What you are is what you have been. [OPEN]

[its_dad_sanzo]

Who: Koumyou Sanzo and OPEN!
Where: All over the place!
When: Any time between the 3 questions event (Imagination 21) and the next mission.
What: A bunch of prompts and a wildcard, take your pick!
Warnings: Devero thread: some hot and heavy PDA toward the very end, and a minor reference to Dev's highly-abusive past relationship.


xxxxxWhat you'll be is what you do now.

( In all prompts, Koumyou is in his full Sanzo uniform, not train-issued clothes. )

xxxxx🌙 Cleaning and Singing

Blue team is supposed to clean, and so that's what Koumyou's doing. The priest has a broom and a dustpan, and... no plan! He can be found sweeping up the main walkways mostly, and doing an alright job of it.

And as he works, the priest is singing to himself. Quietly enough that one would have to actively listen to hear it clearly, but it's there. The chances are good that he's not even aware he's doing it. He has a lovely singing voice, even at a low volume.

xxxxx🌙 Meditating

Koumyou's found an out of the way corner somewhere, and has sat down on the floor in full lotus position, eyes closed and breathing slow and even. One could almost think he's asleep, except his back is far too rigid, and his head's not even drooping.

Is the light a little brighter, in this corner? A little colder, almost like... moonlight?

xxxxx🌙 Meditating Napping

It's been long enough since the mission on Nion that Koumyou is no longer sleeping in every random nook and cranny in the train to recover, but that doesn't mean he won't still occasionally nod off somewhere inconvenient.

Is he drooling on one of the tables in the dining car? Snoring quietly in the cinema car? Slumped over onto his side in a seat in the standard car?

Maybe someone should wake him up.

xxxxx🌙 Smoking

There's only a few places Koumyou Sanzo won't smoke. The cabin he shares with three kids, and the hospital car. He's nowhere near the walking chimney his son grows up to be, but at least once a day the priest will light up a single plain, filtered cigarette.

It takes the edge off, and no one wants Koumyou Sanzo to not take the edge off.

xxxxx🌙 Wildcard?

xxxxx(Wildcard.)

Comments

[its_dad_sanzo]

"I was twenty-two! Everyone else in the squad was older than me."

After all, he'd become the youngest ever to make Sanzo, at least until Ukoku broke his record by a few years, and then Genjo by a lot.

[subcircuits]

"Young enough to still be an idiot, then," he says, punching Koumyou lightly in the shoulder. "Although I don't know what the rest of your squad's excuse was."

[its_dad_sanzo]

"I'm an extremely good influence?" Koumyou laughs, "If you hadn't noticed!"

Got Devero here playing hooky, after all.

[subcircuits]

"Well, you are a super holy magical priest now," he says, "so you have to have to had something going for you, even back then."

[its_dad_sanzo]

"Super holy magical priest sounds like a movie character!"

He'll take it. It sounds awesome.

But for now, he twists to grab his tea off the table, and takes a drink. Gotta wash the memory-taste of Mistake Stew out of his mouth.

"Hey, Devero?"

[subcircuits]

"Probably a more interesting one than the Governator," he says with a fresh bubble of laughter. "I'd watch it."

Not that he needs to, since he's living it.

He looks over. "Yes, Koumyou?" he says, mostly for an excuse to say his name aloud again.

[its_dad_sanzo]

Does that make you the young and pretty love interest, Devero?

Yes, probably it does.

Koumyou smiles at hearing his name, and asks, "...Can I kiss you?"

He hasn't initiated one, so far!

cw abuse trauma

[subcircuits]

Let's just say it wouldn't be the first time.

They've shared a few kisses by now, since agreeing to be-- whatever they are-- but always at Devero's request. And given the nature of his last "serious relationship", coupled with Koumyou's reserve with certain things-- well, it's been only too easy for Devero to default mentally to the role he played against his Madame. The needy one, the over-sexual one, the desperate one. Always offering his favors up, and having them reciprocated as an indulgence to him.

He's been struggling so hard to keep himself in check, so as not to overwhelm Koumyou with his everything. And even if he doesn't actively think about it this way, up until now their brief smooches have been, to Devero, 'something he does to humor me'.

So for Koumyou to ask, directly? To initiate and to seek Devero's consent before actually doing anything?

Devero's whole face lights up. "Yes," he breathes. "Oh yes, please."

[its_dad_sanzo]

And so this time, it's Koumyou reaching for Devero's face, cupping it between his partially-covered hands as he leans in close. Eyes drifting shut, his soft lips brush against Devero's, once, twice...

"I feel like there's something more I could be doing here," the priest murmurs against Devero's lips, "I just don't know what. But I want to."

[subcircuits]

Devero's eyes close as Koumyou leans in, his breath catching in his throat when the priest brings their lips together. He initiates the third gentle brush of his lips against Koumyou's, then murmurs himself, "May I show you?"

[its_dad_sanzo]

Koumyou's heart is pounding in his chest.

"Please."

[subcircuits]

Reaching up to cup the back of Koumyou's neck with one hand, Devero opens his mouth against Koumyou's. Tongue darting out, he tastes the seam of the priest's lips.

[its_dad_sanzo]

The priest makes a soft sound of surprise, but if anything he shifts closer on the bench, folded leg dropping off the side. His hands move, too, fingers sliding up into Devero's hair.

"Please," Koumyou murmurs again, his lips gently parted.

[subcircuits]

Devero groans against his mouth as Koumyou's hand slide into his hair. His tongue answers the priest's plea, but not with words; he deepens the kiss, tasting Koumyou's mouth the way he's wanted to since their first meeting.

[its_dad_sanzo]

Oh, that's a noise that makes Koumyou's heart beat even harder. He can feel his face heating, even as his fingers instinctively tighten in Devero's hair.

Just gotta, you know, hold onto something. Anything. Mouth pliant and open to Devero's kissing, but he's not completely passive despite his lack of experience. His tongue chases after Devero's in a hot slide, and something suspiciously close to a moan happens at the back of his throat.

[subcircuits]

He shudders a little, breaking the kiss long enough to pant a request against Koumyou's lips; "Harder." He doesn't think to clarify, just goes in for another hot kiss, his tongue tangling with Koumyou's clumsier one enthusiastically.

[its_dad_sanzo]

Well, Koumyou definitely isn't in charge of what's going on with their mouths enough to do that harder, so that leaves...

His hands.

It's an easy request to comply with, even though his world is trying to narrow to their lips and tongues and teeth. Slick and hot, intimate, tasting of Devero.

Koumyou's hands tighten in the other man's hair, and even drags him back from the kiss by it after a few moments, just enough so the priest can gasp out, "Should we... move?"

This is starting to approach the line between PDA and something a lot more private.

And he doesn't want to just stop, as evidenced by his mouth immediately returning to Devero's. One hand leaves his hair to dart down and grab onto the back of his shirt instead.

Another tiny break, "We should move."

cw they gettin hot and heavy now

[subcircuits]

Up until this instant, Devero has had the best of intentions. He's going to take it slow with Koumyou, introduce him to things at a gentle pace. He knows that he can be-- intense-- and Koumyou's comfort is important to him.

Then Koumyou pulls his hair.

He's always had a thing for that, and the effect it has on him is immediate and only exacerbated when the priest uses that grip on his hair to separate them. His pupils are blown wide with desire, his chest heaving for air as they separate. "We should--" he agrees, disjointedly, then just groans again as Koumyou closes with him once more.

"Nng-- yes," he pants when they break apart again. He's the one who separates them bodily, but only so he can swoop Koumyou up into his arms. "Where to?" he growls.

[its_dad_sanzo]

And he's swooped! Koumyou loops an arm around behind Devero's neck, using it as leverage to close in on the guy's mouth again. Teeth against lips this time, and tongue, and--

But when he breaks away next, he points with his other hand, visibly shaking. "Next door, there's... little rooms that lock."

Rooms that lock and don't let sound out.

Pity about the glass doors, but, one hurdle at a time.

[subcircuits]

"Yes." Devero kisses him. "That's perfect." And again, nipping on the priest's lower lip. He could stand there and kiss the other man absolutely breathless, but-- they really should move.

Tightening his arms around Koumyou, he all but runs for the end of the car and the cabin beyond...