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[devoraqs]

“Tell Me I’m A Good Boy” 🍋

@the-midsummer-masquerade day two

Prompts: Collars, lingerie

Pairing: Jinacha @the-iron-orchid

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Midsummer Masquerade, Day 5: Temperature Play (Alexander x Jinana)

"Lovely of them to provide plenty of ice and play-safe candles... but we don’t really need those, do we?”

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(Alexander belongs to @devoraqs and appears with permission!)

Warnings: magic-fingers cold play, nipple play, alcohol, hint o’ bush, Sacha’s very prominent and shiny codpiece 😆

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The Experiment 🍋

Pairing: Jinacha (Jinana x Alexander) Word Count: ~1375 Content Warnings: PWP, nipple play (lots of it), marking Summary: In which Jinana and a scientist run an experiment

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Jinana’s eyes roved over the exposed flesh of Alexander’s chest, his bare pectorals framed artfully by the carefully tailored shirt he had selected. Technically, he was still fully clothed, but the dark blue satin lined with silver embroidery parted at the top of his rib cage and snaked round under his pecs, up over his shoulders, and rejoined at the hollow of his throat leaving the majority of the skin bare. The marks that Jinana had left before were still just visible, though before long they’d be joined by fresh ones. His trousers and small clothes were pushed down around his hips, and while Jinana had no intention of touching him just yet, s/he had a perfect view of the effects hir administrations would cause. All part of the experiment, after all. 

His arms were bound simply behind his back with matching leather cuffs; this had the dual purpose of making sure Alexander kept his hands to himself while Jinana put their hypotheses into practice, and pulling his shoulders back just enough that his chest was pushed out. 

“Those are new,” Jinana remarked, when s/he took in the piercings Alexander had put in his nipples. The usual plain gold bar had been replaced by silver rings with a short chain hanging off them, rounded off with a half moon charm that had a small hinge on it.

Alexander nodded, letting the corner of his mouth twist into a wry grin,

“The half moons are more than decorative,”

“I see,” Jinana replied, pleased, “I’m sure I’ll make good use of them, then.”

S/he flicked hir eyes to the small array of instruments and toys laid out on the table beside them. He wondered if they’d even get around to using them, if he’d need even more stimulation. Part of the beauty of the experiment, he supposed. The excitement of the mere concept made a pleasant rush buzz through him.

 Jinana reached out and ran hir thumb over Alexander’s bottom lip, and Alexander’s eyes lidded slightly, breath catching in anticipation as he met hir gaze,

“Your eyes stay on me,” s/he said, quietly but firmly, and then s/he began.

With one hand s/he travelled across the expanse of skin before hir, fingers carding through the fine red hair. S/he felt rather than heard the soft puff of air as Alexander sighed at the touch, his eyelids flickering ever so slightly. A good start, a promising one, but no results as of yet. A stroke of fingers around the stars of the Aquarius over his heart, circling the neat lines that connected the small white diamonds of stars together, then down to just brush over Alexander’s left nipple and the chain that hung from it. 

The touch, light as it was, sent a tingle down Alexander’s spine. Jinana circled the rosy skin as it peaked beneath hir fingertips, and this rendered a small sound from the back of Alexander’s throat. A light, almost delicate flush began to spot his cheekbones, and though his eyelids fluttered and grew heavy, they stayed trained on Jinana even as s/he took in every detail of his body as it shifted under hir ministrations. Experimentally, s/he closed hir thumb and forefinger around the peaked bud and pinched, not too firmly yet, just enough for Alexander to feel the light pressure. The result was instantaneous: Alexander keened into the touch and his cock jumped. Jinana smiled,

“Well, Laal, it seems that our hypothesis shows promise after all.”

“A strong start to the proceedings,” Alexander replied, voice slightly tight where his breathing was becoming laboured, “though at the moment results would be inconclusive.”

Jinana pinched again, harder this time, and Alexander let out a small yelp followed by a longer moan when s/he began to roll hir fingers slowly, deliciously agonisingly slowly. The rosy spots on his cheeks blossomed out across his face and licked down his neck under the deep blue fabric of his shirt, emerging to creep across his chest. He felt heat wash over his skin, beating across him with every thump of his slowly accelerating pulse, and pooling and tightening in his core. 

He saw Jinana’s gaze fix on the pulse point in his neck and s/he leaned down to suck at it, tasting the thrum of his heartbeat under hir tongue, but as soon as Alexander let his eyes roll back into his head and savour the feeling, s/he leant back again. After all, that was not part of their experiment as it was, but instead posed a query for the future: if this proved to be a success, then what else could Jinana test on him? 

And judging by the way Alexander’s cock was already more than half-hard before Jinana had even given the rest of his chest much attention, this experiment was certainly on track to success, though neither Jinana nor Alexander were keen to reach any firm conclusions just yet. As it happened, the pair of them when discussing the experiment decided unanimously to draw out the process as long as possible, and by now Jinana had come to know what on Alexander’s body would cause catalysis and so s/he knew how best to control the rate of reaction.

Jinana continued to roll the nipple between hir fingers, varying the pressure as s/he did. Alexander’s eyelids fluttered blissfully, though as soon as they closed Jinana released him entirely and stepped back. Alexander, batting his eyes open wide, made a soft noise of protest at the loss of contact. Jinana raised an eyebrow,

“Now, now. I did say to keep your eyes on me, did I not?”

“You did,” Alexander’s voice was rasping at the edges, “I’ll be good, I promise.”

Jinana hummed, reaching out and tucking a loose strand of Alexander’s hair back behind his ear,

“And I know you can be. You want to continue?”

A wordless affirmation, and Alexander shifted his position a little to make sure Jinana still had both a good view and enough room to work. 

Jinana bent and kissed the hot skin of Alexander’s forehead before sliding hir hand down and across his chest once more. Alexander’s eyes, the pupils blown with desire, traced hir every move. An experimental gentle flick here, a more forceful raking of nails there, and Alexander was squirming and writhing under hir touch as every bit of contact sent electric tingles straight to his spine. This juxtaposed quite wonderfully with the ache in his now stiff cock, and while he wasn’t quite pushed to his peak yet (Jinana seemed to be meticulously making sure of that), release was visible yet hanging tantalisingly out of reach. 

Really, he thought, they could probably call the experiment a success already. Their theory, that Jinana would be able to get Alexander off and make him come just by touching his chest, was as good as proven at this point.Jinana almost certainly thought the same, but that by no means meant stopping. Not when Alexander felt pleasure pulsing through him, and Jinana took in every detail of his face, his trembling body with an approving, satisfied smile. S/he praised him each time a moan or hiss escaped his lips, and reprimanded whenever his eyes strayed from what s/he was doing. Some of the toys were trialled; a dainty feather proved to be ticklish rather than titillating, some spare ice that they’d collected for aftercare made Alexander shiver pleasantly. 

Jinana let hir fingers play with one of the soft chains and pendant dangling from Alexander’s piercing, humming in thought,

“These half moons, you said they’re more than decorative?”

“Aye,” the monosyllable was just about all Alexander could manage, “I see,” Jinana replied, toying with the silver pendant, “how do they work?”

S/he twisted the chain slightly, and a garbled moan tumbled from Alexander’s lips before he could any coherent words out,

“The catch at the back… they open.”

Jinana made a noise of pleasant surprise, and deftly flicked the tiny catch open. The half moon opened out into a perfect circle, with the catch twisting into what looked like it could be a tightening mechanism,

“Now, that’s quite clever,” Jinana said, raising hir eyebrows,

Alexander, flustered as he was, managed a small grin,

“One of my better designs, I think.”

“Let’s put them to the test, then.”

They fit perfectly around the piercings, and Alexander keened into Jinana’s fingers as s/he slipped the rings onto each nipple and began to experiment with the tightening key. A string of curses slipped from his lips in succession, dissolving into a moan. 

“You do make the loveliest sounds, Laal,” s/he remarked softly. S/he was so close to him now that the utterance was a scattered breath against skin as red as his hair, as red as the ruby that s/he’d named him after, and he shuddered. Another tweak, and another sound was drawn from Alexander’s mouth. Almost as a reward, Jinana pressed hir lips to one of his pectorals in a languid kiss, but then nipped sharply with hir teeth and sucked. S/he repeated this again, and again, and again, leaving three darkening pink rosettes scattered across his chest. Alexander felt his head almost begin to spin. 

Jiana occupied hirself with the twisting and tightening mechanism for a while; s/he alternated hands, tweaking with one on one side, and stroking feather-light circles around the pinched skin on the other side with hir other hand. S/he had found an effective balance, easing off when the pressure became too much, and soothing while still being sure that hir touch was working Alexander into a frenzy. His throat bobbed as he swallowed dryly, keeping himself focused became more difficult by the second. It took all the resolve and determination he could still muster to concentrate, even as he felt like his skin was set alight and he wanted nothing more to close his eyes and let the flame wash over him. (Luckily, he noted in he small part of his brain capable of logic, there were no lit candles in the room at present, lest his control slip and an unexpected bolt of magic would result in some singed wallpaper.)

But concentrate he did, breathing deeply and heavily, his pulse thudding under Jinana’s fingertips. He was certain s/he could feel it, could see how good he was being, and the little noises of approval s/he was making in the back of hir throat confirmed it. 

Another kiss, another bite, another reddening rose of teeth marks and flushed skin. Alexander swore, shuddering from head to toe. He was just now becoming aware of a twinge in his knees and legs from his position, and in his shoulders where his bound arms held them back. The taut muscles shook slightly. Jinana paused ever so briefly, “Do you want to stop?”

Alexander shook his head,

“Keep going. Please, keep going.”

He offered her as wry a smile as he could, which s/he returned,

“Ever a diligent scientist, Alexander. Determined to see this experiment through to the end?”

“Aye,” he breathed, “I -ah, fuck,- I believe we may… may be close to a breakthrough now.”

Alexander almost felt Jinana’s eyes trace down his body to his straining prick, and s/he hummed in agreement. Alexander half hoped s/he’d take pity on him, but that wasn’t a factor in their experiment and Jinana was right, he was determined to see this through. It wasn’t such a matter of ‘if’ anymore, definitely a matter of ‘when’, but the ‘when’ in question seemed both far away and blisteringly close. 

Jinana loosened the half moon clamps, letting them fall back to dangling. S/he kissed around the sensitive skin, laying hir palm flat over the aquarius tattoo. Hir eyes slid briefly over to the table, gauging whether to try another toy, but ultimately decided against it. Alexander was glad for it, the frisson of skin on skin, lips and teeth and tongue, was by far the best. 

His breaths were rendered shallow now, and ragged. His pulse thundered in his ears, and an incoherent sound passed his lips.

“There, Laal,” he heard Jinana almost whisper, hir breath cool, “come for me. There’s a good boy.”

Barely four gasps of air, and he was pushed blissfully over the edge. That pleasant tingle of fire finally engulfed him, his head fell back onto his shoulders, a groan of something that may have been words, may have been a curse, may have been Jinana’s name, or may just have been an expression of pure delight spilled from his throat. 

It took a second for him to come back to himself and try to wrangle his breathing back under control, Jinana was also breathing heavily but smiled, pleased. The haze of orgasm gone, he could feel the soreness in his joints, on his nipples from the clamps, and where the skin had been scratched. The satin of his shirt was clinging to him and darkened with sweat, and would certainly have to be cleaned thoroughly. Nevertheless, boneless and sated, he sagged contentedly back onto his heels. Jinana waved hir finger and the leather cuffs sprang open, freeing his wrists. He lumbered to his feet, flexing his wrists and rolling his shoulders. Jinana reached up and undid the button at his throat, and peeled the shirt off of him.

They sat down on the plush settee that had been pushed against the wall, Jinana applying ice and a salve, and they finally relaxed into the soft cushions (and into each other). There were several minutes of comfortable silence while they cleaned each other up, caught their breath, and tended to the reddened, tender skin on Alexander’s chest. Then,

“Results conclusive?” asked Alexander,

Jinana laughed, “Exceedingly. Although, I’ll admit to this one fault in our proceedings.”

“Oh?”

“Meticulous as we were with method, I notice neither of us were keeping time.”

Alexander raised his eyebrows in mock shock, “Ah, a fault indeed. Well, this can only mean one thing. For the sake of validity of results, I’d suggest a repeat in the future. What say you?”

Jinana kissed his temple, “An excellent proposition, Dr MacRionnag.”

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Jinana holds up the injured hand for his inspection, the movement causing a last few butterflies to take flight. “It doesn’t happen every time I get hurt.” S/he has hir suspicions about why it happened now.

“But when it does... well, to be honest, it’s very embarrassing.” S/he lowers hir eyes.

Alexander encounters the weird side of Jinana’s innate magic: a scratch spawns a small swarm of illusory crimson butterflies.

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A helpful shitpost shipping chart for those who are new here, or just confused by the sheer volume of bullshit coming from me, @vissentasenadz and @devoraqs 😂

Vissacha (Vissenta x Alexander): THEM. The OG Cruiseliner Ship. Spawner of a Thousand AUs.

Visachra (Vissenta x Alexander x Asra): Never meme about ships, it will destroy ur life

Jinacha (Jinana x Alexander): The Little Tugboat That Could. We workin on it lmao

Jinilyacha? (Jinana x Alexander x Julian, aka Sacha Sandwich): Entirely theoretical, but also? Destroy That Man. Julian ‘Fruit On The Bottom’ Devorak strikes again

Jissana (Jinana x Vissenta): Top on Top Brainrot got us actin Unwise

Jissacha (Jinana x Vissenta x Alexander, aka Alchemy and Chill): Never Meme About Ships, Part Deux. Theoretical, but we feel the Power of Satan inside of us 😈😈😈

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B3 for Alexander and Jinana?

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Don't stop now Don't try to hide it how You want to kiss the nerd

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Alexander sets a small box in front of Jinana, tied neatly with gold twine. He gestures for hir to open it. Inside is a little brass and silver creature, on spindly yet strong legs articulated with hinges and cogs. A spider, around the size of Alexander’s palm. Its body is patterned with swirls and details, like lace woven into the metal itself, and the surface seems to shimmer.

“I designed it and did some spell work, Nadia helped me put it together,” he explains softly, “and…”

He lightly brushes a stripe down the bronze abdomen, and the spider shivers, the metal of the hinges glowing a slight blue. Then, the hinges and cogs spring to life and the spider crawls across the table, a little clumsily, but somewhat endearingly so.

Then, when it stops after Alexander strokes a stripe in the reverse direction, he traces a star shape and the abdomen and cephalothorax pop open,

“A jewellery box,” he says, “I hoped it might come in useful.”

He turns to face hir, a smile wrinkling the corners of his eyes,

“Happy birthday, Jinana.”

Jinana watches raptly as the automaton makes its way across the table on jointed legs, clicking lightly across the polished stone surface. "Oh my god, it's so cute!"

Hir eyes widen as Alexander displays the secondary function, revealing the little velvet-lined space inside.

"Right now I just leave all my rings in a pile on the chest next to my bed," s/he confesses, laughing. "This will be so much better! It's just perfect." S/he leans in to place a brief kiss on his cheek, before murmuring, for his hearing alone: "Thank you, Laal."

[the-iron-orchid]

Perception and Control

Pairing: Jinacha (Alexander belongs to @devoraqs​ and appears with permission!)

Summary: Alexander demonstrates a certain magical skill of his for Jinana; s/he is only too happy to make use of it. (~1430 words)

Warnings: D/s dynamic, bondage, biting, marking, nipple play, cock bondage, handjob, edging.

🍋🔞 MINORS DNI!

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The role of Dominant is second nature to Jinana, perhaps even first. Invoked, its confidence overrides everything else - insecurity, awkwardness, apprehension - as it must. The familiarity of the role is as comfortable as a garment, protecting like armor.

Even the ridiculous, hot-faced crush s/he seems to have so embarrassingly acquired must yield, when its object has placed himself under hir command… as he has now.

Alexander kneels before hir on the bed, as is only correct. He is bound in the cords his own magic has caused to knot about his upper body, restraining him quite effectively. It is a fascinating display; Jinana circles slowly, slipping hir fingers under the knots here and there, testing.

“Very good,” s/he purrs, admiring. “I’m not sure I could have done better myself.”

Though his face is as set in its angles as ever, the praise causes Alexander’s flush to visibly deepen under his pale skin. His eyes, somewhat dilated, follow hir as best they can.

(Surely this must dissolve the tension between them. Brought into the open, these things lose their power, become ordinary. A friendship can survive a detour into the physical; it is the tension unrelieved that is a threat.)

He is forbidden to touch hir of his own - not that he can, with his arms bound behind his back. S/he corrects his posture with light touches of hir fingertips. “Chin lifted, back arched, chest out - that’s what I want to see. Lovely.” S/he graces him with a smile, then gently combs back his quantity of scarlet hair with hir fingers, letting it flow over one shoulder. S/he presses a brief kiss to the other, ending with a playful bite, measuring his reaction. He sucks in his breath a little, his back briefly stiffening.

“I think I will call you Laal,” s/he murmurs into his ear, “for your hair. It means the color of a ruby.” It also sounds like a term of endearment for little ones, and this duality pleases hir.

There really is something special about the first time with a new partner; even if one otherwise knows them well, the context is novel. There is a sense of discovery, the sheer pleasure of exploration. He has presented himself to hir like an offering, tied up with a bow; what might s/he not do? 

Very little, it turns out. This is by his own choice, given by his own word.

The tattoo that sprawls across his back is new to hir, partially obscured by the cords; s/he makes a mental note of a configuration that might frame it aesthetically for hir view, or that of others. “Now, Laal… how shall I mark you? You like to wear your shirts open, but I wonder - will you conceal these marks, or show them?” Jinana laughs lightly, reaching around and under his chin to tip his head back.

S/he brushes hir lips over the side of his throat, feeling the strength and speed of the pulse beneath the skin. His body tenses briefly against hirs as s/he delivers another sharp little bite, his ribcage expanding with his intake of breath. Jinana creates a leisurely trail of these kisses and bites, bringing hir hands down over his shoulders, his back, and around his sides. S/he absorbs hirself in the sensation of his skin, the fluid architecture of the muscles beneath. Alighting upon his chest, hir hands learn the texture of the hairs that grow there, feel the slightly-raised lines of the constellation tattooed over his breast.

Hir nails drag lightly over that skin, down his flinching belly and over his narrow hips. They travel down his upper thighs, the muscles there quivering ever so slightly. S/he skims back up his inner thighs, near to where his cock is steadily rising - but not touching him there, not yet. Goosebumps arise in the wake of hir touch, the fine red hairs of his thighs standing up.

Moving back up his body with hir hennaed fingertips, s/he encounters the little twin hardnesses of his nipples, and the golden jewelry that pierces them. Jinana knows that they will be exquisitely sensitive, and so it is with a delicate touch that s/he begins to toy with them.

Alexander whispers something under his breath, in a language s/he does not know. The tension of his body is hir guide, his breathing, the sounds he begins to make as s/he increases the sensation. (Idly, s/he wonders if s/he could make him climax through this alone… another time, maybe.) S/he takes hir time with it, until his back is arching against his bonds, his hips moving of their own accord. Only then does s/he comes round to face him again.

Hir role well established, there is now no hesitancy at all, no embarrassment. It is only natural for him to be bound before hir, entirely nude but for the cords, roused to full.

“Now,” s/he says, “let’s add a little something, shall we?” S/he takes up another length of cord, wrapping and knotting it deftly from the base of his shaft to just below the head, where another ring of gleaming golden jewelry crowns him. This bondage is more decorative than anything else, only somewhat restricting. Still, it does add its own sensation, and by the time s/he completes it, he is trembling, just a little.

S/he smiles, rising up to hir knees so that s/he can tip his chin with hir fingers, bestowing another languorous kiss. His mouth moves under hirs with a sort of muffled desperation, the only way he can touch hir. Jinana reaches down to tug lightly at the cording around his cock, and he moans against hir lips.

This is what s/he truly enjoys - the dance of perception and control, punctuated with sharp bites and bruising kisses along his throat, his collarbone, his chest. It will be rather daring of him to wear his shirts open for a few days after this.

S/he must be conservative with how far s/he pushes him, how close to the edge; s/he does not know his body well enough to take him to the very precipice without letting him fall over it. (Not yet.) Still, some tells are universal - the flush spreading over his chest and neck, the harshness of his breathing, the way he squirms in his bonds. Hir attentions wander elsewhere on his body each time the wave threatens to crest, drawing back to lightly dragging hir nails over his skin, soothing with kisses.

And then it begins anew, the building of tension to a fever pitch. S/he can’t understand half of what he says now, but it hardly matters; it is merely an outlet. His body itself tells hir what s/he needs to know.

S/he tangles one of hir hands into the thickness of his hair, bending to tease at his pink nipples with the tip of hir tongue. “Come for me,” s/he says, against his sweat-damp skin, then redoubles what s/he is doing, moving hir other hand more quickly .

Amidst the incoherent sounds and unknown words, there is a perfectly clear “Ahhhhhhhhh fuck” as Alexander’s hips begin to buck, shudders wracking his frame as the orgasm finally takes him. Jinana attends him throughout, gentle tweaks of the bonds around his cock and flicks of the very tip of hir tongue to his nipples wringing every last shiver of pleasure from him, until he ceases to groan and to strain against the cording.

Jinana kisses hir way back to his lips as he begins to calm, murmuring soothing words. A magically-charged snap of hir fingers loosens the cords, falling around him. Hir summoned helping hand takes them away, and s/he eases him down to the bed to recover, stretching out his long limbs, massaging them gently. There are a few reddened marks where he strained especially hard against the cording, but nothing that won’t clear overnight.

The other marks will, of course, take more time.

“What about you?” Alexander asks, when he is capable of speech. His brows draw together as he looks up at hir, heavy-lidded in a post-orgasmic haze.

Jinana smiles, pushing a strand of hair from his face. “Don’t concern yourself. Trust me, I am satisfied.” S/he is, in fact, still entirely clothed. But the first time - even the first several times - s/he is unconcerned with hir own physical pleasure.

The pleasure of learning, of knowing another, is greater.

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We Can Touch the Stars Tonight

Synopsis: Jinana and Alexander examine a few things about their friends-with-benefits relationship, leading to a somewhat different sort of encounter for them, with a startling result. (~3k words)

Notes: Alexander belongs to @devoraqs and appears with permission!

Warnings: Some discussion of D/s dynamic and bondage. Vanilla😱, oral, PiV, biting, marking, General Feels don't look at me lmao

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Jinana leans against the railing of the rooftop garden of the Scarab and Lotus, looking out over the lights of the nighttime city. S/he tugs hir shawl more closely about hir shoulders, though the breeze is warm.

“I feel like things have been different between us, since we started having our… sessions,” s/he says.

Alexander does not respond, though this is not dismaying by itself. More concerning to hir is the way he holds himself, as if he is bracing for something.

“Please don’t get me wrong… I've been enjoying myself a great deal. I hope you have, too.”  S/he smiles briefly, hoping to set him more at ease. Alexander merely watches hir, the lines between his brows deepening.

Get to the point, s/he urges hirself. Do not chatter to fill his silence.

S/he does not think it was a mistake, taking up with him in this manner. Jinana is not a creature of regrets. It is entirely reasonable to act upon a tension, in order to alleviate it.

It’s only that it seems that some other tension has grown between them in its place, less explicable… and less readily dismissed.

“I suppose I feel like… there is something else, something you’re not saying. Maybe something you can’t say. And I want you to know… It’s all right if what we’ve been doing just isn’t what you want from me.” A low ache is spreading itself through hir chest, but hir gaze on him is level and sure. “Your friendship is far more important to me. I don’t want to lose that.”

Silence again hangs between them for a time, each wordless second tightening hir throat more, firmly ignored. More is at stake here than hir own feelings.

When Alexander finally speaks, his voice is rough-edged, uncertain. “Do you want to stop?”

Jinana blinks; this is not the response s/he expected. “...no? But I would never want you to feel… obligated, out of fear of hurting my feelings. I do want you to feel free to speak your mind.”

He seems to consider, silent again for a time. Then, “For all the things we’ve done…you’ve hardly let me touch you at all. I never get to do, well, much of anything in return.” His frown deepens, just a little. “Is it that you don’t want me to?”

Taking his meaning, s/he gives a weak chuckle. “It isn’t that, I just… I have to be careful.”

Alexander’s expression does not change. “Do you think I would hurt you?” The question isn’t even accusatory, so much as genuinely wondering. A pang of conscience wrings through hir, nearly painful in itself. Jinana goes to him, taking his hand into both of hir own.

“Oh, Laal, it’s nothing against you! It’s just… a habit, I guess. To keep control, because other things can happen, besides.”

“Other things?” he repeats.

“Magical things. It’s nothing harmful, really, but…you know how I feel about having my magic manifest like that.”

He looks down at their hands, then back up at hir. “Aye, I do. But I’ve seen those kinds of things happen before. Do you really think it would trouble me?”

“I… suppose not.” Jinana lowers hir eyes. 

For a moment, neither of them says anything, then s/he heaves a great sigh, blowing the wisps of hair off of her forehead. “I’ve been doing this all wrong, haven’t I?” 

Alexander gives a curious tilt of his head. “How so?”

“I’ve been treating you like… well, like a submissive. But that isn’t the whole story, is it?”

“It’s… not my only interest. But you made it clear that you don’t switch.”

S/he shakes hir head. “I was taught that I can never afford to lose my control. I can’t possibly lay that down.”

“Does that mean that your partners can never please you? Do you never just… well, enjoy yourself, without worrying about who’s on top?”

Jinana feels hir eyes widen. “No, no, I do… sometimes. I can’t give you the kind of submission you’ve given to me, but… of course you would want to do more than just let me tie you up.” S/he chuckles, then sobers. “Like I said… I fell into habit. A bad habit, meant to keep my distance. But you are my friend, someone I care about.” S/he looks down at his hand, rather large in hirs. “Someone I’m already close to.”

S/he lifts his hand to hir lips, pressing a kiss to the backs of the fingers. “What I’m trying to say is, I’m sorry if all of this made you feel… unwanted. I promise you, that is not the case.” S/he smiles, and this time his expression softens in return.

“I should have said something,” he offers. “But I… wasn’t sure how to approach it. I’m not the best at communication, you may have noticed.”

S/he gives a wry little smile. “To be fair, I suppose I don’t leave much room for conversation, do I? If I’ve done things right, anyway.”

They both laugh, though color rises in his cheeks, remembering. “Well then, I’m saying something now.” Alexander curls his hand in hir grip. “Next time… will you let me please you a little?”

S/he pretends to consider, one finger tapping hir chin. “Oh, I think that can be arranged.” S/he arches a brow at him. “When do you want the next time to be?”

He gives hir a certain look from under his dark-red lashes. “Your bedroom is just downstairs, isn’t it?”

Jinana gives a delighted laugh. “Cheeky.” S/he allows hirself to be pulled closer, standing just between his knees as he looks up at hir. It only takes a small movement of hir head to bring hir lips to his, feeling him respond in kind - it seems that the thought of having freer rein has kindled his interest, as s/he must admit it has for hir.

When they finally break for air, Jinana slips hir hand up the back of his neck, releasing his hair from its tie, a signal. Alexander shakes it out around his shoulders, a response. He does not resist at all when s/he draws him to his feet, leading him down the stairs and into the living space above the shop, to hir own room.

He has been here before, of course, but he looks around as if seeing it for the first time - the shelves with their many curios, the rows of journals, the strands of tiny magical lights like stars. The curtains are made up of layers of sheer silks and cutwork; the lone chair is piled with colorful silk lehenga and dupatta. It smells of incense and precious resins, and Jinana’s own salves and pomades.

They have always been intent on some singular goal here; it feels a little strange to just be. For a brief moment, without the dynamic to guide hir, Jinana’s confidence falters. S/he sees this mirrored for an equally brief instant on Alexander’s face, and then they both move to kiss again, Jinana’s hands tugging his billowing shirt from the waistband of his pants.

He pulls back, laughing, and s/he pauses. “What’s so funny?” s/he asks, and he shakes his head.

“It’s just… I realized that I’ve never even seen you completely naked, have I?” He quirks a brow. “You really do have me at a disadvantage, here.”

“Oh?” Jinana laughs. “Here, then… it’s only fair.” S/he steps back and extends one hand, giving a sharp snap of hir fingers - and all of hir clothing falls into a sudden pool of fabric at hir feet, even the ties holding back hir hair. S/he steps lightly out of the pile, assuming a languid pose. “Well?” s/he teases, still laughing. “Do I meet with approval?”

For an answer, he steps forward to hir even as s/he rises onto hir tiptoes, meeting like a point of ignition. One of his arms pulls hir closer while the other fumbles the hem of his shirt the rest of the way out, neither of them willing to break their kiss. Jinana slides hir hands over his waist, his back, wrapping hir legs around him as Alexander lifts hir up, moving purposefully to the bed.

“Very cheeky,” s/he says against his mouth, nipping his lower lip. 

He sets hir down upon the multicolored quilt that tops hir bed, and s/he reaches out to help divest him of the rest of his clothing before taking his hand and urging him onto the bed with hir.

It’s so very tempting to take control, to restrain him with words as s/he has with cords or magic. But Jinana sinks back among the pillows, trailing one hand in an idle caress over his flank as he settles next to hir, coming together in another urgent kiss. His hands move over hir body and his mouth follows, hir fingers threading through his curls.

S/he knows what he wants: the pleasure of discovery, of finding out another, of feeling them react. S/he so often takes the role of provoker during sex, an observer, detached. Surely there’s no harm in relaxing a little, in letting him have this.

Gentle fingertips trace over the curve of hir breast, finding one of hir nipples. A bright little bolt of pleasure comes to life in hir, and s/he sucks in hir breath.

“Sensitive,” he says. Of course, he knows what that’s like.

After all of the ways s/he has taken him to his limits in the bedroom, s/he wonders if he is surprised, or perhaps even disappointed, to find that s/he hirself requires a fairly delicate touch.

But Jinana ceases to think about such things as Alexander replaces the fingertips with his lips, the soft sliding sensation of his tongue. There is no reason to withhold, and every reason to communicate. His fingers occupy the other nipple, twinning the sweet, sore pleasure until s/he cannot help but to respond, hir hips starting to move slowly against the bed.

All the same, s/he cannot yield hir control entirely. Hir grip on his hair guides him - when to back off a little, when it all threatens to become ticklish rather than pleasurable, when to return. Presently, his hand wanders down hir body, over hir hip, pausing there with a light squeeze - a silent question.

S/he answers him by relaxing, parting hir thighs for him. The hand continues, seeking between, finding in a light caress. He doesn’t try to push into hir, only exploring with a gentle touch, no doubt feeling the wetness already there.

He begins to move down hir chest and belly in a trail of kisses - s/he can feel the light grazing of his teeth, here and there, perhaps the urge to bite - but he does not. In turn, s/he does not attempt to prevent him as he parts hir thighs further, resting between them, his goal clear.

He looks up at hir as an idea seems to strike him, and he takes hold of hir hips, pulling hir along with him as he slips off the bed, until s/he is perched at its edge. Still watching hir, he resumes his journey, kneeling down on the little plush rug so that he can kiss his way along the inside of one thigh. Occasionally, he takes the skin between his teeth, but only lightly, leaving no marks.

Jinana realizes that he has chosen this position not only to give himself more access, but to make hir feel more secure… more in control, as he kneels before hir. He lifts hir legs to rest on his shoulders, one at a time, and s/he braces hirself with hir arms. S/he tips hir head back, letting the languorous waves of sensation wash over hir, giving soft voice to it, to let him know that s/he is enjoying hirself. He knows what he’s about, making little sounds of his own in response, until Jinana’s legs are trembling with it, hir breathing light and quick. It would be easy to let it crash over hir, to let go… 

“Mmm, wait.” Alexander pauses in what he’s doing as s/he speaks, looking up at hir quizzically. S/he smiles in reassurance, beginning to ease hir legs back to the bed. “Come back up here. I want to feel you inside me.”

His eyes go wide, and he obeys, perhaps not graceful in his haste, but that hardly matters. It may be reckless of hir, but s/he finds that s/he does want this - not simply the pleasure of the act, but the closeness of it. S/he pushes him back a little, so that he is seated up against the cushions, and climbs easily into his lap, hir legs to either side of him, poised just above his waiting cock.

This isn’t something s/he does often; for the moment, s/he must take control. Alexander closes his eyes briefly as s/he begins to guide him into hirself, slick from his attentions, hir own excitement, and his. Even so, s/he must take this carefully, give hirself the time to accommodate him. His throat gives a little click as he swallows.

“You feel so good,” he says, his hands moving over hir thighs, hir buttocks as s/he pushes hirself slowly down onto him, a fraction at a time, taking as much of him into hirself as s/he can. When their hips finally meet, he slides his arms around hir, drawing hir against him. Jinana drapes hir own arms around his shoulders, tilting hir head to kiss him as s/he begins to move, eliciting a groan from him, a whispered curse or two in another tongue.

His own hips begin to move with hirs, and this is what s/he wanted to feel, the two of them striving together in a shared embrace. The closeness of their bodies allows hir to grind against him with every movement, adding to the deep thrill that goes up hir spine with every thrust.

S/he leaves the marks of hir own teeth at his throat and shoulder, pressing hir nails into his back. Alexander’s hands take hold of hir hips again as he begins to move instinctively faster and deeper, following hir movements and his own pleasure, muttering softly against hir skin as he mouths at it.

There is a sort of tender ferocity to it all, tempered for him by knowing that s/he does not wish to be marked or bitten, increased for hir by the knowledge that he does.

It all crests sharply for hir, almost unexpectedly. S/he buries hir face in Alexander’s neck and hair, muffling hir own inchoate cries as hir inner muscles contract strongly around him, as his arms tighten convulsively around hir. He isn’t far behind, his own groans and curses picking up even as the orgasm begins to let hir go. S/he holds him to hir as climax takes him, too, pulsing inside of hir, shuddering in hir arms.

For a few moments afterward, there is only the sound of their breathing, then s/he feels him go strangely still.

“Oh,” he says, rather prosaically.

This one syllable only confirms hir suspicions, that her magic momentarily manifested while s/he was overtaken by pleasure. “...I’m afraid to look,” Jinana admits, hiding hir face in his hair once again.

“Don’t be,” he says, and some quality in his voice makes hir lift hir head to see.

The room is filled with stars, a galaxy of them, the ceiling totally obscured by the entire night sky in miniature.

Alexander laughs, and s/he can feel it where they are still joined. “That’s just… it’s accurate, did you know that?” He looks down at hir, still in his arms, with an expression of such wonder that s/he cannot even answer to it, momentarily stunned. “That is so amazing. You’re amazing.” Impulsively, he leans in and kisses hir, cradling hir face in his hands, and something lances through hir, a strange almost-pain.

“How long will it last?” he asks, earnestly curious.

“I’m not sure… it may have something to do with your own magic. The accuracy, that is.” S/he suspects that it does, and wonders what it means.

“Do you think so?” The thought seems to please him, and he looks up at the shower of stars again. They reflect back to hir in his eyes, like twin galactic pools. 

“Here… you don’t have to crane your neck like that.” Jinana lifts hirself from him, and they lean back against the pillows together, gaining a better view as the cosmos rotates slowly around them. Alexander points out various landmarks as it does so - prominent stars, the constellations.

“That’s Libra, right there. The bright star there is Beta Librae, forming the beam of the scales with Alpha Librae. And right there is Scorpius, see the tail? That red star in the middle is Antares.”

Jinana rests against his side, feeling his voice resonate against hir own ribcage. S/he doesn’t know half of what he is talking about, but it doesn’t matter. He enjoys talking about it, sharing what he knows, and s/he enjoys his enjoyment in turn. There is no hesitancy, no stumbling or stammering, only his clear passion for the subject.

S/he could listen to him all night, though of course the light show will fade long before then.

Don’t let them too close. Keep them safe. Keep yourself safe.

S/he wonders if he has any idea how many of hir own rules s/he has broken this evening, if he knows what it means. S/he wonders if s/he even knows what it means.

He has been hurt so badly. S/he is unwilling to add to that hurt, even to protect hirself… even if it might be better for him in the long run, safer.

But Jinana is not a creature of regrets.

[the-iron-orchid]

Alexander Disapproves of the fact that some green-haired weirdo has sat next to him.

yeah sandwiches exist in Vesuvia it’s bread and meat fight me

[Full Size Render]

(Alexander MacRionnag belongs to @devoraqs!)

[devoraqs]

'14: grabbing hand to show them something' for Jinacha? :3

The dusky blue twilight of a hot summer day found Alexander and Jinana lounging somewhat languidly in his flat, the door to the balcony flung wide open. Alexander had left Jinana on the settee with the last few bites of the lemon and lavender cake they'd had for dessert to tune his telescope and light the lanterns, when suddenly he dashed back inside, breathless and with a twinkle in his eyes, "Jinana, you must come and see this!" he said, quietly but with pure excitement shot through each syllable. He seized Jinana's hand, pulling hir lightly to hir feet, and nigh ran back out to the balcony.

"Look," his voice dropped to a hushed whisper, and with his free hand he pointed to one of the larger potted bushes where sat a large butterfly, its wings a beautiful, almost iridescent blue.

"Oh!" came Jinana's soft gasp, coloured with awe, "a giant blue morpho."

"Mmh," Alexander nodded, "it's beautiful."

As they watched, the morpho delicately took flight and ascended into the darkening sky. Alexander and Jinana's hands were still joined as their eyes traced the graceful arcs of the butterfly's flight, and almost imperceptibly and as easily as breathing, they leant into each other.

[the-iron-orchid]

Masterpost: A Beetle May Steer By the Stars (Jinacha)

Writing (in roughly timeline order):

The Scars of Alchemy (prompt, by @devoraqs​ )

Something You’ve Never Told (prompt, by @devoraqs​ )

An Unexpected Kiss (prompt, by @devoraqs​ ) 

The Other Side

Leaning Into The Other (prompt)

The Language of Giving

Closer to You (prompt, by @devoraqs​ ) 

🍋Perception and Control

🍋 The Experiment (by @devoraqs​ )

🍋We Can Touch the Stars Tonight

I Could Get Used to This (prompt, by @devoraqs​ )

Artworks:

Alexander Meets Jinana

Bonding Over Scars (by @devoraqs​ )

Dipping Him aka Kiss the Nerd (Renderpalooza)

Kiss the Nerd Bonus: Bisexual Terror

Bludderflies

🍋 Tell Me I’m a Good Boy (by @devoraqs​ for the Midsummer Masq)

🍋 Temperature Play (for the Midsummer Masq)

In the Club (Renderpalooza)

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39. leaning into the other’s side from the touching prompts for Jinana and Sacha?

[ Touches Prompts ]

Jinana is - or at least was - accustomed to a certain sort of relationship. These relationships have rules... moreover they have roles. One knows where one stands at all times.

This is not like that.

This is ridiculous, s/he tells hirself. Alexander isn't even here. After wrestling with a vague anxiety all the way up to this gathering, it is an absurdly crushing disappointment, hot in the eyes and heavy in the chest.

Heron glances at hir, but mercifully says nothing.

It is with an equally absurd lifting of the spirit that s/he spots a familiar flag of red hair some time later, as Alexander makes his way through the tavern. His eyes scan the room, widening slightly as they catch hirs.

S/he makes a small gesture indicating that he should come to where s/he and Heron are seated, spectators to an intense game of cards, and they scoot over to make room for him at the bench. They exchange greetings cordially enough, but Jinana can feel an acute tension in the leg that presses to hirs, and in the way Alexander holds himself, alternately watching the game and staring into his stein as if it might tell him secrets.

After several interminable minutes of this, Heron's mental voice arrives magically in Jinana's mind: Do something, Jinana.

Hir mind races uselessly for a few seconds; then s/he leans lightly against Alexander's side. For a brief instant, he goes nearly rigid in surprise, and s/he fears s/he has miscalculated. But then, slowly, he begins to relax, his body resting against hirs in turn. S/he wonders if he's suffered all the same doubts and fears since their last encounter, the worry and the second-guessing.

S/he wonders if he felt the same little leap inside, to find hir here.

"I'm glad you could make it," s/he says, pitched for his ears alone.

"Aye," he responds, "I am, too." There's a light flush of color across his cheeks, but he smiles.

[the-iron-orchid]

Two silly bonuses from that last render:

An important addition to Jinana’s henna

The Face of Bisexual Terror

(I didn’t post this one along with the full render because there are clipping issues, but his FACE lmao

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[ Just a little exercise to try and knock my Writin Brain loose... the other side of this prompt, aka ~750 words of Jinana-Alexander fluff, with guest appearances by Heron being a butt like usual.]

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It has been over two years since Heron and Jinana returned to Vesuvia - two years of hard work and dedication, rebuilding their business in the wake of the devastation caused by the Red Plague. It’s only in recent months that things have become comfortable enough for them to have any real leisure time at all.

They have been spending a fair amount of that time in the company of one Caspian Du Vignoble; they are trouble of the very best sort, and a night out with them is certainly never dull. (If it also happens to involve a tavern brawl or two, none of them consider this to be a detriment.)

It is through Caspian that they came to be introduced to Alexander MacRionnag - rather taciturn, truth be told, keeping to himself at one end of the table. This in no way deterred Jinana from immediately introducing him to the large, metallic-green scarab beetle inhabiting a pocket of hir skirt. S/he then allowed the insect to dine on a piece of fruit from hir own plate, watching it with the sort of rapt adoration typically reserved for children and puppies, only to let it fly out a nearby window when it was done eating.

Perhaps this peculiar display was in some way disarming, because s/he did succeed in getting Alexander to talk to hir, if mostly in monosyllables. 

Now, however, it seems quite natural for them to talk all night over a succession of empty tankards, to laugh and to wax philosophical. They have spent this day walking off the effects of just such a night, leaving groaning compatriots behind to nurse their hangovers. (Heron, of course, simply restored himself with magic before departing on business of his own.)

Though the midday sun beats down without mercy, the open air clears the mind, and Selasi’s sweet rolls restore the body. Loath to leave the sheltering coolness of the shadows after their meal, the two of them instead linger to speak of small things, or indeed nothing at all. It is nice to simply enjoy each other’s company, and to be able to admit that they do.

It feels quite natural, too, for Jinana to reach up and tuck an unruly lock of blood-red hair back behind Alexander’s ear... and then to tilt hir head just so, to lift hir chin so that s/he can touch hir lips to his, very gently.

S/he can feel him go tense, though he makes no move to avoid hir; when s/he pulls back, his eyes are wide in astonishment. “You just kissed me,” he says, not quite accusingly, his voice low and rough with… something.

A sudden, unaccountable fear grips hir - that s/he has overstepped, that a single impulsive action has undone something that took such time to build. S/he very nearly apologizes. But there is no point in dissembling. Instead she responds, quietly but firmly: “I did.”

A flush creeps into his cheeks, his gaze seeming to become caught upon hir lips; s/he feels his hand seek hirs, taking it into his own, and the fearful constriction around hir heart begins to relax. A faint humor tinges hir voice as s/he asks if he would like hir to do it again. 

The fear melts away entirely as he assents, leaning in to meet hir, and for a short time, there is only this - hesitation giving way to surety, a communication all its own.

And then another sort of communication barges its way directly into Jinana’s brain: The shipment has arrived. If you can spare some time away from your alchemist friend, I could use a little assistance from you and Saheli.

All right, all right. Your timing is awful but I’ll be there shortly, s/he mentally replies. I’ll even take a gondola.

S/he finds that Alexander has noted hir distraction, looking down on hir with a concerned frown. “Is everything… all right?” he asks, and the uncertainty in his voice pricks at hir.

“It is,” s/he assures him, smiling. “Heron just has the worst timing in the world. Sometimes I think he does it on purpose.” S/he rises, the creases in hir skirt from sitting on the steps magically smoothing themselves away. “Unfortunately, work calls. See you again soon, I hope?” Alexander nods, and Jinana bends down to give one last, lingering little kiss, gratified to feel him relax under it.

Hir step is light as s/he takes hir leave, humming slightly to hirself as s/he walks.

[the-iron-orchid]

Misery giggles, tapping away the vodka droplets from side of her mouth.

"So Jinana" Misery lowers her chin and a sly smile appears on her lips as she sticks her finger into the empty shot glasses and spins it around in the most annoying way humanly possible "do you have a crush on anyone?"

[ Drunken Confessions ]

@misery-lake 💜

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"A crush?" Jinana gives an incredulous laugh. "I don't think I've had a crush since I was... oh, eighteen, maybe?" S/he shakes hir head. "I see what I want, I pursue. If they say no... there are always others." A noncommittal shrug, causing hir shawl to slip off hir shoulder.

S/he traces a fingertip in the air, leaving a little trail of illusory hearts and flowers. "It was awful when I was a teenager, though. Imagine having all kinds of ridiculous things manifest when a crush is near - hearts, butterflies, flowers, sparkles. All on top of the normal horrors of being an adolescent." S/he snickers. "I'm so glad those days are behind me."