#And I have to find a fragrance for Thyjs as well - for V and J as well

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I have a fragrance for men (only have fragrances for men) That I always think Ryder would wear.

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The base is woody, sharp, packed with leather.

Powerful. Masculine.

Sophisticated.

Timeless. Classic.

Coated by mysticism.

Patchouli in the middle.

Myrrhe on top.

Spiced with cinnamon.

Sweetened with jasmine.

Refreshed by crisp citrus.

Enduring excellence.

Appeal and influence.

The name?

Aramis.

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Further thoughts beyond the cut

I can't get it out of my head ever since I had the first thought on my mind and today I felt like writing it down.

It's said to have been the first men's prestige fragrance created in the 1960s to be found in local shops (if I do not talk nonsense here). I personally think that today's fragrances do not always last long enough and most of the few I own in fact do last only a bunch of hours but Aramis lasts like forever. I bought it for research reasons on an older fic of mine a few years ago.

It's not cheap and not for everyone, as it is so strong and long lasting to your nose. You have to like it. To love the base notes and fall for the little sweetness in it. (It's made for the classic man, the more sterotype one in the 60s is a good example I believe). It's the main reason why I think it is perfect for Ryder as not everyone can stand him. It underlines his mystic appearance as well as his kinky tendencies. It tells he's masculine because it's so classy and he's gonna show his male partner where he ought to be and what position he will take. But at the same time it shows he's still sort of a classy man as he's born a royal corpo (hiding it, but it comes through) with decency (we leave beast out here) who likes modernity as well, therefore he will always seem timeless as you cannot pigeon-hole him into a certain category.

He is complex. He got sharp edges you may hurt yourself on if not careful. His character is as spicy as he is sweet. If Beast would not taken influence on him, he would be just the little sweet details this fragrance brings with, so probably be one of the sweetest men you ever got to know. But Beast brought in the rest. The sharpness, the musk, the leather. Made him powerful, masculine and mystic all along.

Besides that? Ryder loves the woody base most because it reminds him of his love for the German dark, thick and mystic Blackwood forest he played in as a small boy. He's aware that other men are affected by those base notes in a certai nway but does not use it for his advantage. He really loves the scent and in the first place he associates it with a mystic forest. Wish I could attach that scent to this post so you get it too. I can only count on your imagination or, if you're lucky, maybe a store has the fragrance to test (mine hasn't) as its more popular in the USA rather than in Europre, and its old af so likely not to find in shops.

Anyhow: I got inspired by that stuff so take this (I'll take this, overwork it better and place it into my fic yes yes): —NSFW SNIPPET—

He's hovering over Thyjs, leaning in to give him a sweet but torrid kiss at first, then his mouth wanders into the crook of his neck to stroke his soldier affectionately with his lips and spiky fangs as Thyjs takes in the heavy mystic scent of Ryder's fragrance that nebulizes his thoughts and everything around him while both regain their breaths from the workout they are currently doing. Bodies flush together. Thyjs has surrendered to Ry's irresistible scent about half an hour ago, lets him do anything he wants with him. He couldn't withstand the man's aphrodisiac-like scent anymore. He has endured the middle notes during the day already long enough once the head notes made way for them. Thyjs sensed it all: first the green fresh top notes like bergamot, gardenia and artemisia, then the heart notes started distracting him — sandalwood, vetiver and the most mystic of all: patchouli. Not too much but enough to have Thyjs start to think about different things than work. Once when only the base notes were left, because it's been settled on Ryder's skin for a while, the strong leather woody ember fragrance left eventually came through, that started to fuck with Thyjs' head as he alsways had Ryder in this godverdomme hot leather harness on mind for the rest of the day. So when they got home, eventually Thyjs gave way to his restraint and got them into getting their clothes off between stormy kisses and desperate moves to get up the stairs without having to let go from each other until they reached the bed that had been waiting for them all day. When Ry gets back to look at his man, Thyjs can feel his breath on his moisty skin, the air is filled all over with Ryder's recognizable smell. Heavy masculine musk and sandal mixed with a hint of sage reach to his nose as it mixes all together with the smell of sex streaming out of both their already gleamy and sweaty skin. And when he steals another smack from his mouth de Wit still tastes light notes of hop and malt from the beer Ryder's had previously alongside the taste of menthol cigarettes that's left as finish. Ryder speeds up again, thrusts into Thyjs with a faster pace and certain anticipation and all de Wit is allowed to think is how good he smells, because the strong scent still overweighs the odor of their love making. Ryder's name rolls from his lips while both of them are continuously climbing to the top — fast, slow, fast, back and forth they go. All Thyjs is able to do is moan and watch as Ryder works them both out, smells his essence all over the place, no matter if he's close or far. It’s behind his ears, in the crook of his neck, on the insides of his elbow — everywhere and it makes Thyjs feel like he's an addict because he cannot get enough of it. Their mating gets raw — up to a certain point that all is reduced to almost animalic behavior as Beast pushes Ryder to go this way. Scharfenberg desperately hunts after his own high now while he's riding Thyjs' to the top, edges him until he allows him to release himself into the wild and watches Thy reach total bliss. Eventually Ryder transcends over his own cliff as well and comes with a last groan on his lips, letting himself fall onto the soldier beneath him in utter exhaustion and under heavy breaths. Thyjs' heartbeat eases down first and he lets his head fall back into the sheets, still totally punch-drunk from Ryder's cologne that has been surrounding him all day which resulted now to the sticky mess he finds himself in. He’s overly exhausted but manages to give his lover a kiss to the forehead and waits until Ry would rise and move to the side so they could lie in each other's arms, mumbling sweet nothings until they would fall asleep. Amen.