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[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.

[There's just the slightness of teeth dragging against Kizuna's length as though in warning. He wants to hear the other. He wants to hear every noise and word that slips from those lips and it's really a shame that the other was denying him exactly that. He wants their voice, their taste, their heat. He wants everything Kizuna will give him.

He slides in a third finger with the other two once he thinks that the other is already for another. He thrusts them in and out a few times before curling them inside the empath. There's deliberation in the touch, as though trying to touch deep inside. Searching to push the height of Kizuna's pleasure farther.

Wriothesley has to make sure those words utter and those expectations are met, after all.]

[ Kizuna tightens the damp bracket of his thighs, breath fluting hard through his teeth. Having felt those jaws on him once, the bruises they'd caused still raw and aching on his neck, Kizuna is fast remembering their sharpness and strength even in their polite press against his most delicate skin. That really got his heart to flip and his mouth to run dry; he swallows and it feels thick in his throat. ]

Oh, warden. [ Cavalier, impossibly fond. ] A warning shot?

[ Breathed out, the rush of air from his lungs causes his abdomen to flutter up into a tight weave of musculature as a third finger winds against his insides. He moans, keening and plaintive, body giving a slight twist to accommodate the sensation. Those fingers rub against the tight well of him, sparking fires in his nerves. He appreciates it, when all is said and done — he's had this man's cock weighed in his hand before and knows what he's getting into. He rocks his hips downwards, body intent on molding to the shape of his hands and mouth first.

For a better payoff, he can be patient in his undoing. ]

I'll be crying your name, don't worry.

[Wriothesley is always an attentive lover. He notes every little changes in Kizuna's body language. Oh? He can't help but smirk as he finally pulls off Kizuna's cock and starts trailing kisses down.]

I happen to be a gracious mood. It would be in bad taste to punish without a proper warning. [He teases Kizuna's testes with his tongue until he reaches smooth, soft skin of the other's inner thighs.] Though, I think it wouldn't be much of a punishment.

[He sinks his teeth down into one of Kizuna's inner thighs as he thrusts his fingers in and out of the empath.] I think you enjoy this if anything. [Wriothesley doesn't hesitate to leave a few more bites. Hickeys for the other to appreciate everytime the undress and dress.]

I'm not worried. I'll give you plenty to scream about, sweetheart.

[ The feeling of teeth on his skin is blinding and for a moment, he understands why it is that Wriothesley wanted him to use his own last time, even if the result was so much more intense than even he thought was possible. If he thinks to be coy, it's a thought quickly overridden — ]

Caught me, huh... [ A sharp inhale, sparkling in his chest. ] I do like it.

[ Breathy and a little more unadorned thanks to the thick plunge of fingers against his hole, the resistance easing with every slick thrust. Casting a glance aside, he blinks some haze away, skin flicking and flushing hot with every pinch of teeth. He's pale, the creamy texture of his thighs marking easily. They'll bruise, deep and shadowy come morning, leaving evidence of his time spent between his legs. ]

It's something to remember you by when you're not close.

You didn't exactly try and hide it much, honestly. [A warm tongue runs over every bite and bruise, cool breath over warm skin, offering different sensations against sensitive skin.] It so happens that I'm the type to bite.

[Wriothesley was shameless and maybe he should consider he has some sort of oral fixation, but how can he not when such smooth, pale skin tempts him like this. Milky thighs were meant to be marked up, so it's Kizuna's fault for tempting him in this way.

He also can't ignore his own cock any longer. Even in sweats, the tent in his pants is obvious. He wants to be buried deeply in the other. Wriothesley wants to hear his name on the empath's lips like it's the only word they know. He pulls his fingers out and moves to get onto his knees as he shoves his pants and underwear down.] Condom or no? [It isn't that he doesn't want to fill the other, but he's also being mindful. Thoughtful about it being Kizuna's first time.

Not that he doesn't think Kizuna is a lot more wild in bed than he initially thought after their animalistic sex in his closet.]

Then we align, don't we?

[ Kizuna fires back, fondness pressed into the thickness of his voice at being called out and indulged all in the same moment. He feels — seen, felt, never bored, and those feelings stir in his chest the longer Kizuna thinks about it. That provocation ends as quickly as it starts when Kizuna gasps as fingers pull from him, leaving him aching and empty in a way that makes him startingly dizzy. He wants Wriothesley back instantly, gaze turning soft and insistent.

Swallowing, he's quick to hook one of his knees around Wriothesley's bared thigh, encouraging him forward. Bitten legs splay wide for him and he reaches with pretty fingers for his freed length, intending to guide him. ]

No, don't wear one. I want to be full of you.

You love to tempt me don't you?

[It's bad. The two of them feed on each other and seem to love to keep pushing each other with no ability to stop. Sometimes you just love to goad someone until they have their teeth sinking into flesh.

Archons does Kizuna love to tempt him though. The legs spread open and inviting and the fingers that gently caress his erection. Wriothesley can't help but lick his lips as he pours a generous amount of lube into his hand, stroking his cock with a shiver, the cool substance against hot skin.] Archons, you really driving me crazy here.

[He presses the head of his cock against Kizuna's entrance.] Don't worry, sweetheart, I'll give you exactly what you want. [As he says that, he starts to press his length through the tight ring of muscle.]

Mmn. You could say that.

[ Temptation is such a formidable thing and yet here Kizuna is, wielding it so recklessly because of how his heart is swaying. Not in the way that he's used to, either — he feels crystal clear, uncomplicated in the light of this man's affection. His body hitches at the pushing sensation as the slick head of his cock slowly cleaves through the resistance, thoughts hollowing. A quiet keen sounds deep in his throat and he shifts in a flutter of breath, pressing his hips down. ]

Still, I know. [ He squirms a little, feeling like he's the one who's going to go crazy. ] Wriothesley... please —

[He sucks in a breath as he slowly starts to ease his length farther and farther into Kizuna. His voice comes out more like a low growl as the other squirms.] Kizuna. [There's a shaky exhale as eyelashes flutter and his brows furrow.]

If you move like that, it's hard to do this properly [Wriothesley's got an iron grip on his control, but Archons, Kizuna really has him wanting to thrust all at once in one fell swoop. He won't. As much as arousal bleeds into his veins, he wouldn't chase pleasure at the expense of the other. He wanted to do this properly. He didn't want to hurt the other because he couldn't keep his head cool.] You're doing great, trésor. We're halfway there.

[ It's an unwise thing to want him to do that this angle too, but Kizuna can't say he doesn't desire it, the slowness at which he has to take him threatening to make his body feel like it's going to pull apart at the seams. He knows why it has to be slow, the rasp of his voice as he growls his name making everything between his ears tremble and coalesce, but it's difficult for him to remember to pace himself like this, tender emotions heightened and exposed by the sudden infatuation he feels.

Or maybe not so sudden, he thinks dully, remembering why it is he came here in the first place. He glances upwards, gaze molten and gilt and utterly wanting as he studies the boxer's handsome features while he's sinking down into him, inch by inch. Halfway...

Wait it out, he thinks, reaching out to steady one of his hands on Wriothesley's forearm. ]

You could ask me to do anything when you call me that.

[Kizuna surely can't fathom how they look to him. Sprawled out underneath him with a gorgeous flush and looking positively delectable. The way they writhe with want and how the both of them are trying to not to let the rope snap and get lost in the same way they did during the resort's game somehow just makes everything all the more alluring.

The want to devour them flitters through his mind and he can only imagine this is not so dissimilar to what Kizuna must have been feeling before.

He leans down to bury his face in the crook of Kizuna's neck as he slowly pushes more of his length in. Instead of leaving bites though, he presses kisses to the empath's neck, collar, and shoulder. Every action of the boxer is sweet and caring.]

It so happens, I'll take anything you're willing to give me is enough. [He's not all the way in, but he rocks his hips just a little. Shallow thrusts as Kizuna gets used to being split open by him.]

[ To be devoured by him wouldn't be such a bad thing, Kizuna thinks somewhat cloudily, the want of it dripping through his senses like cool rain through fog. And as Kizuna accepts Wriothesley's weight against him, he does think of it again — the things that were said in his suite a week prior. Things he tried not to think about. Things that were torrid and full of emotion and stoked bright by thoughts he couldn't help and yet they hadn't felt dishonest, either...

Things like yours and mine.

Kisses dappling his skin makes Kizuna's breath calm, deepening in his lungs in spite of the few cursory thrusts eliciting a quiet whimper, the sounds melting sweet and warm on his tongue. His arms wind upwards around Wriothesley, palms smoothing over blessedly cool skin, rough scars. ]

What if, [ His thoughts and emotions whirl, made malleable by tenderness. ] it was everything? What if I wanted to give you everything?

[Wriothesley is not a selfish man. He is rarely greedy, only going for what he earns through sweat, blood, and tears. He is rarely given anything unless it is properly won. With Kizuna, he wants to be greedy. To covet the man in such a way that doesn't stifle the other, but so that he doesn't have no doubt in his mind that they are purely his.

It's a thought that lingers in the darks of his mind, having latched and taken root, that he tries to ignore for the time being.

He pushes his length slowly but surely until he's completely sheathed inside the empath. A shaky groan as he tries not to hungrily start thrusting into the other like a wild animal. The hot, tight warmth around him feels wondrous on his erection.]

Don't...Don't promise something you shouldn't. [Something you can't. Not to him.]

[ There's a certain elation in the brush of emotions so rarely felt, the newness of them running raw against him. It underscores playfulness, patience. It's more than novelty and satisfaction, more than the selfishness he'd promised the other man first, even if that'd already been intimate enough. For Kizuna, it's a sensation that he has to take a moment to feel out just as much as he does Wriothesley bottoming out in the tight clutch of him, so deep that he can feel the heavy drum of his pulse.

Normally he'd encourage his greed, to take what he wants. In this instance, he's glad for the stillness and the ability to soak him in, feelings first. He often puts aside these things in the easy interest of physicality, but he finds that he can't this time.

He sounds good, he smells good. To be so full of him feels incredible. Nails rake lightly into the muscle of his back as Kizuna arches into him, giving him the first taste of movement. Wriothesley knows and Kizuna can't consciously keep his empathy from bleeding over, answering that unspoken thought: ]

Why shouldn't it be you?

[A lick of his lips as he patiently lets the other grow used to being filled so deeply before he starts to rock his hips. They're short and shallow thrusts. A taste as to what they'll be feeling at a heightened level. For now, it's nothing short and sweet as he grinds his hips down into the other.

Wriothesley can't help but shiver. The small ripples of pleasure that travel up his spine and the feel of nails against his skin seemingly shooting down his spine right to his already hard cock mixed with such words that make him feel so seen and exposed.

Yet, somehow, the feeling does not bring dread so much something warm and wanting.]

I haven't earned it. [And maybe he hasn't realized that what he wants isn't something to be earned. That he can merely have it because what he wants is already being silently offered back without such strings attached.]

[ Never has it been so easy to really feel the effect he's having on someone. It shoots through him because of the other man's acceptance of it, the way he can so freely resonate with his heart, his thoughts. His body just follows, a natural result.

Kizuna can't tell if it's because they've linked, because of the feelings that course with an unfamiliar honesty through his veins... it's pushed so close to the surface of his skin and making him feel raw and feverish all over. Wriothesley has never chafed against that tenderness, only held in high regard, in recognition. He sucks in a quiet breath at the slow thrusts, the heightened shift of his body, and releases it against the other man's neck. He places his lips there, half kisses and soft words that he wishes he could tattoo on his skin. His grip tightens on his back.

He wants to say it, but the sound of it gets lost in his heartbeat, shies from the thickness of the heat in his mouth. ]

You don't have to earn it.

Edited (grammar we don't know her) 2024-04-26 01:10 (UTC)

[It doesn't have to be said. No, he doesn't want to hear it. Neither of them feel ready for the weight of more, refusing to acknowledge what is set right before their eyes.

He doesn't have to hear it to know it is there.

His hips stutter and his breath seems to catch the same. Wriothesley only knows how to earn something and yet this man is telling him that he can just have it. Thiat it was for him to just be given without any strings attached or caveats.

A sharp inhale. This man would be his undoing. Just as much, this man would put him back together just as easily.

Wriothesley pulls almost completely out.] You really- [Just as quickly as him pulling almost out does he slam all the way back in with a fluid thrust.] You really know how to rile me up, Kizuna.

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