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 Posted: Sun Dec 27, 2020 11:59 am
"What do you think there's more room for?" He asked with teasing grin. Honestly, the chances of Nyko completely misinterpreting the situation due to his own mental haze were high, but he was nothing if not committed. And it wasn't as if Yunan was sending him mixed signals...
Like a lost stray, the musician got to his feet and followed after Yunan. In the din of the midnight moon the hybrid's skin was practically glowing and his eyes resembled molten starlight. The exhilaration he felt was the same as when he'd first taken the stage; something that was all together consuming and made him hungry for more.
He brushed past Yunan, touching just enough to made the arm on his arm stand on end, before sauntering past him towards the amphitheater. In all actuality having one of the biggest voices in Belrea in such a compromising situation at a location specifically built to carry sound was a terrible idea. And yet, Nyko cocked his chin and motioned Yunan on, impatience getting the better of him.
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Posted: Sun Dec 27, 2020 2:19 pm
"Singing? Playing? Whatever the imagination can conjure?" Replied Yunan with a small grin of his own. Whatever game they were playing the hybrid was fully dedicated and it was hard enough to think about anything safe in this particular moment. It was already dark, the stars rising above them, and he doubted many came out this far for no reason. Or rather he supposed the more that he thought about it, especially whenever Nyko brushed past, there were some reasons that he could imagine for a pair to venture off into the darkness of the amphitheater on a night such as this. His clothing was becoming unbearably stifling, his fingers working to unlace the top of his silk tunic as he followed the bard down away from the stands and towards the back of the stage. If Nyko wanted to give him a personal show then a personal show Yunan would enjoy. If they needed some silence well then Yunan's lips could serve as a good silencer to that mouth which beckoned to him so.
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Posted: Sun Dec 27, 2020 2:47 pm
[9/10]
Nyko crossed his arms over his chest, grasped the bottom edges of his tunic and pulled it up over his head. Unlike his partner the musician's current wardrobe wasn't nearly so intricate and once exposed to the night air the matorian shivered. The tattoo that covered the lower half of his left arm was completely exposed, as were his scars, but he wasn't worried about any of that.
"I'm not the only one whose going to sing tonight." If he had his way Yunan's voice would shatter before the end of the night. It was all Nyko could do to stay standing as he shucked first one boot, then the other. For a moment he honestly though about keeping them on just for warmth, but everything that was being promised to him would keep him plenty warm enough.
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Posted: Sun Dec 27, 2020 3:05 pm
"Oh we will see about that indeed." Replied Yunan quietly as he took the opportunity to press the other man up against the wall where they were covered by the shadows of the night. A daring expression crossed his fine features as he traced a finger slowly down Nyko's face as if to memorize ever detail. This was his prize and he would make certain to obtain that contract. "I will speak with Gilly soon." He spoke confidently, perhaps bolstered by the alcohol or simply from his own pride, but Yunan meant his words and his actions as he captured the Nyko's lips for another kiss.
Soon enough he wouldn't be worried about the cold even when his own clothing fell to the ground, his lean body almost shimmering in the moonlight as all of the muscles and sharper edges from his training showed in those icier skin tones marking him as both Zenan and Matori. Sober Yunan could deal with the consequences in the morning but for now he just wanted to enjoy everything that he could while they were here alone with only the waning moon as their witness.
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Posted: Sun Dec 27, 2020 3:20 pm
The last thing Nyko cared about in that moment was Gilly. For a split second the lightning woman's face filtered through his mind, but it was easily replaced by the rigid sensation of a cold wall pressing against his scars. Nyko arched his back on a sharp gasp, and before he lowered himself back he raised one leg to hook it around Yunan's waist, pulling the other man back with him.
He turned his head just enough to lavish Yunan's finger with his tongue before they were kissing. Regret and 'what ifs' were questions for future Nyko; the man currently trapped in the present couldn't get enough. His greed was boundless and was on full display in the eagerness he showed for Yunan's affections. Whatever came of the moment he could deal with later, but for a long while Nyko wouldn't have to worry about anything.
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