smash_logs | I'm in the wrong place, the wrong time [OPEN]

Who: Kieran and YOU. (Guest-starring Ishimaru as the Cockblocking Dynamo maybe possibly.)
What: DEER ENCOUNTERS.
Where: All over the dang place.
When: October 20-24, let's say.

[Ah, autumn. When a young man's fancy turns to thoughts of love.

Kieran was, admittedly, feeling a bit skeeved out by that strange way-too-intense spirit who had flatly told him that he was not allowed to rut this year, but in true a-little-too-flighty fashion, he had simply brushed it off. Surely everything would just work out fine in the end, right? They always did! Maybe that spirit would just forget all about it.

At any rate, there wasn't much point spending his days sitting around doing nothing. There were people to meet up with, places to explore, spars to fight, and all that exciting jazz. So for the next few days, it was probably going to be no surprise to find Kieran poking his nose in all over the place. Can't blame a guy for being curious, can you?]

((If Kieran has made plans to meet with you, this is the place for it to happen. If Kieran has not made plans to meet you, but you would like to meet him (and/or be subjected to atrocious attempts at flirtation), this is also the place for it to happen. If you would like to attempt to speak to Kieran only to be ABRUPTLY COCKBLOCKED BY ISHIMARU, this is also the place; please just note in the subject line that cockblocks are okay with you. Also specify a location/date, just for ease of keeping things organized, if you please.))

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[This ought, perhaps, to have been the part where Kieran started getting bashful and nervous. Instead of sparking apprehension, though, this bit of news just sparked excitement.]

That's exactly what I needed to know!

[Kieran was a deer with a few flaws: too flighty, too impulsive, too open with his emotions. This was no exception to that: the fingers caught in Bulba's hair tensed, gently urging him closer, and Kieran did just what he'd been told about: he pressed his lips to Bulba's eagerly.]

[He sort of saw this coming, but it didn't stop the soft gasp of surprise from leaving his lips as Kieran drew him closer.

In an instant, there was a series of thoughts that fired off in Bulba's mind. First, he probably shouldn't have been doing this. Second, he questioned why he thought that. He wasn't seeing anyone. He wasn't actually betraying anything when the only thing he had was a pining for something that couldn't and wouldn't ever happen. Third, Kieran smelled good. Fourth, it was a little clumsy and eager, but his mouth felt really... nice.

So even though he was suddenly blushing enough for the both of them, Bulba kissed him back, drawing it into slightly more than just a touch of pressed lips.]

[For all his boldness, the possibility that Bulba may not necessarily share any sort of autumnal feelings had definitely occurred to Kieran. He knew that he was a little strange by human standards, and this was all such unfamiliar territory that he really wasn't sure where he was supposed to go from here. But he did know these things: Bulba was patient, and Bulba was kissing him back. Things would be okay. He could figure it out.

He drew back slightly, just enough to allow space for a breathless little laugh and a whisper.]

Ah, I'm sort of figuring this out as I go... just let me know what feels good, okay?

[Having said that, he returned his lips to Bulba's. That had definitely been good -- he didn't want to stop that just yet. Still unsure what to do with his hands, he decided to just do what his nose normally would have done: exploring Bulba's hair, running over his ears, earnestly seeking out his scent.]

[He nodded with a small smile.]

It's fine... Me too.

[Which was true. He had not done anything much beyond simple kisses himself. Which was fine. He liked those a lot.

So he was a bit more readily welcome when Kieran closed back in. The Ivysaur was a little more sure of what he wanted to do with his own hands, slipping them up over Kieran's shoulders and feeling out what he could beneath his folds of fabric. It was exploratory until Kiearan's fingers found his ears- then it was a matter of having something to curl his fingers in.

He broke the kiss for just a moment, mumbling breathiy against Kieran's chin.]

T-there... Just a little lower...

[It surprised him a bit, that there would be human matters Bulba wasn't familiar with; so far, he'd had so many answers for Kieran's quesions that he'd just taken Bulba for an expert in the ways of humans. It was somehow a bit of a comfort, though, that they were on the same level. A lesson was a nice thing, without a doubt, but exploring together sounded a lot more adventurous.

With Bulba's direction, his hands grew more confident. So the ears were sensitive...? He lingered a moment, tracing along the outside edge, then did as asked, focusing his attention lower. Instinct took over, urging him to sneak in a brief, cheek-to-cheek nuzzle.]

How's that?

[His ears twitched and flicked under Kieran's fingers as if they hand minds of their own, and Bulba couldn't help but squirm just a little bit. It tickled! But his squirms did not last long at all as the deer's fingers moved and found that spot. The Ivysaur suddenly took a very putty-like consistency in Kieran's arms with a drawn-out sigh of pleasure.]

Mmm...

[He nuzzled back, resulting in a quick lick across Kieran's nose.]

[Oh! Definitely sensitive. Bulba was rewarded with a quick little breath, almost a laugh -- equal parts surprise at the warm tickle of a very yellow tongue across the bridge of his nose and delight at this positively wonderful reaction. Guess it was pretty good, then! Kieran left a quick kiss at the corner of Bulba's mouth, encouraging him to stay this relaxed.

He kept one hand right where it was, continuing its attentions to the spot Bulba had pointed him toward. The other one, however, continued its curious exploration, eager to stumble onto the next sweet spot that would coax Bulba to melt again. Gloved fingertips skimmed downward, tracing along Bulba's jawline then down to tease curiously at the side of his throat.]

[The saur had a tendency of leaning his head this way and that to try and get the most out of small actions like simple hair ruffles. Kieran's fingers on his ears pretty much guaranteed that Bulba was doing all he could to get more out of the touch, secretly hoping it would never stop. He was easy to please that way. But he was leaning and his head was tilting, offering Kieran the perfect access to the saur's throat.

The muscles beneath his fingers rolled as Bulba swallowed, and his breath came a little faster for a few moments. Not nearly as sensitive as his ears, but the neck was sensitive enough for anyone. A more instinctual part of him was set on edge, but the trusting nature allowed the pleasing results to be what Bulba thought about. Could the deer feel the quick beats of Bulba's pulse beneath his fingertips? He was certainly starting to make it race despite how relaxed the Ivysaur seemed like he was.

His own hands were making halting, distracted explorations down Kieran's shoulders- though it was really just the one, as the other remained so had something to hang on to. The more adventurous was skimming the Sawsbuck's shawl, toying with its hem and skimming just beneath to get a brief feel of the body it was hiding beneath it.]

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