than I know myself. And you... you have no idea what you do to me. It doesn't matter how many times we've done it, I just want you more and more and more.

[ ... how's that? ]

[He knows that western ones get a lot of patronage, at least! Makes him jealous, to put it mildly.]

Hiyori...

[He had a feeling he did okay, yeah, but... there's always something nice about having your own beliefs confirmed by someone else. And as a god, he does crave that worship and praise like nobody's business. Besides, despite his apparent prowess in the sheets, he is still learning.

Hopefully she can get over her shyness and give him some feedback or pointers if he needs to change things up or improve in certain areas. That'd be better than fumbling poorly through sex.]

If it has happened on occasion, I don't blame you. It just means I haven't been doing a good enough job, in that case. [Like when he never got enough souvenirs for his dad.] I... I'm glad you weren't laughing at me, though. That would've hurt.

[He peers at said blushing face with one of his own, though he's also wearing a sheepish smile.]

A-Ah... H..Hiyori, you.... [That's-- that's more than he was expecting, as is evidenced by his sudden flustered demeanor.] Geez.... I want you too-- Every time we do something together, it's like I can't get enough of you. Like I'm hungry for you all the time. Which I am. You make me so ravenous...

[Taking up one of her hands, he gently bites at the backs of her knuckles before kissing them.]

....as long as you're satisfied with what I can offer, then that's all I need to know.

[ thing is they were, are both fumbling through it but it was never poorly. ]

No... that's not true...

[ some frustration builds up in her. there are some points where yato has fucked up, but it hasn't been because he hasn't been doing a good enough job. it's just that he makes mistakes. what the hell is this line of thinking? not doing a good enough job???

he's doing fine. he's learning. there's no expectation of him to do certain things besides what he's already doing. maybe there are expectations for him NOT TO DO certain things but let's not go over that all over again. ]

I am. I want everything you have to offer.

[ maybe she'll be repeating it until she's dead in the grave but she wants to be with him. whether rich or poor, sickness or health. ]

Even if you had nothing, I'd share what I have with you.

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