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Character of the Season
Frail in body but dangerously quick of mind, Nikandr is the sort of character who proves that curiosity can be just as perilous as any weapon. A necromancer, inventor, and problem-solver with more ambition than self-preservation, Niki approaches the world like a puzzle box begging to be opened, even when what’s inside has teeth. Blunt, dry-witted, fiercely independent, and carrying a history best left partially buried, he has a knack for making even failure feel fascinating. Whether he’s raising the dead, moving across Caido to King's End, or experiencing a hangover for the first time, Nikandr brings a wonderfully strange spark to Caido, and we can’t wait to see what trouble his brilliant mind wanders into next.
Congratulations, Niki!
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i was raised as a scorpion being pulled by the moon in a high tide
Well, that’s one way to look at it. Because Sunjata’s fairly confident that the answer he gives would make Niki assume that when Sunjata says figuring it out, it means he has no fucking idea what to do. He’ll take kissing if that’s an option, though, and with the soft huff of a sound that leaves him with the question of the where – given that the when is already figured out – Sunjata happily lets his hands be covered at Niki’s hips.
“Here.” Sunjata repeats, surging forward to claim Niki’s lips in a kiss as the hands beneath Niki’s start to move, unbuckling his belt and working at the buttons and zippers that he’s sure are driving the necromancer crazy. He knows the tightness of his own pants are wearing his patience thin. But as he works to undo Niki’s pants and to help offer him some freedom, his hands brush against what Niki’s been hiding all along. He flushes somehow darker with the realization, breath hitching as he withdraws enough to catch Niki’s gaze. “I’m gonna lift you for a sec. Ready?” He asks as a precursor before he’s hoisting enough to slip his pants down and reveal what he’s already suspecting (and admittedly all the more excited to see, provided he’s correct).
the flood
that's why i'm broken, yeah, am i a villain or a saint?
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
The belt and buttons are starting to feel as though they might choke him to death from the waist up, it's true, Niki moaning a note of quiet relief against Sunjata's lips as he feels him start to unfasten them. His hands lift to loop around the other man's shoulders, mouth and tongue far too occupied to notice much beyond the Heartless's confident touch, and as they part for him to speak Niki is already nodding before properly understanding what's being said.
Not that it matters ultimately, his arms tightening a fraction around Sunjata as he's lifted from the counter and his pants are slid down, the necromancer sighing out a shuddering breath as he's finally freed from the garments. The canonically giant hard length of his cock points up at Sunjata as if trying to signal where it would really like to go, Niki left flustered and huffing out a quiet laugh as he glances away from the other man. "I'm not... this won't last long. I think we both know that," he apologises.
Inexperience does not mean a lack of knowledge, and he'd be a fool to think he'll be able to keep his senses the moment Sunjata so much as touches him.
i was raised as a scorpion being pulled by the moon in a high tide
It’s an easy dance between them as Sunjata hoists Niki up enough to free him of his pants. It catches on the edge of his brace where Sunjata tugs it down just enough to reveal what he’d quietly been hoping to be the case, and it takes all of the Heartless’ willpower to keep himself from drooling or gasping at the sight lest Niki think there’s something wrong.
It’s the contrary, actually. And while most men might be intimidated in the game of comparing sizes, Sunjata isn’t one of them and honestly Niki would probably win time and time again. “That’s okay.” He reassures him, shooting him a lopsided smirk, leaning in to steal a chaste kiss before he’s stooping down and taking Niki’s arms with him where they wrap around his neck.
“You’re incredible.” He breathes in a much huskier tone, knowing that Niki wouldn’t last so he likely doesn’t need to do any preemptive teasing or touches. Instead, he prepares himself to manage the mess when it inevitably comes, one hand remaining against Niki’s hip while the other curves up from the inside of his thigh to wrap around his massive length near the base as he wastes zero time in taking his cock into his mouth with a satisfied grunt of a sound, tongue flattening around it the best he can.
the flood
that's why i'm broken, yeah, am i a villain or a saint?
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
One day Niki will know and own the power that apparently hides in his pants, but today isn't it. He's a mix of nervous and restlessly overwhelmed even before Sunjata starts to descend between his legs, his cheeks flushed dark as the other man leans in to kiss him. Wondering if the Heartless will be able to feel the heat that radiates from his cheeks, luckily the necromancer is saved from overthinking by the sudden reality unfolding before him, his cock twitching in Sunjata's hard grip around its base.
"I--" Cut off by his own moan, Niki's fingers tangle in the back of the other man's hair quite of its own accord, and he has to force himself not to arch into the impossible heat of his mouth and flick of his tongue. "Oh, gods," he whispers, leaning back against the counter on his free hand, head tipping back as if to make a plea to whoever might be up there for more time to hold out.
i was raised as a scorpion being pulled by the moon in a high tide
The heat radiates between them in no discernible way to know who’s warmer than the other. If anything, Sunjata’s combusting with heat of his own right as he takes Niki’s cock into his mouth, groaning his approval to feel the twitch of it and the hand that finds the back of his head again. Already Niki’s lasting longer than he’d anticipated, thankfully, but the second he gets accustomed to the size of the other man, the Heartless knows it’s a battle of wills at that point.
His fingers twitch against Niki’s hips, tongue swirling around his length as he rises and takes him in again, deeper this time and paired with the movement of his hand for the rest of it he can’t swallow down (despite very much wanting to), he purrs his muffled moan into Niki’s cock as he shifts just enough to be able to look up at him, eyes heavy lidded and dark with lust framed with a flushed face and dark freckles.
He’s not sure whether or not Niki will try to pull away when it comes, but he does know he doesn’t intend on letting him make a mess of everything on the counter. If anything, he’s perhaps all too happy and willing to swallow every ounce of what Niki puts out.
the flood
that's why i'm broken, yeah, am i a villain or a saint?
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
Don't give him too much credit, Sunjata - the moment Niki glances down to catch the Heartless's eye, all molten steel, long lashes and flushed, freckled cheeks, it's far too late for him. The vibrating groan around his cock has him choking on an inhale of breath, and he cums hard, fast and unfortunately with little warning for either of them. One hand clenches around the edge of the counter, the other flinching in the back of Sunjata's hair with a sudden urge to push down (an urge he resists, luckily), and his mind whites out entirely.
The moan that breaks from his lips is vaguely in the shape of Sunjata's name, each rolling pulse of pleasure feeling somehow more intense than the last, and only in those first few seconds afterwards does Niki remember he's supposed to breathe. Panting hard and feeling vaguely untethered from himself, his fingers slip from the back of the other man's hair to rake through his own, as if he suddenly wants to be self-conscious but doesn't remotely have the strength for it.
"Gods," he whispers again. "That was... fast. Sorry."
i was raised as a scorpion being pulled by the moon in a high tide
Their eyes meet, however briefly it is, before the tension breaks in Niki and Sunjata’s there to catch each and every second of the aftermath. Bolstered by the sound that leaves the necromancer, Sunjata’s reluctant to withdraw, just in time to hear Niki’s breathless voice, the apology he doesn’t need to give rolling off his tongue with ease.
“Hey, don’t apologize.” He says hoarsely, panting and flashing him a smile despite still being quite flushed and panting himself, chest rising and falling with a bead of sweat blooming against his shoulders and neck that trickles down. “As long as you had fun, I’m fine with however fast it is.” Still clothed from the bottom half down, Sunjata rises enough to drape a little more in Niki’s space, pressing his lips to Niki’s still clothed collarbone rather than his lips, given what he’s just done. “How do you feel now?” His hands smooth up the outside of Niki’s thighs, his head tilting slightly to get a better look at the necromancer.
the flood
that's why i'm broken, yeah, am i a villain or a saint?
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
Sunjata rises into his space and Niki all but melts into him, arms threading back around his shoulders and a soft laugh huffing from his lips. "I think it is obvious that I had fun," he mumbles, though as the other man aims a kiss towards his collarbone Niki ducks in enough to catch his lips instead, clearly uncaring of what Sunjata has just used his mouth for if it means he can keep benefitting from the cleverness of his tongue.
"I feel like a devastatingly handsome man just gave me my first blowjob, however that is meant to feel," he mumbles against his lips, drawing back at last to run his hands down the Heartless's chest, eyes soon following the trajectory to the very obvious frustration in the other man's pants. "I think I can imagine how you feel," he ventures, fingers hooking into Sunjata's waistband.
i was raised as a scorpion being pulled by the moon in a high tide
“Good.” Sunjata hums with a soft laugh that joins Niki’s own. It’s cut off by his original intent to press a kiss to his collarbone, caught and redirected to the siren song of the necromancer’s lips, and he goes all too willingly into it with a low hum of satisfaction.
As they part enough for him to feel the mumble against his lips, a soft snort leaves him as he tilts his head slightly. “I’d say it’s meant to feel amazing.” There’s a little cockiness there, some arrogance poured in the silken honey of his voice. But his breath hitches as Niki’s fingers tug at his belt loops and he very willingly rolls his hips into the motion.
He rises up just enough to let Niki explore on his own, even if one hand abandons the other man’s hip to start to undo his own belt. “It’s close, probably.” He admits, huffing a little laugh. “Though, I’m not as big as you are, so don’t hold it against me.” He pauses, lips twitching into a smirk. “Or do.” Freys knows Sunjata won’t complain.
the flood
that's why i'm broken, yeah, am i a villain or a saint?
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
"That is about right," Niki agrees, the words almost mumbled against Sunjata's lips. Amazing doesn't even start to cover it in fact, and in the long, quiet days of darkness after this, rest assured the necromancer will revisit this memory again and again. (He will also never be able to look at his kitchen counter in quite the same way).
His hands drift to start unfastening buttons as Sunjata unbuckles his belt, touch stuttering a bit at his comment; Niki scoffs a quiet, almost boyish laugh, cheeks flooding pink again as he glances away. "Do I seem the type to hold that sort of thing against anyone?" he asks, raising a brow and glancing back towards the Flood.
He does pause, though, at the realisation that they ought to be switching their positions, but suffice to say that getting on his knees is more difficult for Niki than it might be for the majority of other people. "Would you take us to the couch?" he asks, less self conscious about this than anything else so far; in this, the necromancer at least knows his limitations and how to get past them. "You stand, and I'll sit."
i was raised as a scorpion being pulled by the moon in a high tide
“About right?” He teases, lips quirking into a small smirk as if he’s debating whether or not to grow playful in the moment and feign offense. He doesn’t, not when he feels Niki’s hands join his in the ease of unbuttoning his pants and getting some freedom that makes it a little easier to breathe. He huffs a soft sound that’s akin to Niki’s laugh as he sees the necromancer’s cheeks flush again. “Hmm, not right now.” But maybe one day.
For now, though, Niki’s question is met with an easy nod – happy to make this however comfortable for him as he can. “Sure.” He hums softly, hands sweeping around Niki’s lower back to pull him closer to pick him up, to hold him against his chest and try to keep his pants from falling off completely in the trek it takes to guide him to the couch.
It’s a short trip, blissfully, but his hard length does press against Niki in the way he has to carry him – not that he thinks he’d complain – and when they reach the couch he sets him down gently, leaning in to steal a kiss, while also shimmying his pants down to finally fully free himself. "How's this?" He asks against the necromancer's lips.
the flood
that's why i'm broken, yeah, am i a villain or a saint?
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
"Mm, I am not able to think properly right now, so about right is all I can give you," Niki teases right back, raising his eyebrows and winding his arms back around Sunjata's neck as he kindly agrees to relocate them. A huff of laughter does leave his lips as he realises the movement is all that's stopping his pants from falling down and getting tangled inevitably in his brace, though it cuts off into a sharp inhale to feel the all too obvious press of the other man's cock against him.
He doesn't know why it still surprises him to have caused such a physical reaction in the demigod, and it will probably be some time before he gains that sort of confidence, but as he's settled on the couch and his lips meet Sunjata's again, it's without complaint. "You tell me," he whispers, knees spreading to usher the other man to stand between them, one hand immediately grazing up the back of his thigh to keep him there.
Niki, Sunjata will find, is capable of being quite a tease himself, though at this moment in time it's entirely untested and instinctive. His free hand encircles the base of the demigod's cock, squeezing firmly, his breath ghosting against the jut of his hips as he leans in. It isn't nerves but enjoyment that has him taking his time, but when he finally does take the other man into his mouth, it's without any pretence of hesitation.
i was raised as a scorpion being pulled by the moon in a high tide
“I’ll take it, then.” He reassures Niki, amused and flushed and honestly ready to scoop up the necromancer and take him anywhere he might want to go. But for now, it’s to the couch, and the friction of the movement is enough to keep Sunjata easily just as invigorated as he sets Niki down and claims a kiss.
The whispered response and the spread of Niki’s legs have him easily getting into his space like it’s a siren song, drawing up. Not to his full height, relaxed and a touch slouched, he can’t deny that the view isn’t perfect. “It’s really—good.” He starts, cut off by the feel of Niki’s hand against his skin and the base of his cock.
Honestly, he could take as long as he wants to explore, he could take as long as he wants to tease him. But there’s no denying the way his cock twitches in Niki’s grip, the way the muscles in his thighs tense in anticipation, the way that his mouth is perfect when it finally takes him and he can barely hide the moan of relief that slips from his throat. "Gods, Niki." He doesn’t try to speed anything up, but his hand does rise to thread through Niki’s hair, and if he does manage to look up and catch a glance, he’ll see just how much Sunjata’s enjoying this. (It’s a lot).
the flood
that's why i'm broken, yeah, am i a villain or a saint?
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
Just good? Niki might have teased if his mouth weren't otherwise occupied, but the Heartless will feel the slightest kick of a smile on his lips as his tongue curls against the head of his cock. He hums further encouragement to feel Sunjata's fingers twist through his hair, taking him further into his mouth as his hand strokes up to meet his lips with each bob of his head.
Never has anyone said his name quite like this, and if the necromancer hadn't been brought to orgasm literally minutes ago it would be enough to have him hard again already. He does glance up after a few moments, though, blue eyes dark in the firelight, hair still snow-damp and tousled further by Sunjata's fingers. The sight of the other man is better than anything he might have imagined by himself, his fingers flexing a little against the back of his thigh as if to get him somehow closer.
Short of managing to gag himself on the other man's cock, though, he hums his encouragement and draws back just enough to tease before taking him back into his mouth.
