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About me, is it? I'm Nimah, and I am the retainer to a God. That sounds much more prodigious than it is, I assure you. I've been given the nine of spades for my suit, or so they tell me... I can only assume, of course.
I'm also quite blind, which I suppose is rather important to mention. No need to worry, though—I'm a bit old to be stumbling about like a newborn, and you're not likely to startle me too badly. I'm a weapons trainer back home in Japan, so if you should feel the need to learn some self-defense, even without them available, that is an option.
I'd prefer to keep these... largely to myself. For now, little more than learning what this place is about, as well as its layout. A little relaxation wouldn't go amiss, either.
I'm curious what sort of opportunities are here, and exploration is always better with a partner, isn't it?
Getting about while blind is a talent, no? But really, there isn't too much to say. I've an affinity for the element of air, and some skill with first aid. I'm a spear fighter, but that seems irrelevant here. Ah, and my ears are quite sharp.
For those it matters for, I'm also quite skilled with my tongue, and at adapting to whatever whim takes the fore. The rest? Well, let's leave some intrigue.
Poetry books and clever fiction. Naturally, I don't gravitate toward movies, and I much prefer traditional, dynamic music to most others.
I've grown quite fond of Japanese food as a whole, particularly takoyaki and okonomiyaki. Lighter flavours suit my palate as fine as heavy spices, and I'm quite fond of several forms of sake.
One who isn't a partner, per se. I am open to many things, but I'm not interested in any deep relationships.
Barring that though? Anyone who is enjoyable to play with. I treasure spontaneity and personality, and if they're willing to have a drink or a smoke just for the fun of it? So much the better. Nothing good comes from worrying too much, in my experience. Oh yes, and someone who enjoys playing with hair is always nice.
WINE
.02 CLOWNS OR MIMES
CLOWNS
.03 SHOWER OR BATH
BATH
.04 PIRATES OR NINJAS
NINJAS
.05 TITS OR ASS
ASS
.06 COFFEE OR TEA
TEA
.07 SPICY OR SWEET
SPICY
.08 SUMMER OR WINTER
WINTER
.09 LEATHER OR LACE
LEATHER
10. ROUGH SEX OR GENTLE SEX
ROUGH SEX
ISTJ-A
✔ un: forestwatcher
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[because people can control that, Nimah... though they know better, it's still their rule.]
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What if you develop feelings for someone else?
Also that's nonsense, who people spend their hearts on is up to them. I'm sure you have your reasons, and I can't claim to know you deeply well, but.. perhaps you ought to give yourself more credit.
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That goes for myself, as well. It always has.
One may choose to do anything they like, despite the signs posted to request otherwise. Would it be better if I said nothing at all, knowing that I would still decline them in the end? You're correct, I have my reasons. They are not related to self-confidence, but safety. I don't wish to speak on the subject more deeply.
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Nevertheless, I'm happy to enjoy a lovely friendship with you.
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It's alright. I appreciate it, regardless of my rules. They're strict, but limited.
And I look forward to our friendship as well, however it blooms.
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Glad to hear it. I've enjoyed our conversations, and I'd like to continue to. We'll talk again soon, hmm?
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I've no doubt. I'm sure I'll eventually end up at this newest meeting. Perhaps we can talk again there.
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I was wondering if you might like to join me for tea one of these afternoons. It's been some time since I've practiced chadō, but I think the muscle memory will still be there.
Please reply at your convenience, there's no urgency to the request.
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I would be honoured to join you for tea sometime soon. I have a few obligations in the coming days, so perhaps this Thursday would be good? Early afternoon seems a good time for a long and comfortable chat.
Would you prefer to meet at one of our suites, or elsewhere?
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I realize this isn't a very helpful answer, but in truth I have no strong preference about the locale.
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JAN 2024 Overflow: @keita
Mm, now you know, then.
[it certainly sinks in, in these short moments, just how unused to being sort of on his own Keita is. Nimah supposes it's like them leaning on their hearing—a complete loss of which is one of the most disorienting circumstances they can deal with.
maybe it's why their voice is a little softer then, head shaking.]
I would rather you were certain what you were getting into, so ask anything you like at any time. But—both, really. Whatever you're comfortable with; the more you're willing to tell me now, the more I can work with later, as well.
[they have to huff a little laugh, somewhat self-derisive.]
I suppose I should explain that I tend to chase what's enjoyable, more than worrying too much about the eventual repercussions.
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[ Not that Keita has discussed sex at length with anyone here, but his impression is that there are many who are fairly comfortable with the setting—who chase what's enjoyable in the moment. Honestly, Keita envies it a bit.
He adjusts his posture a little, considering. The idea of it does push the boundaries of his comfort, but Keita wasn't lying when he said he knew he would need to grow beyond them sooner or later. ]
I think the most difficult part of this is the sense that I'm using you, [ he admits wryly. ] I think we could be friends, you and I, and I'd hate to ruin it by making you a tool for my own pleasure and edification.
[ But of course, Nimah is offering, aren't they? Surely they wouldn't make such an offer without an understanding of what it means. Keita knows this, and yet there's just enough propriety left in him that he feels compelled to add, ]
If I were to choose between being your friend and bedding you, I would choose your friendship. But if you feel confident that you can do both, and wouldn't mind letting me touch you and learn what it's like, then... [ It's a good thing Nimah can't see—it saves Keita having to be embarrassed about the shade of red he's turning. ] Then I would like that.
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Befriending me and bedding me are two completely separate circumstances, I can assure you. I am as happy to play with a friend as I am a stranger. [chuckling, they gesture toward Keita, head inclining lightly.] If I was only offering play, or asking you to choose, I would have made that clear. I certainly wouldn't have agreed to the idea of tea.
[They pause there, though the thought that this is quite public doesn't escape them. Whether or not they suggest movement, if he doesn't already... well, they'll decide based on how comfortable he seems.]
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[ It makes it easier for Keita to understand the lay of the land here. Nimah is a good choice for a first partner, he thinks—someone who will be upfront and let Keita ask what he needs to ask, will teach him what he needs to know. ]
...I suppose it would be strange to agree to have tea with someone you didn't intend to get to know. [ He smiles slightly at the the thought, then glances around them. It likely won't surprise Nimah to know that the presence of others almost guarantees Keita's discomfort—a hangup he's sure he'll grow out of with time, but for now, the memory of being threatened with the constable over proximity to another man is still too fresh in his mind. ]
Shall we—I would rather we move to one of the intimacy rooms, [ Keita says after a moment. ] If that's all right with you.
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I was going to suggest it if you didn't. Please, lead the way. I've no particular preference for which room you choose, in case it matters.
[The rose from is probably the most trouble for someone like them, but even then they can handle it fine.]
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And it is, quite. Not the rose room, but one of the cozier ones, soft blankets and low lighting and gentle atmospheric music playing subtly from overhead. There is a basket of supplies on one of the nightstands—lubricant, of course, and what appears to be a collection of sex toys, although Keita doesn't examine them too closely—and fluffy-looking pillows against the headboard, making it perhaps the ideal place for Keita's second-ever experience of intimacy.
He turns back to Nimah just as the door closes behind them, less nervous without eyes on them, but still not entirely sure how to begin. ]
Would you guide me, to start? [ Keita hesitates briefly, then takes one step closer, putting them in proximity that's slightly too close to be proper, but not quite close enough that their bodies touch. ] Tell me what you'd like, how you'd like it. As we go, I think I'll need less guidance, but...
[ But he's only ever done this once. ]
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their smile answers well before they do, a hand reaching up to brush callused fingers along his cheek.]
I can do that, yes. Though what I like... is also somewhat dependent upon you and your interests. [they do sound slightly apologetic there, given their inability to offer anything more concrete in the moment.] Let us sit, to begin with. The simplest place to start is with kissing, and that, I find, is best explored comfortably.
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[ The touch is welcome, and Keita tilts his head very slightly into it before withdrawing so they can move toward the bed. He steps out of his shoes, of course, leaving them tucked neatly in the entryway before crossing the room to climb onto the mattress and sit there, kneeling in seiza despite the fitted slacks he's wearing.
Once Nimah is settled, too, Keita shifts closer again. He isn't hesitant, just careful about the way he moves—by now he's gathered that Nimah needs no particular warning about being touched, but Keita still moves just slowly enough that Nimah could avoid it if they wanted to. His own fingers—calloused too, albeit from a different type of work—come up to brush gently along the line of Nimah's jaw. ]
I suspect I'm better at this part than the rest of it. [ Keita murmurs the words softly, then leans in to press their lips together. ]
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[They remove their shoes as they speak, setting them into the entryway and tapping the floor once or twice as they follow his footsteps. As he's noted, there's an ease to Nimah's movements, legs pulled up to one side in settling in. Similarly, he needn't worry about moving slowly, but it isn't a problem either.
There's a shift of their lips, easily felt against his fingers as they draw over Nimah's jaw, leaned warmly into.]
I'm sure you'll have no issues with any of it, regardless. [That's certainly confidence on their part, anyway. He leans in and they move slowly in turn, taking in the scent and feel of him before their head tilts to deepen the kiss just a little. The tip of their tongue draws over his lower lip just faintly as warm fingers trace the line of his jaw, up over the shell of his ear to tangle in soft hair. Slow, but sure.]
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By the time they pull apart a bit, Keita’s breath is coming a touch faster and he’s having a hard time remembering what it was he wanted to say before their lips touched. With some difficulty, he recalls Nimah’s words from before the kiss and manages to string together a coherent response: ]
I’m afraid I’d be terrible at being in charge, [ he says with a soft laugh, although not embarrassed nor self-deprecating. Keita is simply aware of his own limitations. There may come a day when he’s comfortable being the dominant partner in the bedroom, but that day is not today. ] If you wouldn’t mind, this time…
[ Eventually, he does want to learn, but Keita knows himself well enough to know that if he were to try right now, he would only end up frustrating them both. ]
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This time, his distraction is more important, the way that breaking apart leaves him a little breathless. His response prompts a smile that is... honestly almost too sweet compared to their norm, a little look behind the curtain of calm control.]
I wouldn't mind at any time, Mori-san. [now, they actually do move to press, long fingers splaying across his clothed chest, urging him back to the bed.] Before I begin in earnest to draw out every moment of your pleasure, though—is there anything I should be aware of? Places I should avoid... things you may like to hear or feel?
[It's a little bit of a plain switch, slipping into the depths of their earlier flirting and hovering over Keita, hair falling in a curtain over one side of them both as Nimah leans down until their lips hover just over his, breath warm and faintly sweet against skin.]
You can tell me at any time, of course, even after we've begun.