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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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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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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.
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[ 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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[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?
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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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He lets out a low hum in thought as he rubs the ears gently between his thumb and forefinger.]
Mm, French toast. It's been awhile since I've gotten to have it.
[Maybe he's a little cum brained. Way over his head. Nanami reveals what they want and he finds himself not so bothered by it. Well, it's nice, to be desired so strongly. He doesn't quite believe it as nothing more than some physical attraction to him and, eventually, Nanami would move on once he was no longer appealing to them.
Which is all the more reason to enjoy the moment now, right?] Teasing you is fun. I'm doing it because I can't help myself.
[A hand reaches down to stroke the other.] What do you mean bribery? I asked if you'd make me breakfast and carry me around. [He strokes the other roughly.] But you forgot the other part where I asked you to fuck my brains out. I think that I'm way too cognizant for what I asked for, sweetness.
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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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Give me reason to stay then, sweetheart. [A soft moan as his own cock fills, arousal obvious in his movements.] Prove to me why I should stay with you.
[A lick of his lips as he admires the man in their entirety.] A shame you just got me cleaned up only to get messy again. [He runs a calloused thumb over the slit on the head of Nanami's cock.] You want me covered in your cum, don't you though? You want me filled with you, huh? I don't know what you're waiting for when I've only ever been willing.
[He shivers under Nanami's touches. The bruises aching under Nanami's fingers, but finding the sting to be delectable more than anything. Wriothesley shamelessly opens his legs up to entice the man.] Fill me up, won't you?
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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. ]
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The boxer spreads his legs wide open for Nanami, shameless in how he's obviously enticing Nanami to take what they want.]
It's all for the taking, sweetheart.