Porn Post-Mortems: Seymour & Kasumi at The_Love_Hotel, Part 2

WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT: It's over here, the thread where I lost my manhood.

SO WHAT THE HELL: When we left off last time, I had begun to stick a plot in some PWP out of despair while Kasumi was relentlessly molesting me. Then:

He groaned low in his throat and covered his eyes, flowers of warmth blooming under Kasumi's hands and lips, his hips undulating under the chilling cellular tickle of those intrusive nails. His stomach muscles clenched viciously as he strained towards his teasing touch and he began to pant like a senseless animal. His fingers splayed almost reflexively over the younger man's satiny shoulders.

This was rapidly getting out of control. He had the heartstopping thought that one of them was in grave danger, but he was no longer clear on which.

Seymour was freaking out! It's so unlike him to lose his cool. But then, it's so different for him to be so deliciously attacked like this.

I have to be careful to separate IC and OOC here, which is normally not a problem for me because I deliberately picked a character to play with whose nature is very much like my own.

IC: Seymour is pretty much freaking out.

OOC: I am enjoying the hell out of being taken for a ride but I can't understand why it is that I'm not in control of the situation.

So there are notes of pleasure, confusion, sorrow, lust etc. going on in this tag. All these Kasumi tags are so busy on an emotional level!

Quirking a brow at how easily riled the other man became, Kasumi once again reminded himself that no, he wasn't in Kansas - or to be more specific, Tochigi - anymore and yes, he was probably going to be surrounded by the weirdest, most curious individuals for the rest of his natural, nexus-screwed life. Dipping his head to the centre of a built chest, he allowed himself a moment to inhale the scent that stemmed from the core of his newfound lover, lapping belatedly across a tattoo of a wild animal - lion, dragon? - as clean musk infiltrated his sinuses, holding him captive.

Splaying the hand on Seymour's hip, Kasumi raised his head with a kind smile; younger he might have been, but that really didn't mean anything when he sensed his partner was nearing distress.

"Hey," he quietly muttered, sweeping a caress across the ripples of an abdomen. "You okay there, blue?"

Casually draping a bent knee over a partially-clothed thigh, he let him know without words that he wasn't going anywhere, whatever the answer.

To which Kasumi was delightfully sensitive.

I was totally all "DO NOT FOURTHWALL ME YOU BITCH" IRL but I learned to relax. That's another thing that happened a lot in this thread: me overreacting to stuff just because I was so unused to Kasumi-nature, and having to take a step back and be all "ha ha slow down there big guy."

Hey let's look at a few Textbook Good Things going on in this Kasumi tag.

1. Kasumi is always direct and specific. Dude is gonna lick your chest and you will not have any questions about what he's doing. I totally got whiplash off of this after so many threads, both at TLH and other places, where a guy licking my chest will be worded like "Sparkle-chan delicately placed his oral muscle on a part of Seymour just below his neck and it was soooooo sexy."

2. Kasumi is the opposite of a powergamer. He doesn't have any magic powers, he's not going to make you cum with psionics, he isn't seven feet tall and the world's greatest swordsman. He's just a guy, and in that he gets to do Actual Guy Stuff like be sensitive to his partner's distress and put his tongue all over someone and giggle. He doesn't have a reputation to maintain or face to preserve. Excellent.

3. Kasumi doesn't underwrite or overwrite. I do both with great regularity, so I can particularly appreciate the approach here. Kasumi's actions, thoughts, and words are described clearly yet without excess fat, self-description, internal monologue, etc.

4. You never have to guess what Kasumi wants. He's a cute guy who wants to get his dick wet and wants his partner to have a good time while that happens. The story ends there!

Hard on the heels of this thread I got so involved in a thread that can be best described as amazingly baroque with an Aizen - it was actually impossible for me shake off the intense and very verbal conduct of that thread when coming back to the Kasumi thread. You can see, too, in my Aizen tags where I picked up Kasumi-style conciseness. The byplay amuses me but I worry that I did an injustice to both partners. Anyway.

"You remind me of someone I once knew," He started, his eyes pointlessly searching the canopy of the bed - he sounded as though he were in pain, and if his rock-hard erection and trembling fingers were anything to go by, he might have been. He couldn't finish the thought aloud, though it might have gone something like I cannot tell which debts to repay first, nor your punishment for reminding me of them. Instead he opted for the comparatively safer, "When I brought you here, it was in memoriam, you might say."

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He shifted onto his side, regarding his unlikely companion with a surprising mildness. "I admit defeat. Another round?" He cupped Kasumi's chin in his hand and brushed his thumb over his tender pink lips. "This time as we are, rather than as I was. My name is Seymour."

Hey Seymour, you think the Big Boss Guy routine is maybe falling through?

I had to ask IC for basically a reboot because there was no other way to get Seymour down from his tree. I hope it came off graciously.

Grinning defiantly, he touched the aching length that stood proudly between toned thighs for the first time, stroking experimentally from root to tip and passing the pad of a glancing finger across the inflamed head as he did so, giving a squeeze to enforce his next point.

"I'm Kasumi."

Oh my god, what a dick!

On Seymour.

Kasumi accepts a renegotiation of terms like a good sport: by tickling a hard-on. Would that all contracts were signed-off so.

Still, he got a ruthless grip on his imagination, and thereupon he very meaningfully held Kasumi's lilac eyes with his own. Tensing a very particular set of muscles, he caused his cock to hop and twitch on each syllable of "Pleased to meet you," as he spoke.

IRL ASIDE: the first time a man showed this to me it was in a hotel room in a big American city. I laughed so hard he had to put a pillow over my face so I wouldn't wake up the entire floor/block. The kind of thing one does not forget lightly.

entirely at odds with the random pollution of gouache and cursory soap that surrounded the student,

Kasumi running with his art-student-ness, and

if Seymour was a lion, Kasumi was most definitely a house cat, if a spunky one.

"I love your hair," he mentioned as an after-thought, the cool expansive of it brushing his forehead.

Two nice notes here: Kasumi once again graciously allowing me to have pride of place in name if not in action, and also, an unlooked-for compliment.

It was even more distracting to have his hair complimented. He rolled his eyes up to his forelock, a wry smile tugging his lips. "That's my penis in your hand. Are you talking about my hair only to unman me?"

Which I refused to be a sport about. Actually Kasumi's smart-ass mouth encouraged me to be more of a smart-ass myself than I would normally be IC. I hope the idea of Seymour turning cheap jokes isn't too unbearably OOC but fuckit, it was fun.

As if to assure him that there were no hard feelings - no other hard feelings - he let his hand glide along Kasumi's lean fresh flank nearly to his knee, and then swept up between his thighs quite patiently.

Seymour thought him distractingly beautiful - no, he amended to himself: in his smoothness and shapeliness, and in the instant warmth of his smile, he had the look of an idol.

Yet still, I'm struggling really hard with action in these tags, and I doubt anyone could miss it. I'm touching like an uke here! What the hell.

A big part of it was that I had no sense of Kasumi's body or personality or history aside from the crumbs I had ineffectively gleaned from tags. Check the timestamps on Kasumi's next tag and my reply, and then the next tag and reply. It took me two days to throw two tags, neither of which were more than a few sentences long.

What happened?

Basically I shuddered to a halt. I didn't have enough information to go on. Unlike Sephiroth, there aren't exactly 50,000 shrines to Kasumi all over the internet. Very few pictures, very slim canon backstory, and worse: I had very little to go on in terms of IRL experiences since I've never hopped in the sack with anyone like Kasumi. I had nothing. I was out. My ocean of smut ran dry.

So I sent a panicked drunk PM to Kasumi-mun, basically saying

I CANNOT GO ON IN THIS VOID.

Kasumi-mun, sugar-sweet and sunshiny as Kasumi himself, replied with "lol you are so cute here have a backstory." It was huge and extremely complete! Oh thank fuck. It took me a couple hours to digest it but by the end I felt much better about the character and the -

KANYE VOICE Imma let me finish but I just have to say
It is OF COURSE possible to write smut without having a profound grasp of the character you are smutting with. Of course you can just stick tab A in slot B and call it good, and there's nothing wrong with it. It was eminently possible for Kasumi and me to finish out this thread by writing straight up "my blue-haired guy touches your blond-haired guy" tags.

But it's not what I want and it's not what I like. If I was just in the market for porn/CR I wouldn't drop so many threads. What I really want is to fiddle with interesting minds in sexual territory. It's obvious that Kasumi-mun has an interesting mind, and I couldn't do credit to it or fiddle with it on the kind of personal and intricate terms that I favor while suffering from such punishing ignorance. I've mentioned before that 90% of what I do at TLH is pretext: this is the 10% that isn't.

I had to know. Fortunately Kasumi-mun cleared that hurdle with a few miles to spare.

He squeezed Kasumi's slinky, satiny, flexible body between his knees, smiling down in answer, although a kind of doubt played around the corners of his eyes. "Don't choke."

There was a keen edge of heartbreak mixed up in this uncomplicated pleasure. More than just those he had lost and left, he felt the absence of the sweetness of life as a young man: to have enthusiasm, to believe, to be safe, to be swept away by novelty, to run one's self to exhaustion under the soft sun, to sleep carelessly, to love artlessly.

Something in Kasumi's irrepressible brightness was forcing these old agonies to bubble up from their benthic oubliettes. It was poignant and odd, and yet, as he felt the student's soft breath on his most sensitive parts, he rather ruthlessly decided that there was no time like the present to start enjoying youth.

This is my first tag after the Vulcan Character Mind Meld. I'm still not fully on-board yet but I think I can see where I'm starting to pull my stuff together. This is Seymour drawing mentally into a position of solid ground.

benthic oubliettes. paging Bulwer-Lytton.

"Guess you really are natural," he said, more to amuse himself than Seymour when Kasumi's gaze lingered on downy curls.

Kasumi doesn't miss a beat, heading (ha HA) directly into making fun of Seymour's lovely blue ballhair. If the rest of that tag hadn't been so hot I would have just been annoyed. ^__________________^

Shocks of pleasure like distant lightning rolled through his stomach, and when he felt that clever pink tongue hit there - the nub of a particularly prominent vein on the underside of his cock head - he shuddered and moaned, his hips shifting into the delicious pressure.

Guys dicks have sensitive spots and less sensitive spots. You are doing dicks an injustice if you RP them like they are big undifferentiated hotspots. Good job me!

Kneading the muscles of a taut thigh, he reduced the pace of his bobbing head instead of taking the other route and finishing things quickly. It gave him the opportunity to lavish more attention on the prone spots of a virile body, sucking that much harder and slower, fingernails raking behind the supple curve of a knee. With the added help of a set rhythm, Kasumi timed a reverberating moan around the patterns his tongue traced over salty skin, taking a deep breath.

I haven't been delving into it too much but when this scene was developing, I was mostly thinking "shit this is a much better beej than I administered to Sephiroth." I was a little jealous and a little (okay a lot) turned on. I mean Seymour was turned on. Ha ha. Because it would be ridiculous otherwise.

It's a good beej because there's a ton of activitiy, specifically described (as we've noted about Kasumi before) and without trepidation of any kind. Straightforward, clear, and hot. Pretty much perfect! Man this couldn't get much better, could it! I got my character backstory, my killer beej, some nice plot developing, nothing can go wrong here!

Rising up after a few more lengthy seconds, he lapped soothingly and replaced his mouth with a hand, stroking with sensual intent. Coughing quietly, he cleared his throat and swallowed, returning the raw insides to their saliva-coated state and leaning on an elbow as he kissed his way back up a chest, nipping the tail of an intricate tattoo.

A little hoarse, he asked, "Are you okay with me taking you?"

*NEEDLE SLIDING OFF RECORD* OH WHAT THE SHI~



In the next part, we'll take a look at the loltastic fallout from this tag (which basically put my entire porn world on notice!)