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[lenivyous]

[ From here. ]

The only thing to blame for this encounter is the nature of this place, right? After all, they're totally rewarded for connecting with one another. So, Dylan is boldly heading to a complete stranger's house to rub him down because....YOLO, right? Except in Folkmore it's not you only live once due to the fact that one could be revived allegedly. But that's beside the point. The point is, after a quick 'see ya soon' message, Dylan signs off and heads over with a small parcel containing a variety of massage oils. Choice makes the difference. Choice can make this freebie massage seem a bit more high end. Reno seems like the guy who likes to have options. He went posting on the network looking for recommendations, after all.

As Dylan reaches the door, he mutters to himself. "Okay, Dylan. Be cool. Be calm and cool and don't blow it."

Deep breath in. Deep breath out.

And then he knocks.

[shinra_dog]

Dylan would likely find it amusing that Reno, for all his bravado, was having a similar pep talk with himself in the mirror. It had been awhile since he'd been intimate with someone else, if that was what he wanted to call it.

It was monster sex. It was weird, kinky, rough monster sex with mer-parts, which was all fine and enjoyable with another transformed person getting used to their own new bits, but not exactly... this. Reno had no doubts that he still had "the moves," but his body wasn't as glamorous as he'd once kept it. Tracing the newest, ugliest scars with his fingertips, he sighed and decided to pull a shirt back on. Best not scare the kid at the door. Introduce it carefully, be charming, no big deal. And if Dylan bailed, then fuck him, he was a nobody anyway!

Speaking of, that knock at the door was probably him.

Be calm and cool and don't blow it.

He finished buttoning up on his way across the living room, then opened the door with a grin. "Hey! Come on in -- you find the place alright? Satori ain't big, but everything kinda looks the same."

[lenivyous]

He lifts his hand for a single, casual wave before taking the invitation and walking right in. "Wasn't too hard to find. I spent a lot of time out this way when I wanted get away from the whole lack of sun in Wintermute, yanno? But it seems like we're out of the dark period as of April."

A beat.

"And that is totally boring convo that I'm sure you don't care about. So moving on..."

Dylan offers a smile, shaking his head before he turns his attention to Reno with an appreciative once over. The red hair is a good choice. Striking. And styled in a way Dylan's never really seen before. It makes his eyes pop. It compliments his skin tone and really pulls the whole appearance together. Kyle sure was right in his observation about there being some absolute hotties in this place.

"Anyway, I brought an assortment of oils for you to pick from." Dylan turns to the package in his hand and opens it up to start placing the bottles out on the table. The glass clicks as they're set out one by one. "We got Sweet Almond, Harmony Blend, Pleasure Garden...that one sounds fun, Soaring Spirit, and Serenity. I figure you can pick the vibe you want."

Dylan gestures for Reno to examine them, give each one a sniff -- however he wants to choose. In the meantime, he offers a conspiratorial smirk. "Sidebar, I got the massage oils to use as lube, because who doesn't want some nice smelling sex? But it's also good to get the intended use out of the oils at least once."

[shinra_dog]

"You could always move...?" It's a casual suggestion and Reno dropped it quickly enough. Dylan was right -- discussion of the weather and real estate wasn't why he was here.

He came up behind Dylan as the other man set out the bottles, settling closely to watch from over his shoulder. One hand snuck around to rest on Dylan's hip. "Lube, huh?" he asked lightly. He couldn't help but tease -- it was too fun to point it out. But he wouldn't let Dylan really doubt himself. An innocent massage was not what he was after. Besides, Reno was actually a little impressed that the other man would think to bring over something this nice.

"You might be onto something with that 'Pleasure Garden' one." Reno reached for the bottle, brushing against Dylan's arm, then popped the cap for a little sniff. It was rich and earthy, with subtle florals that weren't overpowering or too sweet... The redhead's eyebrows rose with some surprise. "Wow, okay, damn. Wherever you got this is about to get a loyal customer."

[lenivyous]

Dylan may have answered Reno's first remark about moving with another boring explanation about studying Quantum Physics at Thoth and how it would be more inconvenient to commute, but...he has enough sense to realize that kinda talk would be an absolute bonerkill. Very few people enjoy it when he talks nerdy to them. Not to mention, that hand finding his hip sure is wonderfully distracting. Dylan leans back against Reno as he takes up the bottle in question and gives it a sniff. A beaming grin of pride takes root on Dylan's face.

"Right? That's some good shit. And I gotta be picky about it with my sense of smell."

It's a casual remark and might even be overlooked, except as soon as Dylan says it, he grimaces. He doesn't exactly want to come out here advertising he's a werewolf. If nerd talk would probably be a bonerkill, then werewolf talk would definitely put an end to the night. So he tries to play it off.

"Just got a sensitive nose. But..." He turns his head so he can burrow his face in the crook of Reno's neck. "You smell nice. So, the way I figured it...we'd start with the massage and finish off potentially with the happy ending. But like, if you wanted to do that whole thing in reverse order, I ain't gonna be upset. However you wanna work out your tension, my dude."

[shinra_dog]

A "kid" studying something like Quantum Physics was cool as fuck. Decidedly not sexy in the moment -- good call, Dylan -- but it would otherwise impress Reno any other time.

Currently, all other thoughts that weren't directly related to the feeling of Dylan's breath on his neck were too difficult to bother chasing.

"If we start with the 'happy ending,' we'll never get around to an actual massage," Reno snickered honestly. And he really was trying to work on being less selfish. Taking things a little more "slowly" (all things considered) would be good anyway, just to get used to having fun without feeling any kind of pressure about it.

"So we'll start with the massage... finish off... and then I can do you." Do him as in massage Dylan, or do him as in Do Him? Yes.

Reno sighed. "But, let's take two minutes to be responsible first and then we can go back to being horny -- Do you have any hard limits I should know about? Want to set a safe word? Or, y'know, anything you especially like?"

[lenivyous]

"Oooo, we're bringing up safe words? Now I know I'm in for a good time," Dylan says, a laugh on the edge of his words. As far as kinks go, Dylan's pretty damn open-minded. As far as experience goes? Well, he's had a few hook ups. And most of those were pretty run of the mill. So he still has a learning curve if Reno wants him to do anything crazy. Of course, Dylan excels at faking it til he makes it, so to speak. He's sure to approach near anything with a confidence he might not particularly feel.

But...there are limits. Limits that can't really be compromised on. He purses his lips and turns to face Reno properly.

"I don't...like sex in the water. So no baths, pools, lakes, hot tubs...what have you. Showers are okay. It's a weird trauma. Don't ask." The trauma of being a beast that shuns clear water so to speak. Dylan rubs the back of his neck idly, feeling like this next thing is going to be a dead giveaway. Like a whole tell me you're a werewolf without TELLING me you're a werewolf challenge. "I'm, uh....also allergic to silver. So just keep that in mind if you wanna get kinky with bondage and collars and shit. Not that much of that stuff is made out of silver these days. But it's worth mentioning..."

Hooking thumbs in the belt loops of Reno's pants, he draws the man near to distract him from thinking too hard on Dylan's limits -- from putting the pieces together. "What about you, though? Any..." Dylan's eyes flicker playfully toward the center of Reno's pants. "Hard limits?"

[shinra_dog]

"Sure -- no water, no problem." For a moment, he looked concerned, running his fingers gently through Dylan's hair. "Don't tell me you died, too?"

So young. Too young. He can't help but wonder at the word "trauma," but it makes him think of his own. And then he realizes, he really doesn't want to think about it -- and likely neither would Dylan. Reno cleared his throat loudly and shook his head. "Nope -- never mind. Forget I said anything. No water, no questions."

Now was not the time.

The distraction did work, thankfully. As someone with piercings, Reno understood that "silver" allergies were usually nickel, but he supposed there was always the possibility of an actual silver allergy. Either way, he'd said he wouldn't ask any questions, so he dropped it. His attention was much better directed to the way Dylan tugged him closer. Reno grinned. "I do enjoy some good bondage an' collars, but I don't usually pull that out the first time with someone anyway. For me, uh..."

His eyes likewise traveled down Dylan's body. "I take it you're a Familiar? Just don't whip out any animal dicks on me, okay?" He chuckled. "That's, uh, that's definitely something to work up to, not something that makes a good surprise."

[lenivyous]

Too. Reno said too after that question about dying. And Dylan's brows draw together because the implication is Reno had died. It's always a little strange to think this place could become an afterlife to some. It's sure not heaven, not hell...but something in between. However, Dylan listens to his own advice and doesn't question it. He doesn't know about Reno, but Dylan's not the type to fuck and then fuck off. So there will be plenty of time later to get into these deeper sort of topics as they get to know each other.

For now, at the comment about animal dicks, Dylan looks at him in surprise -- as though the whole thing never once occurred to him. "Holy shit. You can change just one part? I thought it was....whole animal or bust. I mean, don't worry. I haven't figured out how to do anything with my familiar transformation yet. So unless there's an accidental oops...I solemnly swear, no animal dicks."

His hand rose during his words, making an oath. Then it falls so he can step back and gesture for Reno to lead the way to wherever this is happening as he collects his massage oils, putting them back in their satchel. The one exception is Pleasure Garden. That one is out for use.

"I had a convo here with someone a few months back about alien dicks, though. He was dating an alien and I was hella curious. He kinda pleaded the fifth, so you know he was getting a good dicking."

[shinra_dog]

Poor Dylan. Reno was very much the type to fuck and then fuck off. That said, as much as he didn't want to admit it, he was lonely here. He knew Zack and Aerith and Cloud, but he wasn't sure they were quite "friends." Definitely not fuck buddies. No, making a good impression on a total stranger was much more ideal and had much more potential for better things.

He shook his head and laughed. "I have no idea, but if it's even possible, I am so not ready to see a horse cock suddenly pop out."

Once the unnecessary oils were away, Reno traced his fingertips down Dylan's arm and took him by the hand to lead him toward the bedroom. "Alien dick, huh? I'd be curious, too... I might have a couple stories about monster dick buuut the memory's kinda foggy. Maybe once we're more relaxed," he teased. Come to think of it, a lot of those monsters (kelpies, ichthocentaurs) also technically had horse dicks... Huh.

"This is where the magic happens," he said with a sarcastic grin and a wink, fully leaning into what an awful line that was.