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Wriothesley[10♦] ([personal profile] 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?
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[personal profile] stresspoint 2024-03-02 09:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[ 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. ]
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[personal profile] stresspoint 2024-03-12 03:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[ 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. ]
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[personal profile] stresspoint 2024-04-17 03:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[ 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.
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[personal profile] stresspoint 2024-04-27 05:12 am (UTC)(link)
[ 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.
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[personal profile] stresspoint 2024-05-25 02:47 pm (UTC)(link)
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.
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[personal profile] stresspoint 2024-05-31 04:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He's trying to be serious and maintain the usual stern control he meant to have when he first brought Wriothesley home, but when the boxer tugs on his ear, sending a sudden hot streak of lightning straight to his groin, Nanami growls and clenches his claws into the couch cushion he's leaning over. ]

S-shit.

[ Even though his partner is spent and comfortably relaxed, the dog's mating instinct is still perked, and Wriothesley's teasing tug is enough to make him suddenly ache again. He's trying to have a serious conversation with the man, but they're wringing out both his pessimism and his common sense, leaving the raw instincts of his canine needs dominant in his mind. Every time he tries to collect himself, it seems like Wriothesley is determined to reduce him to a drooling mess driven by rut. Any complaint or protest he might have had dies on his lips as he whines into the pleasure of Wriothesley's fingers, returning the kiss with a mess, eager demand for access. ]

What do I make you?

[ His tail is thrashing wildly, the dog instinct coming forward with embarrassing enthusiasm. Anything Wriothesley asks him to do in that moment seems exciting. Serving his mate, fetching for him, being praised and earning that delicious feeling of scratching behind his ears that has Nanami melting under his touch, it all feeds into his instincts and has his cock swelling all over again. ]

I'll do it. I want to carry you and feed you. I want you to be mine.

[ Even though he's already losing his senses again, Nanami manages to pull at least enough coherence together to realize what he's blurting out and what condition Wriothesley is in. He curses again, rubbing his face to try to clear his head. ]

Fuck. I mean, I'll cook for you. Just- try to relax for now.

[ He clearly sees the irony of those words when all he can think about is the feeling of having his cock inside the boxer now that Wriothesley has him riled up again. His usual pale face is deep red and his breathing is coming rougher. ]

If you want to be spoiled for the day, you don't need to tease me now. I-

[ He lets whatever that thought is fade and grumbles. ]

It's been a while since I've had anyone visit. I don't need bribery to give you any of those things.
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[personal profile] stresspoint 2024-06-19 09:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The fingers rubbing his ears bleed all of the tension and concern out of Nanami's mind, leaving only a fuzzy feeling of hunger and arousal that has him moaning softly despite his attempts at being the rational one of the two. Wriothesley should be resting and getting some sleep, he knows, but that thought is becoming less and less important compared to the need to wrap around him and feel him shivering with Nanami buried all the way in him again.

Especially when the boxer starts stroking him all over again. Sane arguments and any lingering doubts become muted as his brain turns to raw bestial desire. The blonde growls as the rough strokes make his nerves feel too sensitive, causing his hips to buck sharply into the hand with reckless thrusts, and before he has time to think about it, Nanami is stroking Wriothesley as well, impatiently returning the favor to fully satisfy his mate. What he wants is to fold him in half on the couch and fill him again until his breeding instinct is satisfied. The canine wants to claim him over and over, turning Wriothesley exactly into the cum-drunk mess he asked for. He leans forward and buries his face in the boxer's neck, breathing in his clean scent as he strokes him. The desire to dirty him all over makes him lick his throat, sucking against the skin. ]


Stay with me. Only me.

[ He wants the boxer to want him as much as he wants him in the moment. Everything else is being overridden by instinct as Nanami starts rubbing his other hand over familiar bruises on Wriothesley's inner thighs. ]
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[personal profile] stresspoint 2024-07-03 10:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The hands on his cock are enough to get the beastman to jerk his hips with an embarrassing stutter as he tries not to lose himself in the fog of lust and breeding instinct. He groans, low and near a growl as Wriothesley's thumb is wet by the beads of precum forming. ]

I'm- trying to- nngh...!

[ The rest of that sentence is lost when his instinct takes over. Whether he wanted to say he was trying to be gentle or practical or any number of words he might have used to explain not wanting to push Wriothesley's body any further, those are all lost when the beast takes over and Nanami pushes the boxer back onto the couch, using his large palms to spread his legs more and rise up to roll his hips against the boxer's hands, his swollen cock showing just how eager he is to answer Wriothesley's request. He leans over him, biting the top of one of his shoulders to leave another mark, his possessive need to have this man overriding all other thoughts as he thrusts against the friction of his grip. ]