armwriostle | ♦ [INBOX] ♦

[ 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.

[Oh. Oh.

Wriothesley pulls off Kizuna's cock, a string of saliva still keeping them connected in a salacious way. His free hand gently strokes the other as he presses kisses to the other as though worshipping the hardened length in front of him.]

We don't have to. [His words are simple with no ounce of judgment. If Kizuna didn't want to go that far then there was no reason to push the envelope. Sex was more than just inserting one phallus into another and he had plenty of ways to pull the other apart if necessary.

A part of him desires the other viscerally, but more so, he wanted the other to enjoy themselves.]

[ With hard muscle and velvet skin wet with saliva exposed to the air, Kizuna shivers a little. Small touches leave such searing imprints on him that he swallows his heartbeat in his throat and shifts, pulling himself into a seat. One leg bumps against the other man, rubbing fondly — the grip Kizuna has in his hair follows suit, twisted fingers giving way to an affectionate stroke, tucking the strands behind his ear. ]

Wriothesley. [ Pulling his arm back, he pauses to shrug the rest of the way out of his rucked-up shirt, leaving him bare. ] I want to.

[Wriothesley smiles as he leans into Kizuna's touches. It's a smile that holds warmth that even the coldest frost would melt and give way to. Affection shines in his gaze and he presses a kiss to the tip of their cock.] Well, I better make sure the sex is mindblowing then. [And Wriothesley intends to make sure Kizuna has the best sex he ever has.

It's all he needs to hear as his lips sink back down on Kizuna's hard length as he presses one slicked finger into the other at the same time.]

[ Such cheek for a man who's made himself half a mess on his cock already. Kizuna has to laugh again, the warm bubble of it making his chest feel light even when his gut feels so heavy with want. He knows that of all people, Wriothesley is going to make good on what he says. Easing down again into the familiar sensation of his mouth wet on him, his back arches slightly at the intrusion of a finger. He could be undone quickly if tugged too far in any direction, he thinks, but he searches his self-control for balance. ]

Mm — going to ruin me for anyone else? [ A tease with a flutter of truth in it. Taking a breath, he licks his lips and relaxes again, letting that sensation settle. ] There wasn't a reason for it...

[ It's not like he was saving himself for anything in particular, though that clarity is still with him even as it fogs at the edges with affection. ]

But I'm glad it's happening this way.

[Kizuna paints a pretty picture. The way they arch so beautifully and the way he craves to see more of it. Want and arousal is heavy in the room and it's impossible to tell if it's Wriothesley's own or Kizuna. Where it starts and where it ends doesn't seem to matter as though their want intermixes perfectly, entwining the same as their bodies.

His eyes crinkle and Kizuna doesn't need to hear him verbally answer to know what he would say. The chuckle around their length as he continues to suck the other off, a second finger slowly pressing into them to start stretching them out; the answer was obvious. Wriothesley didn't want Kizuna's first experience to be bad.

A part of him wants it to be so good that Kizuna might get satisfaction, but not the same way he had with him. And part of him feels some sort of satisfaction to be Kizuna's first. That bit of possessiveness still lingering.

He slowly thrusts his fingers in and out, letting the other slowly get used to the slick slide of them entering and leaving as he bobs his head at the same pace.]

[ Even dulled, the scent is a familiar one. His heartbeat pangs a little as if it's trying to stretch and unfurl throughout his whole body, senses running high. No, he doesn't need to hear Wriothesley to know what he's feeling and thinking — it's the reverent playfulness in such steely eyes that leaves Kizuna feeling weak, for his part.

(But knowing despite that does tickle his nerves, just a little.)

He bites back a small noise at the sensation of his fingers pumping against his body, the curved slide of knuckles pulling at him, notching him open. Kizuna aches in a way he hasn't before, the slow spread of his hole making his body crave for more. Warm and unsettled, his hips roll into the motions of the boxer's thrusts, wanting the length of his broad fingers to run deeper, to touch at his insides as much as he likes. Breath short and precum beading soft and salty in Wriothesley's mouth, Kizuna tips his head aside to let his cheek pillow on whatever items have bunched beneath him on the bed, eyes glowing from beneath lidded lashes. ]

You're going to feel so good inside of me. I can already tell.

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject