armwriostle | I don't wanna fall another moment into your gravity.

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?

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[Any attempt to grow accustomed to the animalistic way Nanami seems intent to destroy him with is fruitless. The hiccup in the rhythm is enough to have him drowning in the pleasure. Nanami was abusing his prostate with their huge cock and all he can do is take it (and mentally thank him for it) with every wave of pleasure.

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.]

[ Wriothesley’s cry hits something inside of Nanami that makes his entire core tighten. His hips jerk against Wriothesley, his already aching cock shooting another ribbon of seed as the blond groans into their kiss, his sight blacking out from the combined pain and pleasure of that moment. He continues to pump Wriothesley’s length, smearing the seed between their bodies as he tries to drain the other of everything he has to offer, trembling under him through his effort to hold them both upright, because he refuses to let go. He won’t let him go.

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. ]

[He feels another pump of cum fill him and all he can do is accept it with a shameless moan. He only becomes louder when he feels the sharp pain of teeth on his neck. It manages to get a meager of cum to dribble out of his already spent cock.

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.]

[ Tired, but somehow not yet completely spent, Nanami looks to the side when Wriothesley says that he’s a monster. He doesn’t seem ashamed or particularly upset, but his ears fall back all the same like he’s accepting that as a hard truth. ]

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?

[Oh no. You can't do that, Nanami. The little droop in the ears is going to be the end of him. He lets out a huff and reaches out to scratch behind one of them.] I didn't mean it in a bad way. Let's make this clear. I wanted this. I don't want it any less than before. Call me a size queen or a slut or whatever. It was good. I enjoyed it.

[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.]

[ When Wriothesley wraps his legs around him, Nanami’s entire body trembles. He usually manages to keep up the appearance of control because his voice is always even and flat, but in response to that invitation he loses hold of a sharp, hungry noise that rises through the back of his throat and has him clawing at the bed on either side of the boxer, head bowed and cock twitching inside his partner. A small, persistent voice tells him he doesn’t want to be a monster, that he should have shown more control than this, but that voice is drowned out by the rough panting the blond man is doing just to hold himself in place. His tail arches in the air to hold him steady, and for just a brief moment he almost manages to convince himself that he can pull out. He just needs time to calm down enough—-

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. ]

[His hands scramble to find anything to cling to. Nanami's arms, the bed sheets, anything. Everytime Nanami thrusts back in, he feels like the air is being punched out of his lungs.

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.

[ The submissive sounds of pleasure, of Wriothesley just accepting his thrusts and allowing him to own him completely, only serve to make his cock ache even more, his body responding to the moans of pleasure by craving more of them. He holds Wriothesley down beneath him, leaving messy kisses over his lover's mouth and neck, greedily rocking their bodies together as he shudders with the need to release again. To own Wriothesley in a way only his instincts really understand.

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?

[He tries to return those kisses. Tries to be responsive, but it was just so damn much. This must really be what its like to be fucked within the inch of his life because he honestly is surprised that Nanami didn't straight up kill him with how they pounded into him like he can feel their cock in his guts.

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.

[Wriothesley's weak, sloppy attempts at responding actually stir Nanami's arousal again. His cock is too spent to answer that feeling with more than a slight twitch, but Nanami still litters Wriothesley's mouth and neck with small kisses when he gets his playful answer. It's a mixture of relief and possessive desire. The blond wraps his arms around Wriothesley and lifts him up in his arms, cradling his limp body with tender warmth as he shifts around to his side and lays his upper body across his knees.]

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.

[He can’t help but squirm a little in response when the other pulls him in his lap. He has slept with plenty of people. Sometimes for the pleasure and sometimes for the money. It didn’t matter what it was for, really, but yes unused to this. Sex has always been a quick and messy thing, chasing pleasure and adrenaline. He hardly stuck around or the other party usually left soon after. There was no cuddling or sweetness that followed like this. He’s never treated with such care.

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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[ Nanami cradles Wriothesley's body in his arms, holding him firmly against his body as he lifts him off the bed. He tilts his head down to steal another kiss, maybe stubbornly wanting to maintain that possession even after claiming him. It's not enough. He wants Wriothesley to stay, to be his, even if they have just met. His instincts are already going wild thanks to this man, and every new thing he says only seems to rile Nanami up even more. ]

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.

[Wriothesley is not a tiny guy by any means, but damn if Nanami really makes him think that there are just that much bigger guys out there. That, and he was still very much human in comparison to the other.

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.]

[Wriothesley might be teasing him, but he isn't wrong about Nanami. It's been so long since he was able to really satisfy that animal instinct or even just openly allow himself to spend the night with someone that now he can't seem to get enough of his partner. Even spent, his urges are in high drive, wanting to nuzzle and nip at Wriothesley just to hear more of their aroused noises until they are both recovered enough to go again. There's even a hungry, restrained part of his brain that wants to make Wriothesley his mate. Nanami knows better than to ask that sort of commitment from someone who barely knows him, but the feeling of being inside him, deeply and completely, and drowning in their mingled scents has the canine side of his brain already thinking of Wriothesley as his.

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.

[His eyes flutter closed as he slowly relaxes under those wonderful fingers. Sex was great and all, but it was obvious that Wriothesley was craving those gentle, intimate touches as he practically melts under Nanami's gentle hands. Life had dealt him a cruel hand indeed, and he was unused to such loving caresses. He was absolutely weak to them.

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.]

[ Nanami continues methodically cleaning Wriothesley's body, smiling to himself when the boxer's eyes drift closed. He can sleep like that, soaking in the warmth and the patient strokes of soft cloth and strong fingers running over his body, gently rubbing around his nipples and down his stomach to wipe away the sweat and tension. The smile slips away when he notices the other's eyes opening, retreating like a sky thing all its own, afraid of being seen.

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. ]

[Wriothesley watches those ears flatten back and his brows furrow just a little at it. Nanami was a bit of an open book like this. He doesn't know what is going through the other's head, but he gets the feeling that it pertains to him. He can only assume the other was overthinking.

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.]

[ Nanami cradles the boxer in one arm, keeping him propped up against his chest as he carefully uses a finger to work out the seed from inside him. Despite all the fighting he does, his hands are kept more smooth than most--a holdover from a time when he had to present himself as someone approachable and clean. The finger brushes over the tender rim of his entrance, sinking in slowly and stroking inside with a surprisingly light touch compared to the rough treatment his cock used to penetrate it. Nanami's hand responds to every twitch and keening noise, tilting just so as he lets the warm water enter and wash Wriothesley's hole, keeping his contact steady and gentle, using almost delicate movements to coax his legs apart and softly urge his loosened hole open.

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. ]

[If he had more energy to work with, he'd probably grind down on those fingers for more. The sensation, honestly, was pleasant. Despite the ache in his body and definitely have very little in the tank, there's still the pleasure those fingers rubbing inside him and stretching his hole and the instinctive want to clench down and want for more.

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.

[ Now that the very literal heat of the moment has passed and Nanami has had a moment to think about his actions, he's become uncomfortably aware of the reality of what he is again. He's had enough encounters with people outside of sex who looked at him with terror before even seeing his full transformation. The hint of his unnatural form was enough to send people running even without a fight. Wriothesley's complete 180 from the usual catches Nanami off guard so much that he chokes on his own surprise, turning red at the lewd declaration even as his body twitches with interest. ]

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.

I don't? I feel like I do. Your body is very honest, you know. [Not in even a sexual manner, but Nanami's ears and tail are so very expressive that he can make some guesses as to what is on the man's mind.

Okay, okay, he didn't have to be so explicit in his words, but he can't help himself. Riling up Nanami is a lot of fun. Even at the detriment of his ability to move after. Wriothesley snickers as he runs a finger over Nanami's shoulder.] I like it rough, so it's fine. Being fucked an inch of my light was pretty hot. [If he had a chance to be fucked that hard again, he'd definitely do it again. No hesitation.]

Come on, you underestimate me. Self-preservation is why I'm still alive now. I've dealt with worse than a guy who wants to turn me into their personal fleshlight. [Wriothesley has the scars to show for a man who has plenty of self-preservation. The strong want to live and stay alive through thick or thin.

Nanami didn't have to worry about him. He was resilient whether he wants to or not.

He won't say no to being doted on a bit though. The boxer rests his head against the man's shoulder with a pleased hum. He leans into the gentle touches, more hungry for this than anything else. Sex was great, but when you live your entire life devoid of something so soft and gentle like this, one's body is starved for it. Desperate.

Wriothesley eyes flutter closed when Nanami ruffles his hair. Maybe Nanami wasn't the only one weak to some petting.]

Monsieur, you really want to take an unruly stray like me? I might rip up all your pillows and break all your things if you aren't careful. [A chuckle.] You should think more on it, not me.

[ Through the embarrassment and unfortunately the uncontrollable excitement, Nanami can't help feeling a small rush of pleasure when Wriothesley compliments him. His tail wags harder, betraying him as he tries to look seriously at the boxer. He wants to appear stern, maybe distance himself a little to protect his new guest, but his damn dog instincts soak up every syllable of praise and have his ears perked forward eagerly, anxious to offer more helpful acts to please what they have decided is his mate. Even his human brain can't fight off those urges. He scratches the top of Wriothesley's scalp, something melting in him as he watches the lashes lower over his partner's eyes. He needs this. Somehow, if he can keep him, Nanami will fight everyone to keep this person near him. ]

You think I can't handle a stray? You were the one that followed a beast into his own den.

[ And that hadn't been so bad, had it? A calloused thumb brushes over Wriothesley's temple, fond and gentle as Nanami admires the boxer's rough features. He'd half lost himself in the wild pleasure of claiming this man thoroughly in bed, but there's something about the softer affection they can have here that satisfies another side of his canine brain. He can't help the way his heart skips a little at having the boxer seek his touch. Feeling the pleasure of being needed for company and affection. ]

I-I've already thought about it.

[ Why does such an innocent gesture feel so good? He tries to grumble, even though he's already leaning in to kiss Wriothesley's forehead. ]

If you agree to stay, it doesn't have to be permanently. I just thought... for a little while, it might be comfortable to have somewhere to stay. I promise to behave.

[ Wriothesley might not mind being used that much by a beastman, but Nanami has rarely let himself be so ruled by pure instinct. He's still fighting with his own urge to want to fuck the boxer enough that he can tear apart the bed, which Nanami knows he'll regret. That's his bed! Still, he can't say he doesn't want it. ]

And no matter what you say, you look harmless to me right now.

[Oh, Nanami. No matter how hard you try to look serious and stern, there's no way it can be taken seriously with the way the man's tail is practically turning into a propeller. It's damn cute to say the least. Wriothesley is charmed by it. The stoic figure that Nanami cuts, but the sweetness of their tail and ears that soften the blond's edges.

He sighs contently as he feels nails drag against his scalp. It's pleasant. He was used to the sting and ache of injuries or the carnal pleasures of sex. The gentle affections of a soft touch was foreign to him. Addicting.]

A beast huh? You're a little too cute to be considered a beast, I think.

[And it's bad to feed strays, Nanami. They'll keep coming back once you've fed them once.]

Hey. You know, if you want me to stay you should just say so instead of giving me reasons why I should feel like I want to stay. [A tilt of his head as he looks up to observe Nanami's face.] Is that what you want? For me to stay?

[The question is asked with curiosity obvious in its tone. It is strange, he thinks. Does Nanami want him to stay simply because they want his company that much? It is more than just sex? Why? He can't wrap his mind around the why.

Part of him is terrified of the why. There is something scary about the idea of honest affection to a man who doesn't know what it looks like. It was easier to accept that he was a body to warm someone's bed.]

Also, who says I want you to behave. Don't promise that because I might go out of my way to make you break it. [Wriothesley loves a challenge and oh is this definitely more of a challenge to him than anything else.]

Ouch though. I worked hard on this physique and to be worth it in the ring. I think I deserve a kiss for you bruising my ego.

You only say that now.

[ He's trying to warn him while he can. Even though the warmth from Wriothesley's is threatening to distract him into mindless affection-seeking and completely animalistic possessiveness, Nanami tries to keep his expression serious and stern. This is an important conversation they are having! It involves their safety, because both of them are obviously used to attracting less savory attention. And as sweet as the boxer might find him in this moment, he's still no better than a wild beast when his instincts really take over. What if Wriothesley finds out how dangerous he is the worst way? Nanami lets out a sigh, frustrated and yet pleasantly satisfied. Ah, this man is dangerous for his common sense at least. ]

I don't want you to do anything against your will. You don't know me. There's no point in asking you to do something before you know what you're getting into.

[ He's not a monster no matter what people say. Unlike other beastmen who might use their strength and indulge their urges to keep unwilling mates submissive beneath them, Nanami doesn't want to allow himself to end up capturing a human that doesn't feel the same pack instinct he does. Too many beastmen try to treat humans the way other beasts treat each other, following the absolute law of dominance and leadership that leads them to herding their mates around, and that only ends up with those humans miserable and either leaving or unhappy. Nanami scowls briefly, looking away. It's just because Wriothesley hasn't seen him at his worst yet that he can tease him.

Eventually, he can hear the voice of his old packmate in his mind. when they really see us, they run screaming. That's just how it is.

But he does like the boxer's company. It would already be bad to admit how he'd passed by the ring almost routinely, catching fights here and there while he went to and from hunting, fascinated by the stranger he kept getting the scent of. He can't really explain his reasoning himself--it's just an instinct, a compulsion to get closer to this man. Even as he tries to sulk, he ends up obeying the request, pulling the boxer in for a hungry kiss that ends up a little more demanding than gentle. ]

For now.

[ He's a little breathless when he pulls back. ]

I want you to stay for now. I'll provide food and a bed. If you don't like it, you don't owe me any explanations. It's just business.

[ He lays down those words like a safety net, giving Wriothesley a way out. One night of good sex doesn't mean any more than that, and Nanami reins himself in, cutting off his own expectations. The last thing he needs to do is mark this man and let his urge to make them his take over after their first encounter. Even though the canine side wants to hold him under him and hear him whine even now. He can't stop himself from licking the edge of Wriothesley's lips, running his thumb over them after his tongue. ]

You can ask me for anything you want.

I think you underestimate me a little too much. [He sighs a little before reaching to gently tug one of Nanami's ears.] You can't get me to do anything against my will, but you can just be honest and ask instead of saying these things the way you are. You can just ask and I can answer. I can also change my answer down the road.

[Wriothesley knows himself well enough. He knows his limits (usually), and he isn't someone who easily would be taken advantage of. He hasn't gotten this far in life by being trampled on after all.

He can understand where Nanami's concerns are, but he simply couldn't accept the way the other was going about it.] Isn't it important to communicate things properly. I don't know you and you don't know me, so this is where we learn those things. You can just ask things and I can answer accordingly. [He goes back to scratching behind Nanami's ears with a little huff.

Though, he can't help but smile into the kiss as the other pulls him into a passionate kiss.] Anything I want, hmm? That's dangerous to offer.

[He can't help but run his tongue over Nanami's thumb when they swipe it over his lips.] What if I said I wanted a nice, hearty breakfast and tea in the morning and to be carried around like a princess. [He captures the thumb in his mouth to suck on it before letting it go.] To cater to my whims for the day. [He finally looks at the other with a grin.]

But after you fuck my brains out. Would you do it?

I don't wanna fall another moment into your gravity.

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