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Julius had barely stepped through the front doors before the air was blowen away from the sheer force of the hug man that snatched Yukie away in a blur of pink. He blinked, stunned. The man spinning Yukie around like a ragdoll was… dazzling, to say the least. Neon pink shirt, matching violently bright spiky hair, pants so tight Julius was fairly sure they violated some laws of physics — and a presence that filled the room louder than the actual volume of his voice. So this was Gunther. Julius had expected someone flamboyant since Yukie had warned him. But nothing could’ve prepared him for the tornado of affection and glittering charm that was now glued to Yukie’s side like a starved cat reunited with its favorite pillow. He kept his distance at first, standing just past the threshold of the salon like someone cautiously entering a sacred space, unsure of the rituals. [“My! My this must be the Julius!”] The way Gunther said his name sounded like it was candy on his tongue. It made Julius straighten up on instinct as the person was approaching, eyes sharp and delighted, gaze taking in every detail with the precision of a fashion sniper. Before Julius could speak, he was enveloped in a surprisingly gentle hug, the contrast to the whirlwind attack on Yukie almost jarring. [“A true diamond in beauty~! Course it looks like you let Yukie take his damn kitchen shears and health treatments to ya!”] Julius opened his mouth to defend himself or maybe Yukie, but was already being guided to a chair with a hand on his shoulder, Gunther muttering something about “tragedies of dry skin” and “a complete lack of exfoliation.” He glanced helplessly at Yukie, who ~traitorously~ was already lounging with a magazine and pretending this was normal. Then Julius sat down. And immediately forgot if he had wanted to argue. The salon chair felt like a cloud dipped in velvet and dreams. There was champagne on the table. A bowl of perfectly chilled grapes beside it. Soft music floating through hidden speakers. For a moment, Julius just... melted. Whatever his opinion of Gunther, the man knew how to create comfort. Still, he kept his ears open, curious as the two demons bantered. Their words occasionally dipping into that fluid, sharp-sounding demonic language that always gave Julius the impression of layered meanings. Even the air seemed to buzz differently when they spoke it. He caught his name again and perked up. Gunther turned toward him, a sparkle in his eyes that danced on the edge of teasing. [“You didn’t teach him yet?”] Julius raised an eyebrow. [“Afraid everyone will air out your dirty laundry?”] A slow grin tugged at the corners of his mouth despite himself. He liked the way Gunther talked, even if it was a little overwhelming at first. There was no ill will in the man’s jabs, only affection and dramatic flair. Gunther soon began fussing with products, towels, and what looked like the most luxurious set of skincare items Julius had ever seen outside a high-end boutique. Then, a stack of sleek, leather-bound books appeared beside him, covers in everything from English to demonic script to phonetic charts. [“I taught your children English and demonic when it came to schooling… even the grandbaby... Haru in one weekend.”] That caught Julius’s attention. His gaze slid to the books, then to Gunther, and finally to Yukie, who gave nothing away except a small smirk behind his magazine. Demonic language well it wasn’t the first time he had spoke about learning it with Yukie. But with everything happening he had forgotten about it. So the idea wasn’t entirely new. Yukie had always used it casually around the house or with other demons, but never pushed it on Julius. Now, with Gunther here, it felt like the invitation was on the table in a tangible way. [“Should I sign Shan up alongside Julius?”] Yukie’s voice broke thought before he could response. [“As for Julius, well I have no say. It depends if he wants to. I won’t persuade him or demand him to.”] Julius appreciated that. He hated when people decided things for him, especially things as personal as learning a new language, one that clearly held deep ties to culture, identity, and even magic. He looked again at the books, at the symbols he couldn’t yet read, at Gunther’s warm smile and Yukie’s relaxed confidence. He thought about Haru, about Shan, about the grandbaby who could swear in demonic before most kids could spell -cat-. And if he was gonna teach demon kids magic wasn’t it best he knew of their native tongue as well? Julius leaned back in the chair, letting the warm towel Gunther had draped over his shoulders settle in. His hand drifted to one of the books, fingers lightly tracing the title. “…You know,” he said casually, “I’ve always liked a challenge.” Gunther lit up. “Oh honey, that’s what I like to hear.” "I was actually already thinking of learning it. As Yukie's mate I want to understand him. I know a few simple words..but not something you can use in a regular conversation." Julius bite back a smirk as he looked back at Yukie. Of coures he meant the things Yukie mumbled doing sex. Julius wasn’t sure when the switch happened. When he went from stiff to genuinely relaxed. But it was sometime in the light funny conversation and the warm towel Gunther had wrapped around his face. It smelled faintly of citrus and sandalwood, the kind of clean, scent that made him feel like he’d just stepped out of a forested temple rather than inside a salon. Gunther worked with the ease and flair of someone who had done this a thousand times, his movements both efficient and indulgent. Like a chef preparing a gourmet meal. Every motion, from applying a clay mask to gently massaging Julius’s temples, was done with reverence. “You’ve got good bones, darling. Strong jaw, nice cheekbones… but this,” Gunther muttered, gently tugging at a lock of Julius’s hair with clear disdain, “this is a crime scene.” Julius cracked a grin beneath the face mask. “It’s not that bad.” “Oh sweetie,” Gunther cooed, “I’ve seen wild werewolves with better layers. But don’t worry. Gunther is going to make you look like you walked out of a high-fashion spread and onto the cover of Demon Vogue.” Julius thought he heard Yukie chuckled from his chair, but wasn’t sure. After carefully removing the face mask, Gunther patted Julius’s skin dry with another warm towel and began the moisturizing process. His fingers moved in practiced circles, pressing serums and creams into Julius’s skin with a light touch that somehow managed to feel both firm and luxurious. There were cooling jade rollers, followed by some kind of golden eye treatment Julius couldn’t even pronounce. By the time the skincare was done, Julius felt like all his pores were breathing better. Gunther spun the chair with a dramatic flourish, fingers steepled under his chin as he examined Julius’s face like it was a particularly difficult equation. “Now,” he declared, combing his hands through the disheveled blond waves, “let’s talk about this… situation on your head.” Julius raised an eyebrow. “I thought it was a crime scene?” “A crime scene,” Gunther repeated gravely, “but one with potential. Like a gorgeous run down ruin. We’re going to restore it, not bulldoze it.” Julius said he didn’t want it too short at the top but then said he didn’t have a preference either. So Gunther was free play. The clippers didn’t come out right away. Gunther started with a spritz of something that smelled faintly herbal like rosemary, mint, maybe something a little arcane. It was combed through the thick, sunlit waves with surprising tenderness. His fingers worked deftly, separating strands, gauging natural fall and curl. He talked as he worked, but Julius barely registered the words. There was a rhythm to it now and the quiet low hum of soft music in the background, the snip-snip-snip of sharp scissors, and Gunther's occasional satisfied hums. Little by little, the untamed mass of hair began to transform. Shaped into something, still wild in places but with deliberate intent. The sides were tapered subtly, the top left longer, the natural wave sculpted to fall just so. It wasn’t too polished. Julius would’ve hated that but it felt alright. When Gunther finally put the scissors down and stepped back, Julius tilted his head, inspecting the new cut in the hand mirror je had been given. He looked different. Not like someone else cause it was still him. He just looked so much more polished. “…Can I keep some of the hair?” he asked suddenly, eyes still on the mirror. Gunther blinked. “The hair?” Julius nodded. “Yeah. Just a few locks. For something.” There was a pause, not of suspicion, just mild surprise before Gunther gave a short nod. “Of course, darling. Bit sentimental, are we?” Julius gave the barest hint of a smile. “Something like that.” Without asking further, Gunther selected a few soft, curled clippings from the pile near the chair, the most intact that still held the sun-kissed gold and bend of natural wave and placed them neatly into a small linen sachet. He handed it over to Julius. Julius tucked it into his jacket pocket. And then he sat back, letting Gunther do the final touch-ups, the styling, the light mist of setting spray that smelled faintly of bergamot. When he looked at himself through the tiny mirror again, he didn’t just look nice. He looked transformed. Gunther dusted off the last stray hairs from Julius’s neck with a flick of his brush, then gave a satisfied sigh that sounded like he’d just finished sculpting a marble statue rather than styling hair. “There,” he announced, spinning the chair slowly. “The unveiling.” Julius bite his lip as the chair turned. The new cut framed his face different, more mature. The soft waves were still there, but refined now, deliberate. His jaw looked sharper, eyes more focused. He barely recognized himself for a second… and then realized he did. This was just a version of himself he hadn’t seen before. Gunther rested a hand lightly on Julius’s shoulder and gestured toward Yukie. “Well?” Gunther said with a theatrical sweep of his other hand. “Did I deliver, or did I deliver?” Julius lifted his head and met Yukie’s eyes. Julius didn’t say anything, but he smiled shyly, and that was enough to satisfie Gunther. With the silence stretching between the two lovebirds, he gave a smug little smirk and stepped back like an artist admiring his work from a distance. “I’ll give you two a moment,” he said, already moving toward the back, humming under his breath. “Just don’t mess up the hair.” Julius stayed in the chair a bit longer, fingers brushing through the soft, freshly-styled waves on top. It still felt strange to him with a more light head, but he really liked it. His eyes wandered away shyly. His voice was maybe a little excited and nervous for Yukie’s respons. “…do you like it?.. cause I do” ----------------------------------- "Lucky the beach is privat and I know the owner" Yumros grinned when he felt Haruhi hot member poking against him. When Haruhi let out a soft moan, it sparked something primal in Yukie. The demon pressed himself down against Haruhi. Pushing his lower body against the centaur's goins. Just to give him a little stimulants. when Haruhi responded, he slipped his hand beneath Haruhi’s neck, fingers trailing briefly along the sensitive skin before tangling firmly in his hair. He gripped a handful, not harshly, but with enough force to hold Haruhi in place. With Haruhi's head gently but firmly tilted back, Yukie crushed their mouths together in a kiss that burned with intensity. It was no tender, this was raw and consuming. He kissed Haruhi like he needed him to breathe, like he was claiming every part of this beautiful being through every single point of contact. His lips and tongue moved with purpose, devouring every soft sound Haruhi made, his mate melted away beneath him. And all the while, Yumro watched his lover as he was utterly in control of him. Yumro knew he was walking a very thin line. There was a powerful - strong, wild part of him, aching to be reveal. To show more of himself to his mate. To stop holding back. To let Haruhi see everything he was, unfiltered. But he also knew the truth: saying he felt better and being truly healed were two very different things. The road to recovery was still long, and he wasn’t at the end of it yet. Even so, hearing Haruhi say those words. That he felt better. Was making Yumro’s heart swell in his chest. It was like warmth breaking through cold water. Because that meant that the healing was working. What Fairy did was helping him, and was making a huge difference. Yumro wanted to believe it would work. But Yumro’s chest wasn’t the only thing swelling at the moment. His cock had been slowly growing stiff and was not pressing up against Haruhi's erection. He thrusted his hips just a little to tease Haruhi before releasing his grib on the other's neck and sat up with slightly swollen wet lips. Then Yumro did something unexpected. Without warning, he reached down and grabbed Haruhi by the ankles, his grip was firm and in one smooth pull, he dragged him a few inches down the bed, away from the headboard, the soft rustle of sheets beneath them the only sound between shallow breaths. Before Haruhi could fully process the movement, Yumro lifted his legs deliberate, guiding them upward. The motion forced Haruhi’s lower back to curve off the mattress, his body folding naturally under Yumro’s control. His knees bent close toward his chest, and his legs were soon raised high, feet hovering above his head as his back arched and his hips tilted upward. In the end, he was rolled up onto his back, legs folded above him, ass lifted completely into the air, fully exposed and vulnerable beneath Yumro’s strong hands. There was something possessive in the way he held him there. Yumro wore that devilish had some grin. It properly should have been a clean warning sign to Haruhi that he was onto mischief. Using one arm to hold up most of Haruhi weight, he used the other to part Haruhi's buttcheeks. Haruhi's cute little hole was pink and inviting. When Yumro blew air against it, it twisted excitedly. When he liked it with his warm tongue he could feel it pulsing. Yumro nipple at the soft flesh between Haruhi's ass and balls. Before he pressed the tip of his tongue against the hole and slipped his was in with the help of their mixed spit. He tongue fuck the centaur to prepare him simpelthen to show off his strenght and care for his mate. They needed a lot of loosening if Haruhi was going to keep urging him on. He properly wouldn't be able to be gentle with him, not once his little mate turned his inner slut on.

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Adrian chuckles as he looks at Cody, "your reactions are so cute," he then slowly pulls his cock out of Cody, "fine, I will give you a break for now," he teases.

Cory flinches by the sudden tug and looks, grabbing the man's arm and gets up, twisting it behind his back, "what the fuck are you doing," he glares at the man. Akira jolts by the sudden outburst and looks at Cory. Shuji perks his head up and glances over at Cory while licking at his lips. "Ow! Let the fuck go," the man tries to get out of Cory's grasp.

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