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armwriostle) wrote2023-10-28 07:33 am
armwriostle) wrote2023-10-28 07:33 am
I don't wanna fall another moment into your gravity.
[He rolled his shoulder and cracked his neck as he stepped out of the old warehouse.
Today was a disappointing day. He can't complain since the matches were easy and it meant that today was an easy paycheck in comparison to the usual. Still, the matches left him wanting for more; dissatisfied that it didn't even give him the usual bit of adrenaline or rush for the night.
Wriothesley checked his bag to make sure he had everything. His boxing gauntlets, keys to his apartment, and wallet. Nodding, he slung the bag over his shoulder and started walking down the alleyway to get to the main street.] Damn, how disappointing.
[Maybe it was because all his opponents were just average people. While the ring was very careful to avoid unnecessary casualties, the intermix of people and supernatural had been a big appeal that brought in gamblers and fighters alike. He was the same. Holding his own against opponents that were far beyond his physicality was a thrill. It was enjoyable and there was a certain camaraderie between all the fighters. It wasn't like he could say he was perfectly average. His affinity to ice and his sturdiness makes him think that he isn't fully human (but he isn't anything particularly spectacular either). He'll never really know since he was abandoned by his parents, and frankly, it didn't really matter.
He sighs and thinks he should just count his blessings and relax for the night, but something has him stopping in his tracks and making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.
Something felt off.] ...Is someone there?
Today was a disappointing day. He can't complain since the matches were easy and it meant that today was an easy paycheck in comparison to the usual. Still, the matches left him wanting for more; dissatisfied that it didn't even give him the usual bit of adrenaline or rush for the night.
Wriothesley checked his bag to make sure he had everything. His boxing gauntlets, keys to his apartment, and wallet. Nodding, he slung the bag over his shoulder and started walking down the alleyway to get to the main street.] Damn, how disappointing.
[Maybe it was because all his opponents were just average people. While the ring was very careful to avoid unnecessary casualties, the intermix of people and supernatural had been a big appeal that brought in gamblers and fighters alike. He was the same. Holding his own against opponents that were far beyond his physicality was a thrill. It was enjoyable and there was a certain camaraderie between all the fighters. It wasn't like he could say he was perfectly average. His affinity to ice and his sturdiness makes him think that he isn't fully human (but he isn't anything particularly spectacular either). He'll never really know since he was abandoned by his parents, and frankly, it didn't really matter.
He sighs and thinks he should just count his blessings and relax for the night, but something has him stopping in his tracks and making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.
Something felt off.] ...Is someone there?
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He cradles him, panting as he rocks his hips up and back down, building a rhythm, breath by breath as he thrusts up into Wriothesley and drags his hand over his erection. Deeper each time, and then quicker once he can finally feel the boxer start to accept him. He'll definitely have to pick up the pieces after this, but he will. He makes that promise to himself as he lets the urge take over, claiming his partner by pulling him to his chest for a deeper thrust.]
I'm here.
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Wriothesley buries his face in the crook of Nanami's neck as he does his best to breath in and out.]
All of it. [He growls it out.] Give me all of it already. [He doesn't know if it's because he's crazy or if he just wants to rip the bandaid off and feel that entire length in him. It's probably both. He grinds his hips down, feeling more sink into him.]
Make a mess out of me. [He knows that Nanami is holding back. He wants them to let go too. Even if it means he might be completely useless by the end of it.]
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He grabs the back of his neck and pulls him into a kiss. It's messy and stilted from Nanami's desperate panting breaking off the lock of their mouths, but he makes up for that by nipping his lips and claiming every part within reach that he can leave flushed and sensitive. He needs more.
His cock swells inside the boxer, making the grinding even tighter as he gasps against his own thrusts. But Wriothesley said he wanted more, and Nanami's canine side wants to do what it's born to do, gladly complying despite the ache. The boxer is his. His instinct tells him that, and it tells him he has to claim every part of him so nobody will question that fact. So that Wriothesley will only call his name from now on.]
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It was too much. It wasn't enough. He wanted more.
His mind is deliciously blank as he instinctively kisses the other back. Wanting nothing more than to steal Nanami's breath. To only breath the other in.
His hands claw at the other desperately.] A-Are you getting bigger? [His voice is hoarse. Already hitting its limits and he knows the night has just started. The man's cock is already milking his prostate with every grind. He's quickly going into overstimulation. Yet, he was still rolling his hips with every thrust. Moaning everytime the hard length inside him seems to bully the sensitive bundle of nerves in him.
Continues to take whatever the other is giving.]
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His urge to mark Wriothesley from the inside making his rhythm skip now and then as he thrusts, grinding off time to the pace he set so that he can hit Wriothesley inside before he's prepared to receive him. One clawed hand wraps around the man's dripping cock, dragging slow, firm strokes up his length, squeezing as he rides him to the head, milking every nerve he can reach for more desperate sounds. The blunt nails digging into his skin are only more encouragement. He drowns himself in the whimpers and weight of Wriothesley's body tightening around him, spilling out hard with a rough, reckless thrust and somehow determined to drag Wriothesley along with him. He closes his mouth over the boxer's, trying to swallow his cries and his tears. The tang of salt and musk giving him a euphoric high as his release slips down between them both.]
You're mine.
[Nanami's voice is still strained from abusing his own throat, but he growls through it anyway.]
Only come for me.
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Wriothesley can't tell what's up or down. All he knows is that he was filled to the brim and the hot warmth of Nanami's mouth on his own is stealing his breath away. He's lightheaded, but it only seems to intensify the feelings he was already experiencing.
His moan is shameless when Nanami starts spilling their seed into him. He can't even form a coherent enough thought to think that the other was releasing so much into him.
The boxer comes with a desperate cry and Nanami's name swallowed by their heated kiss. His seed stains both their stomachs and drips all over the larger man's hand.]
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Even half-dizzy, Nanami can control the kisses he leaves over Wriothesley’s body. He can feel the beat of the boxer’s heart in his neck and he bites down on his pulse, leaving more bruises that he can gently press his lips and tongue to, soothing away the pain he causes. When he finally regains his thoughts, he lowers Wriothesley onto his back, easing him onto the mattress with extra care so he doesn’t shift too much inside him. He leans over his partner, concern mixing with the lingering lust in his gaze as he takes in the sight of his own work. Was he too rough? The thought is there, but so is the desire to keep lavishing attention on his partner just to hear the sound of his need. He can’t quite resist running his hands over Wriothesley’s chest, thumbs catching on his nipples again as he settles into position over him. ]
Are you…? [ Okay? Angry? Happy? He’s not sure what he wants to ask. ]
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His whole body feels like it was alight and every small movement feels like he was being shocked. His body felt too sensitive to everything that even the cool sheets of the bed get a shiver out of him. Oversensitive. Overstimulated. Wriothesley jolts a little as those clawed hands brush over the nubs on his chest. A groan that sounds more pleasured than discomforted.
It takes him a moment to gather his thoughts before he speaks. His voice cracks and its somewhat hoarse.] I did ask for it, didn't I? [He can't help but laugh before groaning a bit.] Fuck, you're a monster though. And by you I mean your cock.
[Which by the way-] Why aren't you pulling out? [He's not mad or anything but he legitimately can't tell if this man just does not stop getting hard or what because he feels like Nanami hasn't softened up even after filling him with enough cum it's spilling out.]
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I did warn you. It was your choice to continue.
[ More than that, but Nanami can’t even be sorry despite his complaint. He gives Wriothesley a quiet, impatient huff as he shifts his weight to a more comfortable position, and still he doesn’t show any sign of pulling out or softening. ]
Were you ready to stop? Unfortunately, you forgot what you said earlier. Ending things here won’t be enough to make you only think of me. You wanted to feel it, didn’t you?
[ He moves again, rubbing his swollen cock up against Wriothesley’s prostate with a slow, deliberate roll of his hips. ]
I intend on giving you what you asked for. You said you wanted all of me. Is that still true?
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[He certainly didn't want Nanami to think he saw all of this as a bad thing because he didn't.
Even if he's second guessing if he can handle the man because they're still huge and hard as a rock inside him.]
You- [He groans as the other pushes their cock against his prostate again and he squirms as his body still feels too sensitive to having his prostate stimulated already.] Fuck.
[The smart thing is to throw in the towel because there's no way. He'll either pass out or die or something inbetween. It's too bad that he doesn't know when to call it quits.] Why are you asking instead of just fucking me again? [He wraps his legs around Nanami's waist, heels digging into the man's bac. Do your worst, Nanami.]
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But then Nanami makes the mistake of glancing up at his partner and sees the way Wriothesley looks while pinned under him, and every coherent thought is shoved aside to leave only arousal and the desire to hear his lover’s voice. He thrusts into him, abusing his hypersensitive nerves, rocking against him with long, forceful movements that drag out the friction between them. It surrounds and presses against his already heavily need, making his cock stand even heavier as he starts to lose his carefully drawn back rhythm in order to chase his own pleasure.
He does try not to leave Wriothesley a complete wreck. The low near growling becomes a long, deep moan as the rhythmic movement build up the pressure in his groin, prompting gasping noises from his throat as Nanami arches his back into the thrusting, Wriothesley’s cries only pushing him to fill him with even more of his seed. ]
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It hurts. It feels good. His body is too sensitive for how rough the other is fucking him. Wriothesley can only be pliant under the other. Can only accept whatever Nanami is giving him, and Nanami seems intent to mold him just for their cock. He moans and sobs with every thrust, his gaze hazy as it gets lost in the pleasure.
And still, he accepts it. He rolls his hips with each thrust. A shaky hand reaches to scratch behind the ears before yanking at Nanami's hair. His cock had filled in again, even if he was pretty sure touching it might hurt more than anything. Wriothesley was overstimulated out of his mind, but he wanted to desperately to please the other still. He wanted Nanami to chase his pleasure. He wanted to actively help the other get their fill.] Nanami. Nanami.
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The friction and heat as his length fills the boxer take over, and somewhere in the middle of their movements, Wriothesley grabs Nanami's hair, causing him to moan with a deep, unrestrained pleasure. He drives in deep, hips jerks with the feeling, and releases another thick spread of cum that for a moment feels like it might not stop. Nanami clings, panting, groaning, making noises very close to whining as he shudders and rolls his hips in shallow movements, completely lost in his need to keep riding Wriothesley through the throes of his own orgasm. Every call of his name brings out a desperate noise in return, until he's finally able to soften and stop grinding inside of Wriothesley's spent body.
It takes some long minutes of dazed breathing before he can collect himself enough to sit upright again, looking down to check on the boxer with exhaustion and concern. ]
I... Did I hurt you? Shit.
[ He carefully tries to ease out of the other's body, slowly letting the seed spill between them as he brushes his fingers over his thighs. Ah, there are already bruises forming... Nanami turns back to Wriothesley's face. ]
Hey, are you okay? Can you hear me?
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And Archons, that doesn't even include when he feels the other come in him again. He can't help the hoarse sobs as he feels himself filled so thoroughly as the other seems to fill him to the brim with their spend. He feels hot tears slide down his face, but he asked for this. Damn if he wouldn't admit that he didn't want this. That this was exactly what he wanted. The rough sex that left him exhausted and completely spent. He doesn't think he can even come again, even if he was hard as a rock. His arms drop to the bed, unable to cling to the other like he wants to.
Damn if Nanami wasn't so damn cute worrying over him like this. He can't help but laugh a hoarse little sound that turns into a whine as the other pulls out. Shudders as he feels the other's seed drip down his leg.]
Hey, sweetheart. [Well, he's alive with his playful attitude intact, so he thinks he's okay. Maybe. He might feel like death in the morning, but it would be over.] How 'bout that cup of tea...and maybe a bath.
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You can have whatever you want.
[He keeps one arm supporting Wriothesley as the other hand strokes over his soft cock and the wet opening of his ass, feeling the seed spilling down his legs.]
Don't try to move around. I'm going to clean you up.
[Placing another kiss on Wriothesley's forehead before gently lying them back down on the bed, resting their head on a pillow. Nanami climbs off the mattress and draws a warm bath, returning to scoop up his partner into his arms.]
You're going to have to stay for more than breakfast tomorrow.
[Nanami has an idea that Wriothesley won't even be awake that early.]
I hope you didn't have plans.
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He doesn’t know how to respond to it.]
You’ll spoil me rotten if you keep that up. [His tone light and joking if only to push past the restlessness that came with Nanami’s treatment of him.
He does obey if only because he really can’t move.]
Is that a request or an order? [It doesn’t matter. He’s at Nanami’s mercy, but the whole situation is a little new. He doesn’t stick around even if he’s sore and aching.]
Tomorrow happens to be my day off. Lucky you. [Well it’s more like he just decides when he wants to show up at the ring unless he’s specifically requested to participate.]
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It's a fact. You're going to need rest. And I still want to feel you come again.
[ The last part comes out as a quiet growl, deep in his chest and just for Wriothesley, even though they are the only ones to hear it. Nanami carries his partner to the bath, lowering Wriothesley in gently with a towel resting on the back of the tub for his head. ]
After you're feeling better. First we need to clean you up.
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Nanami's words make him wheeze out a laugh. He's only vaguely thinking that he has definitely bitten off more than he can chew. The fact the other easily wants to go another round, he thinks he will end up truly bedridden. And yet, that only is more arousing than terrifying. He's a lot more into the idea than he had initially realized. He feels himself instinctively clench at the idea of being so massively filled by the other again.]
Hah...you're insatiable. [And isn't that hot as hell?] Which, don't take my words wrong. I think that's arousing as hell.
[Because he should rile the man up, right? Probably not.
Oh, but the hot water against his aching body feels so damn good that he immediately relaxes into the water, head resting against the towel with a satisfying sigh.] Never had a bath before. Gonna be honest with you. [Just quick showers to get the job done. Sometimes, hot water was even a luxury for him.]
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Instead of making ridiculous claims, Nanami satisfies that instinct by letting Wriothesley rest in the hot bath. He massages his shoulders, leaning over the side of the tub protectively as he sits on a stool and starts wiping Wriothesley's arm with a cloth and body wash, tenderly working over his body one part at a time.]
You can sleep if you want to. I'll do the work.
[It isn't because he feels Wriothesley is weaker than him. On the contrary, Nanami is drawn to the boxer's endurance and ability to match his own strength so well. It's already making him restless again, aching to lose himself to Wriothesley calling his name. He's intentionally taking his name by spoiling him, trying to focus his attention on something other than his own groin, but he can't stop his tail from waving every time Wriothesley gives him a delicious sigh of contentment.]
When you feel up to it, I'll feed you.
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His eyes flutter back open as he turns to look at the other with a drowsy gaze.]
Mm, if you spoil me this much I won't want to leave. [His speech is a little slurred as he jokes. Nanami would like that, wouldn't they? For the boxer to stay.
The boxer smiles up at him, very much noticing the tail wag.] Cute... [He thinks he could get used to being doted on like this. He's not used to it at all, but it was nice. It was nice to feel like he mattered to someone.]
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He would like Wriothesley to stay. What if he could keep him? Have someone close who wouldn't be afraid of him?
But Nanami's ears go back as reality weighs them down again. After a night's rest, it was more likely that the boxer would realize what he really let touch him and would remember that humans avoid creatures like him. There's a good reason Nanami usually doesn't let anyone see his beast form. He's only slipped a few times in his life, and the luckiest he's been was when the other person convinced themselves it was a dream.
It's better to enjoy the moment and not expect anything after it. Nanami looks down at Wriothesley softly, taking in his appearance, lying so peacefully in the water. He looks comfortable and at ease, and Nanami commits that image to his memory, in case he won't get to see it again. ]
Hold onto me. I need to make sure you're all right.
[ He lifts Wriothesley's arm over his shoulders, pulling him up enough to support him so he can slip his hand between his legs and rub gently against his hole. After all that use, Nanami knows he must be sensitive, but he also wants to finish getting him completely clean. And all the while, he can't help but wag his tail, enjoying the way Wriothesley trusts him to hold and protect them. ]
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That's something they'll get to when they cross that path. He wants to assuage whatever worries the man might have. He can't really do that, he thinks, when he can't even lift a finger.
He makes a small noise of protest as the other lifts him up. Fingers digging into skin as he can't really do anything but let the other. His body aches something awful. Damn, and the guy wants to go another round. He won't say no, of course, but he hopes Nanami's bedside manners is impeccable after this. Wriothesley's hole was puffy from abuse and he can't help the pitiful keen in the back of his throat as the other helps clean him out. Shaky fingers run through Nanami's hair, nails gently scratching behind the other's ears if only to give him something to try and distract himself from the sensations.]
You're lucky you're cute. [He grumbles a little, though there's no actual heat in his words. He's too endeared by the other. Also, Nanami was hot, the sex was good, and he was promised tea and a meal on top of them being cute.]
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Instead of answering the grumbling, the blond turns his head back to claim a kiss. He moans softly against Wriothesley's mouth, shivering as the nails scratch over his scalp and send pleasure right back through his brain and pool warmth in his stomach again. Even though his balls are spent, his cock is still twitching in response to the fingers rubbing around his sensitive ears and from the scent of his partner. Nanami's thoughts become hazy and he pants as he licks Wriothesley's lips and tongue, the dog side of him wanting to whine for more.
He only barely manages to gather his senses together and pull his hand away from Wriothesley's ass, stroking his inner thigh as he withdraws with an affectionate caress to distract the boxer away from his ears. His body is already tingling again, and he has to take a few moments to bring strength back into his legs so he can stand and lift Wriothesley up into his arms. ]
I'm lucky you're tolerant.
[ Tolerant enough to endure the ravaging, tolerant enough to put up with a beast-man in his bed. Nanami knows what most people would have done after just seeing the transformation happen in front of them. His smile is still reserved, but it's there. ]
You're going to have to borrow my clothes for now. I'll make you some tea and you can relax on the couch while I take care of the rest.
[ He's pretty sure Wriothesley will pass out before he gets his meal, but that will give Nanami time to clean up his room, shower, and... take care of the lingering need still distracting him. They can eat after both have had some time to rest. ]
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But Nanami is doing a good job distracting, immediately returning the kiss with a happy sigh. He kisses back languid, lacking the hurried heat that their kisses had earlier.
Don't think he isn't aware of you trying to distract him from those soft, cute ears of yours, sir! But he'll stop playing with them. For now. Instead, he'll merely wrap his arms around the man's neck as he's lifted up again.]
What do you mean tolerant? Hey. [He rests his hands on the other's cheeks to make them look at him.] Do you think I didn't want this or enjoy it? What should I say to make it obvious I'm into this? Blow my back out with your huge cock? Fuck me until my insides mold to its shape? I'm not a liar and I'm not afraid to admit what I'm into.
[Wriothesley had been on the receiving end of painful lies. Words that shattered his youth and taught him that he simply couldn't trust another. He had decided he wouldn't be like that, even if his honesty might be painful at times. He thinks it would still be better than the utter betrayal of a lie.]
Give me a little more credit, come on.
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You don't have to convince me...!
[ He tries to look away and avoid showing how blatantly red his entire neck gets from the embarrassment and sudden arousal, but he can't move far with Wriothesley held up against his chest. His traitor of a tail beats enthusiastically against the side of the bathtub, fully displaying his feelings. ]
I didn't mean to be that rough with you. Usually I have better control.
[ But Wriothesley's enthusiasm was overwhelming. Every noise and reaction he had offered up had driven Nanami crazy, pulling out the canine's instinctive need to please and gain more praise. Even his ears are still tilting now that Wriothesley isn't petting them as if they are craning for attention all on their own despite Nanami's best attempts at restraining himself. ]
Just because you enjoyed it doesn't mean I want to push you too far. Show a little more self-preservation in front of a predator.
[ That at least is his attempt at scolding as he carries Wriothesley back to the living room, snatching up a towel on their way out so he can properly dry him off when they reach the couch. In contrast with the force he used during sex, Nanami is careful as he rubs the boxer down, draping the towel over him afterwards. ]
You can sleep here until I clean the room. Try to wait until I bring out some spare clothes.
[ He ruffles the top of Wriothesley's head, completely ignoring the irony in the gesture. ]
And if you're staying... [ Maybe that's presumptuous, but he says it anyway. ] Don't worry about meals. You can let me know when you've had time to think about it.
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