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[ Caught between the two sensations, Kizuna shivers, skin raising slightly under the gentle chill of his affection. He feels it, the slow, hot release of blood beading from toothmarks, and then the coolness that laves it away. Brows knitting, Kizuna tips his head back and lets his eyes flutter closed, sinking into it. Empathy flourishes with nothing to taint it, no inky blights from the effects of his suit. There are simply words and the emotions behind them, the way he presses the flats of fingers reverently into scarred skin.

It's one of the only times he's ever felt that it's something pure. ]

What is that? [ Murmured and curious. ] I didn't feel that before.

Cryo. [He never brought up his Vision with anyone. The only one who really knew that he had it was because they had caught sight of it before, but he had hidden it away all this time. With it not being anything more than just a pretty bauble, he thought it safer to keep it hidden away just like he had when he first had it. Now that he can feel the familiar chill that it channels through him, he feels much less cautious now that he can make use of it.

He lets his hand wander farther up until focusing a chill to the tips of his fingers; rubbing them against one of the empath's nipples.] You don't like? [There's a playful tone in his voice as cold fingers pinches the nub.]

— ah... [ Huffed, the skin of his nipple hardening and pinking beneath the cold touch. His body curls a little. ] Cryo. Ice?

[ Some sort of magic. Later, he thinks, he'd like to better trace the shape of what it feels like, importance suffused into its make. Right now though, he's not trying to think past much else but those chilled pinpoints of touch laying intimately into his hot skin. He feels the opposing sensations zip up his spine and shake out his nerves. ]

It's yours. [ Surely he must know by now. ] Of course I like it.

Mhmm... [He starts to slowly push Kizuna's shirt up with one hand as his other one continues to tease and play with the other's chest. His attention is to tease and rile the other up some more, but he stills as the other's words cut through everything like a hot knife.

A sharp intake of breath before he lets out an exhale and the air is suddenly so heavy. It's yours. Of course I like it. It sinks into his skin in such a way that shakes him deep into his core. Wriothesley, who had only what he had made for himself and the easy way the other seems to take every part of him and accept and even want it.

Well, how can he not want this man as much as he does?]

Damn it. [He licks his lips as he sits upright, running a hand through his bangs.] Sorry, but I think you might have to stay the night here.

[ Kizuna's skin aches at the sudden absence of hands on it after all this slow building of touch, but the sight above him is enough to make him forget, even if only in the moment. He doesn't realize just how attuned he is to Wriothesley until the man's sudden inhale feels as though it's cracking through his own lungs, like he's the one who's forgotten to breathe. Usually... a rift like that comes with consequences, his heart's foresight turning against him.

But Wriothesley knows those tides, the same ones that sink down into his skin as if they belong there with him. He's the only one. Kizuna stares at him, dumbfounded, gaze roving over scarred skin and up, hollowing on the look in his steely eyes — ]

I would. [ ...he swallows, feeling his heart hammer in his throat. ] I mean, I want to. I want to stay with you.

[He laughs a little as he gets off lap.] Trésor... It no longer is a choice.[Wriothesley bends over to press kisses from Kizuna's stomach and traveling up to their chest as he slowly pushes the hem of the empath's shirt higher and higher.]

I feel like I warned you well about riling me up. [He grazes his teeth over one of theose pert nipples before sinking his teeth down on Kizuna's chest, intent to leave more marks.] I hope you had no plans for the rest of the day.

[He tilts his head, the steel blues almost completely blacked out and a dangerous grin on his lips.]

[ He made this broken bed and now he has to lay in it.

Kizuna's chest twinges and his gut pulls taut at the sudden lay of those teeth into him, the awful glare in Wriothesley's eye. His body weaves with it, anticipation and delight flourishing as a shudder, a low moan rolled in the back of his throat. It would have been enough to simply be on the other end of that force, but to know it'd been kindled and stoked to life this strongly because of his genuine desires...

It's doing horrible to things to him. Kizuna huffs, a little knocked off his balance by it but no less eager. ]

Only to see you. [ Sterling, low. ] But suddenly I'm feeling overdressed for it...

[ Gold flashes prettily beneath long lashes and Kizuna taps his foot against the back of Wriothesley's thigh. ]

[Desire burns through his blood and intermingles with Kizuna's own. There is something about the other that has him so hopelessly attracted. The move of their body and the sounds they make is so sweet and he's addicted.

He lavishes the other with more attention, cool touches and hot tongue, for a moment before pulling away. He doesn't move very far, shoving some of the stuff off his bed.

He settles between Kizuna's legs with a smirk. Hungry and wanting settles in steel blue eyes.] I'll help you with your pants. [Fingers tease the skin at the hem of Kizuna's pants before lowering his head, working the button open with his tongue while he gently palms at the empath's crotch.]

[ Oh. It's a sight that makes his mouth go dry. Kizuna presses his fingers to his lips instantly to keep from uttering a noise that he would absolutely never live down this early into it. The quick upswing in his pulse has his cock twitching against the attentions, gaze transfixed in spite of his body's heated restlessness with a man like him poised so dangerously between his legs. ]

Hah — another talent, Wriothesley?

[ His throat thuds, head falling back slightly in disbelief at how much that's turning him on. ]

I'll never get over you.

Consider it a party trick. [He laughs a little, cool breath against the warming skin of Kizuna's abdomen.] You pick up things here and there.

[Which really does nothing to prepare Kizuna for anything Wriothesley does. The boxer carefully captures the zipper of his pants between his teeth and carefully unzips the other with just his mouth. Sometimes you learn to do things to definitely keep one's attention and he wants the empath to look, think, feel only him.

He tugs the article of clothing down so he can immediately run his tongue against Kizuna's clothed cock.] I'm greedy, remember? That's exactly what I want.

[ All teeth. It riles him every time, cold breath caressing over his skin, eliciting goosebumps and nerves grazed over by newness, by a familiar sensation not feeling how his body remembers that it should. Kizuna inhales, the breadth of it highlighting the steeple of his ribs as he stretches into the roll of Wriothesley's tongue. Fingers still press at his lips, holding in a quiet whine. For Kizuna, the ambient desire is almost as potent as the physical one. ]

You're not greedy enough. [ He answers, intent to goad him on. A cant of his head highlights the bitemark he'd left, pressed raw and red over the one made by someone else. ] Not for everything I want to give you.

[ The way he can look at him, think about it, feel only him. ]

[Kizuna is terrible for his inhibitions. Terrible for his heart. And really, that just makes them so very perfect in his eyes. And it's so easy for the other to feel affection and adoration roll off the boxer. It shines in his eyes and lingers at the corner of his lips. Wriothesley wants this man in so many ways.]

Oh, you're really out to spoil me. How will I live without you when you promise so much. [They're really playing this stupid game, huh?

But Wriothesley busies himself with getting rid of Kizuna's underwear. Is it so he doesn't have to linger on what he said? A little bit. But also, he really just wants a taste of this man. He grabs the hem of Kizuna's undergarments with his teeth and tugs the material down to finally free the other's cock so he can press a cool kiss to it.]

I wonder... [ Breathed out, soft in the core of his chest. ] But, you'll have to forgive me right now, okay? I don't want to think about anything without you.

[ Kizuna could tell him, but he doesn't think he'd be able to describe the way Wriothesley has won a place in his heart. So yeah, he's going to play the stupid game, the words molten and sugary on his tongue while he's being undressed, having his most sensitive skin kissed so coolly. Reaching out with his free hand, he combs his fingers through the boxer's hair, thumb brushing browline, reaching for the hook of his ear to pull him in closer. His cock throbs with want for more of that. ]

Please?

[Isn't this a little too romantic for just sex?

More so, hasn't it been like this everytime? He doesn't linger too much on those thoughts, letting them settle in the back of his mind while he focuses on the man in front of him. Ultimately, it's not like he needs to put words to whatever it is at the moment. He can enjoy what he has in front of him.] There isn't anything you could do that I wouldn't forgive already. [It's said with utmost confidence. Despite all his trust issues and difficulties with vulnerability with others, there is no doubt in his mind that Kizuna would never do anything to shatter whatever they have between each other.]

I can't say no to that. [He runs his tongue up against the underside, one hand moving wrap around the man's length as he reaches the tip. Wriothesley teases the slit with the tip of his tongue before sucking on the head. His other hand blindly maneuvers to pull one of the storage areas open. There's really convenience with a small room. It's easy to pull stuff out from the built in storage areas. He blindly pulls whatever is out of them. Some of his clothes, a pair of fuzzy handcuffs, and finally the bottle of lube he had been blindly trying to find.]

[ Closer and still, the teasing rounds of tongue and shallow attentions of his lips over the crown of him makes Kizuna feel so full that it's nearly painful. And as if the sight of him between his legs wasn't hot enough, the swell of emotions behind it crashes through him like a tide, the pull of it warm and lulling in comparison — Wriothesley hadn't promised him anything. But it shines in the unexplored corners of his heart as if he had, something that feels so much like trust.

His heels drag fitfully against ruined sheets; it takes real effort to not slope his hips into the fit of his mouth, so in a way it's lucky that he can turn his head to watch the cascade of items that come out of the drawer. The handcuffs get a quick quirk of his brow and he has to look the other way, laughter trembling in his chest. ]

[He pauses and pulls off Kizuna's cock with a huff.]

What's so funny? I can tell you're laughing. [No matter how much they hold back, he can see it in molten gold. In the corners of their mouth. He drags a finger up the side of Kizuna's length with an attempt at a pout. It's an attempt because he can't help but smile.

He picks up the handcuffs with a click of his tongue.] Do you really wanna play with fire right now, Kizuna~? I'm a warden, after all. [Those aren't normal handcuffs either.] You better behave, sweetheart.

[As if telling someone to behave will get them to behave.]

[ At every turn, this man manages to surprise him. Even in the throes of his most sentimental thoughts, the sudden spark of playfulness catches and ignites. Kizuna finally releases some of the laughter he'd been holding in, waving the hand he'd been using to muffle it with around. ]

Hah, no, no, don't punish me for being curious! [ he is INNOCENT ] Can't I be a little surprised, warden?

[ He knows he should probably not be a stupid little clown about this. But it's so hard. ]

I'll behave. [ A fond rake of nails into Wriothesley's hair behind his ear. ] Put your mouth on me again instead and I'll do whatever you want.

[The sweet sounds of Kizuna's laughter honestly is more of a turn on than he realizes. There's just something so satisfying to hear the other happy. The Opera Epiclese could not have a show with the best opera singer that he would rather hear than this.]

You could have just asked, brat. They gave it to me when I arrived. I still have the card it came with somewhere. [They can have a good laugh over that too. He tosses the handcuffs back in with his other stuff. To be forgotten once again.

He blows cool air over Kizuna's length.] If you say pretty please, I'll consider it. [His smile turns a little more wicked.]

And if you fuck my face. [Ever so shameless. He has no qualms just saying what he wants as he takes the head of Kizuna's cock back into his mouth, tongue rubbing over the tip and crown.]

[ His expression twists, flirtatious incredulity pressed into the fondness of his eyes, his smile. ]

I was a little — nnh... [ That cool air coming from the flute of his lips is still catching him off his guard every time it happens. ] Busy...

[ They've barely done anything in this capacity and it's a little intense for him to feel like he wants him so badly it would take next to nothing to undo his thoughts. He acted up and it's gotten him exactly what he was warned it would, leaving him with tunneling vision and a heightened pulse. His cock quivers between his lips, eager for more. ]

Pretty please? [ Dulcet and soft. ] Take me in all the way. I won't leave you wanting.

[He chuckles around Kizuna's cock, the vibrations traveling down the empath's length.

His heart flutters at the sweet, coy tone. Damn if he isn't completely done for when it comes to this guy. Wriothesley tucks messy layers of hair behind his ear and decides that he won't tease the other any longer. If he wants him to swallow their length, then he was going to do it like a champ.

It takes only one fell swoop for Wriothesley to swallow Kizuna's cock to the hilt; the head hitting the back of his throat and nose pressed into pubic hair. Instead of any show of choking or feeling uncomfortable, he merely moans around the hardened member.]

[ Even if he could have envisioned what this would be like, it pales in the light of watching it happen to him. When cool breath gives way to the warm well of his mouth, past teeth and over tongue, further and further until he suddenly feels the soft back of Wriothesley's throat — he can't help but snare his fingers into his hair, kneading at the messy locks to ride out that flagrant sensation.

His breath hitches second and he bites his lip, muscle pulling taut throughout his abdomen. When he breathes out it's shaky with affection and desire, content to feel the flutter of his moan, the wet clutch of him. ]

Of course you would. [ He literally asked for it. ] I wish you knew how good you looked like that...

[Eyelashes flutter as he soaks in the feeling of fingers tangled hair and the gentle pressure against his scalp. A part of him finds himself enchanted by the sweet gentleness. Another part of him craves for the bite and sting.

He looks at the other before they crinkle at the corners with a look filled with mirth and pure fondness before he starts to bob his head. His tongue slides against the underside and there's the sloppy sounds as he sucks on the hardened length as he pulls almost completely off, only to go back down on the other.

Wriothesley does not care to be neat. The sounds are messy and drool drips down his chin as he sucks the other off.]

[ There's a sort of comfort to this that Kizuna doesn't think he could name even if he was in the space to: Wriothesley is giving him a filthy display to remember, the lewd sucking sounds and the soaking wet embrace of his mouth as it molds to his cock. And it's that exact lack of pretense and decorum he's brought with him to every other encounter that makes it feel so good, that makes him sound so honest in the spill of soft gasps and moans from his mouth.

He's still attentive to the rhythm of it, letting it settle into the drench of his pulse as it drums throughout his body — throat, belly, inner thighs. It doesn't take long for him to keep his end of the promise, fingers gripping tight into the boxer's hair as he rocks his hips to plunge into his mouth, searching for the space where all the movement aligns. ]

[Sex is just meant to be messy. A tangle of limbs and the mix of sweat and spend with the desperate want of each other on their tongues. The messier, the better. If not just to get each other to reach their climax, but because it would mean the other has completely let go and be at their most genuine self. No tight grip of control. Just falling apart and letting him put them back together so he can admire them.

He wants to see Kizuna drunk on arousal and lost in their pleasure. He wants to taste them as though they're the sweetest ambrosia and their sounds the most wonderful symphony.

His eyes slide close as he moans shamelessly around Kizuna's cock. The stinging grip in his hair to the slick slide of the length working down his throat. Heavenly. And he lets the other take hold and control; to rut and chase their pleasure with his mouth. He blindly opens the bottle of lube open and warms the slick substance with his finger before sliding calloused fingers over the insides of the man's thighs and gently easing them between Kizuna's cheeks to rub at the empath's entrance.]

[ It has to be because it's him that it feels the way it does, each roll and plunge of his length into Wriothesley's mouth making him want to grip and thrust deeper. He'd never, anywhere else. With his crown hitting the slippery inside of a cheek and easing further into the clutch of of his throat with every rut — the man's desires drip down against his insides as if molten. His empathy lays him bare, lets Wriothesley get right into his blood. Gaze fluttering, Kizuna watches him between his legs, memorizing the shape his lashes make against his cheek, the flips and curls of hair tangled against the grip of his fingers as he yanks forward slightly as if to say: further.

Only the cursory rub of fingertips against his entrance makes his rhythm slip and his breath stutter quietly in his chest. The reason is probably obvious: the pucker of muscle there is still tight, not tender enough to show signs of any recent use.

Kizuna huffs, the flush of his cheeks warm as his fingers ease their grip, coherent thought returning to him for a flash. ]

I haven't let anyone yet.

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