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Some meme ideas
touch
smut picture prompts
body heat
taboo
kissing scars
in heat/rut
unusual kinks

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[ Kazuya is attentive to Basil and his needs insofar as he can be while making plans for an absolute demonic take over. There are matters to address, and lesser demons to corral into better positions. Things are beginning to take shape, and it shouldn't be much longer before he makes his first move.

Basil however, proves to be the matter that needs most attending to. Kazuya is a demon, yes, but he makes sure to keep his promises. Their connection through their contract gives him the inkling that something is up to begin with. He doesn't bother knocking, simply teleports right in to the others room to check on him. ]

Are you alright?

[ He's fine, but he knows it's really the only question he can ask in the moment as he moves towards his side to help with whatever he might need or want. ]

( Kazuya appears out of seemingly no where, and Basil jumps a bit and turns towards the other. A hand is at his stomach, but he shakes his head. )

I'm okay, Kazuya-- ( His voice is a little strained. The more time passes, the more he's feeling pressure. )

S-Sorry. I know that you're busy.

Don't be sorry.

[This is, after all, what he wants.

His hands meet Basil's shoulders, and he moves to try and guide him towards his bed, towards a flat surface that he can lay back against, that he can prop himself up against if that's what he chooses.

His comfort is important for this, because it's going to be uncomfortable.]

I'm here to help you with this. You don't need to worry.

( He lets him guide him without any protest, shifting enough to lay on the bed - gently moving to grip at Kazuya's hand.

How much would it hurt? There's no denying the worry in his eyes, despite what's said to him. He isn't ready for any of this. Even so... )

I...

I trust you, Kazuya.

[He'd argue that trusting a demon isn't a particularly good or smart move, but that seems like not the best course of action in the moment, when his attention is split elsewhere like divesting Basil of his pants and underwear.]

It'll be uncomfortable, [He says as he works, presses a kiss to Basil's forehead to try and ease his worries with affection. It's something that's worked in the past, and so he uses it now.] but you can handle it. It shouldn't take too long for you to lay them. You might even find you miss it after.

( His pants are removed, and he doesn't have the mindset to protest. It's uncomfortable, and the pressure--

His thoughts are cut off when he feels pain spike through his body, a soft cry escaping him as he tries to shift - tries to sit up and a hand moves to his stomach, looking to Kazuya almost helplessly. )

H... How? How would I-- ( miss it? If this was just the start, then why would he want this again? Then again, he didn't have a choice at this point in time. )

[He doesn't know. But he knows how things have happened in the past, and that's what he has to go off of. All of what he has to go off of. Another kiss, another attempt to ease his fear and trepidation.]

Relax. Sit back. Let your body do the work, alright?

[He doesn't have anything else to say about it, about why he might miss it. There's more pressing concerns right now, and he tries to ease Basil back down.]

( Another contraction ripples through his body, and a hand moves to his stomach as he cries out. His free hand reaches for Kazuya. The kiss might have been comforting, but he wants him - needs him - to stay close to him. It's pain that he's never felt before, pain that he doesn't think he wants to experience again. Still, his legs spread as though on instinct, and his eyes blur with tears, the sound of his heart beat reaching his ears.

The eggs are coming, he can feel the pressure growing all the more intense each time that intense pain fills his very being.

How? How can he relax? )

K-Kazuya....

[He can tell Basil is in pain, that it's more than uncomfortable, but what is he supposed to do about it? There's no magic that can ease what his body is doing to him, and so all Kazuya can do is stay close, press his lips against him and hold his hand as he is taken away by the pain.]

It's okay.

[He'll be fine. He knows this.]

You'll be alright.

( He squeezes that hand tightly, the pressure building up all the more with what feels like each passing second. Despite everything, it's reassuring to have him with him. It feels like Kazuya's all he's really known lately. Would it be so strange that he'd depend on him like this?

He feels it happen in what seems like an instant, something slick and large passing in between his legs - and a soft noise escapes him. His hand lingers on his stomach, pressure still there, but there's a moment's relief in that pressure. He's panting, trying to catch his breath as his fingers linger exactly where that pressure remains.

How many times would this happen? How many eggs were resting inside of him? )

D-Do you think it's alright?

( Despite it all he pushes himself up to see the egg that had been growing inside of him. )

It's fine, don't worry.

[ He says, trying to soothe the other back down, to not push himself to care about something that-

Kazuya feels no attachment to.

It's very non-human of him, and he knows this. Basil cares more for the progeny of his than he could ever. He's simply not the kind of demon who could or would care. Once everything here is done, they'll be sent back to the demon realm to never bother him again.

Only distantly he recognizes thst as something a little cold. ]

Focus on yourself. There's still a few more left to go.

( It's cold. It's the less human version that Basil has seen of Kazuya. He'd feel that such words would be cold, should he speak them. However, he also understands that the logic that demons has is far different than humans do.

A few more-- The words are met with a shuddered breath, a panic that he tries not to let show. He knows he needs to stay calm.

It doesn't take long for that pressure to return, noises escaping him before he can even think to stop himself. He turns on his side, taking in a breath, gripping onto Kazuya's hand tightly as his vision blurs once more. At the least, the first egg helped him learn to focus on anything except for the pain. Another hand moves to grip tightly at sheets. The next egg will pass through at any given second, but the pain in the meantime feels almost unbearable. )

[At least Kazuya is here for him. At least Kazuya is present, as Basil forces the eggs out of him. He doesn't quite know how to comfort him other than to simply be present, to maybe offer a hand for him to squeeze instead of the bedsheet.

He leans in, kissing his forehead, trying to soothe him.]

You're alright. You're doing good.

( Basil's eyes lift to meet with Kazuya, gasping lightly at the kiss. His face his flushed, and breathing uneven. Even so, between how he's struggling right now, the focus on the task at hand, Kazuya's gentle touch is soothing.

All he wants is for him to stay with him. That's more than enough.

His hand grips Kazuya's tightly, knuckles white as yet another egg begins to leave him, Basil crying out quietly at the amount of pressure he feels. With how unnatural it all is, it's strange how it feels like this is all instinct to him, as though his body knows exactly what to do. )

K... Kazuya...

( He calls out for him breathlessly, his entire body shuddering as another egg leaves him, gasping in surprise when relief fills him once more. )

[He keeps his hand in Basil's, giving it an affirming squeeze in conjuction with another kiss to his charge's forehead. More affection to try and ease what he knows to be uncomfortable.

Though the extent of which, he can't say.]

You're almost done, don't worry.

[The free hand of his trails over Basil's stomach, rubbing gentle, as if trying to ease any pressure or discomfort he might be feeling. Though how effective that is remains to be seen.]

( How can he know? Did he really know how many eggs were inside of him? Was it something planned, like all of this was? Could he sense it? Did he have others like Basil before? He doesn't know. He doesn't have time to think of it. All he wants right now is to focus on the kiss to his forehead, the gentle fingers over his stomach. His breathing is scattered, broken as he looks to Kazuya almost helplessly.

It's as comforting as can be, given the situation, his hand moving to the one on his stomach before he feels another surge of pain fill him from his stomach, building all over his body and he feels himself tense up once more, attempting to straighten a bit and willing himself to relax as much as possible. )

I... I can feel it coming!

( He brings another hand upwards, arm covering his eyes when he feels tears once again sting his eyes. He pushes then, desperate for the foreign object to leave him. His entire body feels hot -- too hot -- and it's hard to focus on anything but the pain as a quiet cry leaves him. He clings to the other's hand then, and he can't help but gasp when he feels the last egg leave him, sliding out and safely onto the bed. )

[And just like that, it's done. All of it, and Basil has done his duty admirably, and for it Kazuya rewards him with gentle touches and soft kisses, murmuring sweet nothings into the heated skin there.]

There... All done now. It'll get easier after awhile, so you don't have to worry too much, alright? You can rest now, I'll take care of the rest.

[Is what he says, but he doesn't pull away just yet, instead opting to continue to give the other those reassuring touches and kisses. His brood can wait, after all. They'll be left on their own soon enough.]

( He's fighting to catch his breath as Kazuya speaks, each kiss and touch more reassuring than the last. His presence feels comforting, more than anything else. Despite it all, despite the fact that it's a give and take relationship, he can't help but feel that so strongly.

His hands curl around the other's shirt, wanting to keep him close, needing him near. )

I'm... I'm okay.

But, what happens to them now?

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