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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[The low grumble just earns a bark of a laugh from the boxer. He laughs and waves his hand dismissively.] Alright, alright. It isn't stalking. Keep telling yourself that. If it isn't that Monsieur Stalker, then a name would be nice. I'm sure you know my name from the commentators at the ring, but I haven't gotten yours.

[Even if it was stalking, it doesn't seem that he's bothered by it. Doesn't seem to hold it to the other.

He offers the other an easy smile.] You don't seem like someone with ill intent, I guess. [Wriothesley considers himself rather good at reading others. It isn't a natural skill so much a skill born out of necessity. He did not grow up in a good environment and the only thing he could do is adapt if he wanted to scrape by. There was no one to rely on but himself. Nanami, for approaching him rather questionably, never came off as someone he should be incredibly wary of.]

You seemed like you wanted something and maybe I'm a sucker for a guy with your type of face. [He goes back to browsing the shelves and reading the titles off the spines.] The honest answer really is that you just don't calm off as someone I should see as a threat. That isn't to say you aren't dangerous or anything, but I didn't feel like I was at risk by agreeing.

[He finally pulls away from looking around and heads into the kitchen so he can watch the other.] I just can't put my finger on what exactly you want though. The what and the why.

[ Ah... he has a good point. It's even more embarrassing now, because he brought the man home and hasn't introduced himself, but still wants him to stay and eat. It's just that there was no reasonable way to approach him! Not when he's not human. It would have been bad no matter what he did. And he really did assume that Wriothesley would have immediately jumped in for a fight. He never expected him to be this agreeable.

There's no way to go back in time now. Nanami decides that all he can do is move forward. So he pauses in cooking and moves back to the living room where Wriothesley is looking at his books. There's a variety of titles, novels, collections of short stories and essays, bit of different genres. Nanami stops in front of the boxer and bows. ]

My name is Nanami Kento. I work in sales for a manufacturing company. What I wanted was just to talk to you. I want to know more about how you live your life.

[ And maybe to guard it, but he doesn't volunteer that just yet. ]

[He blinks before chuckling. He has got to say that this is the first time someone has politely bowed to him in greeting (he doesn’t count bows and other formalities on the ring since that was somewhat given). This was unnecessary, yet the other felt to respect him enough to do.]

Nanami. Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you then. I’m Wriothesley.

[And he can’t help but reach out and rustle Nanami’s hair a bit.]

What? You want my life story? It isn’t that exciting or anything. I’m just every other orphaned kid who grew up on the streets. I’m afraid that the way I live my life isn’t exactly honest or great. [He had no real reason to be secretive. A lot of his past he had thrown away with his name and even his birthday. Everything about him had been rebuilt from the bottom up with his own hands.

Wriothesley doesn’t realize that even those admissions might be something that would make Nanami want to protect him even more. He doesn’t even realize that’s what the other wants to do.]

[Normally he manages to keep his distance and remain reserved enough that people don't even try to touch him. If anything, they usually avoid spending much time with him (with a few exceptions, but those don't count as normal to begin with), so when Wriothesley ruffles fingers in his hair, he can't deny that it feels exceptionally good. Too good, really, and if he had less control Nanami might already be giving in to the urge to pull the boxer into his arms and hold him there. He knows how well Wriothesley can hold his own, and part of him wants to feel the flexing of muscle beneath him. But another part just wants to make sure Wriothesley can keep smiling like he does.

The story is delivered so casually Nanami almost isn't ready for it. He feels his hand tighten into a fist, frown forming on his face unconsciously.]

You should stay here.

[He distantly realizes the statement makes no sense, but he can't seem to shake off the feeling behind it.]

...For the night. You won't have to worry about anything while you're here.

Huh?

[The words catch him off guard. It’s such a sudden statement that he isn’t exactly sure what the other even means. Of course, his guess is that the other was suddenly asking him to move in…? That doesn’t make sense since they’ve only just properly met.

It seems Nanami corrects himself somewhat, but it doesn’t feel quite right. The words make sense, but there’s something about it that feels off. Like it had just been tilted in its side just a smidge.

He messes with Nanami’s hair a little more before letting his hand drop.] What’s going on in your head I wonder.

[He does pull his phone out to check the time. The phone is an old model and it’s somewhat battered but well taken care of. There’s a glimpse of broken pixels on the screen. His phone screen was a photo of a tea set.] Well, then let me take you up on that offer tonight. It looks like it would be pretty late by the time I would leave, and I don’t want to walk back to my place. [He pockets his phone and looks at the other.]

After all, you didn’t bring me here just to offer me tea and a meal, right?

[The turmoil he's feeling is only further muddled when Wriothesley keeps playing with his hair. He almost steps forward when it stops, wanting to continue the contact and do even more, but he somehow manages to hold himself back. What is he thinking? He's thinking that if he claims Wriothesley as his own, then no one else will dare touch him. But those are instincts he knows will upset his guest, and he really just wants to make sure the man is safe. After that display, there's no telling what classes of nonhumans might notice him. Especially if he's been fighting like that all this time. Nanami doesn't want to scare him away.]

What?

[His sense returns at the question, and he slowly shakes his head to clear it. He's clearly been slipping, and his skin feels hot as he clears his throat.]

That... I'm not trying to trick you into anything. I just want to talk. And it would be dangerous to let you walk home alone.

[Not that his instincts aren't already in overdrive, but it would be unfair to Wriothesley to try to ask for anything. He can be content, he's sure of it. He's just having a little trouble convincing the eager side of him to calm down.]

Oh?

[He chuckles somewhat sheepishly.] It’s nothing like that. I didn’t think you were deceiving me or anything. Like I said, I consider myself able to read people well enough so it never occurred to me. I just also kind of made amends that you were interested in more. Taking me back to your place and mentioning ways to blow off steam. It’s probably just my fault I read it that way but I just assumed you were also interested in sex.

[He isn’t ashamed of saying it out loud. It isn’t the first time a match wasn’t enough and someone wanted to take him home for a round. He isn’t ashamed to also have been asked for services and merely agreeing. A good time was a good time.]

I’m fine with just talking and all. I just also am even more surprised you did all this just to chat and offer me to crash.

I...

[Nanami can't say that he isn't interested in sex. Just seeing Wriothesley in the ring had caught his attention, and the more he talked to him, the stronger than feeling became. But he also started to feel bad once he got to talk to him. If Wriothesley had been an emotionally distant or callous person, it would have been easier for Nanami to aim for something quick, harsh, and equally unfeeling. But Wriothesley's cheerful, easy nature tugs at something in him that can't allow any mistreatment. He's different. He's important. It actually makes Nanami want him even more, but that desire is also mingling with one that just wants to bask in his smile for longer. To listen to his voice.]

You looked like you needed something to eat.

[He looks away again. His original plans for some quick and easy exchange has already crumbled, and now he selfishly wants more. He retreats to get Wriothesley's mug of tea--which is simple, but at least decent. He likes good flavor after all. Even tea bags are good quality tea bags. Nanami holds out the mug.]

Something you enjoy is enough.

[Nanami makes himself so obvious this time that anyone could tell that sex definitely was on the mind and that he definitely wanted it. What Wriothesley doesn’t know is why the other is trying to brush it off. He had already made peace the two of them might go a romp or two, so why deny it?

So he follows the other just a little too closely when Nanami retreats to retrieve him a mug of tea. He notes the smell and can already tell that the man doesn’t skimp on quality, but he isn’t thinking about that.

Wriothesley is suddenly crowding Nanami’s space and pressing way too close for it to be considered normal or respectful. Like this, Nanami can feel the slight chill of Wriothesley’s body. It was unnaturally cold for a human to run.]

Mm. Thanks. It smells good.

[He carefully takes the mug from the other. He’s still much too close to the other.] As sweet as you are, is it possible to have some sugar?

[He tilts his head slightly and his voice comes out in a slight purr.]

And if I told you that I enjoy sex? Come now, you’ve made yourself so obvious. And I won’t deny that a good cup of tea, a nice meal, and some sex that will have me feeling in the morning sounds a good way to end my night after a lackluster few fights in the ring.

[He doesn’t know why Nanami is hesitating nor does he realize that the other might be wanting more and more of his time and attention. Wriothesley just assumes that maybe Nanami is getting cold feet out of some regret on his original intentions when they decided to take him home.]

You’re interested in going toe to toe with me already. This doesn’t count?

[Ah. The close proximity at first seems almost coincidental, perhaps just coming from Wriothesley's curiosity as he follows him back to the kitchen. But very quickly Nanami realizes the boxer is already aware of his own appeal and he's not at all shy about saying exactly what he means. He had a feeling when he first started following him, hanging back in the streets, but now Nanami knows for certain: Wriothesley is very dangerous for him.

He shifts his weight slightly, leaning forward toward the cool brush of Wriothesley's body as he presses his advantage, carefully avoiding the hot mug so he doesn't disturb it. The hot spot between them contrasts the cold he can feel coming from the boxer himself, already addicting enough to make his mouth feel dry. Does Wriothesley even know what sort of creature he's found? Maybe not. It would explain his lack of concern, and Nanami can't dismiss the possibility that the boxer is just a little careless. That's why he should stay. Nanami's instinct keeps insisting that he needs to make Wriothesley stay, because then he can watch over him and keep him from being hurt. He'll have the freedom to be as careless as he wants, with all the pleasure he wants-

Ah, he's already cursed. Nanami can tell, and yet he can't stop himself from putting a hand to Wriothesley's back and pulling him closer.]

I was trying to give you a chance to relax. You're under no obligations, but if you say that you want something more, I'll do whatever I can to satisfy you. Are you sure that's what you're asking for?

[He relishes in the places their bodies meet; fond of the warmth the other emits. It’s an addicting feeling and he’s always reminded how much he craves even the littlest of skinship. He refuses to admit he’s touch starved but when Nanami’s hand finds his back and pulls him closer, he can’t help the content sigh and the way his shoulders relax.

He doesn’t realize how dangerous the other is to him; always the type to roll with the punches. Even if he did realize, he’d probably still fall. It was just too easy when the other was seemingly just as interested.

Wriothesley bats his eyelashes playfully.] Can’t I relax after? You’ll let me sleep in won’t you? [His tone is playful as he talks. He doesn’t know what Nanami is or the strength the other holds, but that doesn’t matter. Maybe it should matter, but that’s just a bridge to cross later.]

I’ve never been more sure in my life. I don’t want you holding back on my account when I’m more than willing. [The boxer can’t help but grind his hips against Nanami’s own. Playing with fire and definitely playing with Nanami’s restraint.]

Consider it a thank you for the food and tea. And the offer of somewhere to sleep for the night.

[It's been a hard road for Nanami to convince himself he doesn't want anything. Money, a bland life, something just to throw himself into and dull his senses until he drowns in it. If he chokes on the dregs, then at least he doesn't have to strive for anything and acknowledge how much it hurts.

But Wriothesley's soft sigh and the arch of his hips burns fire and need through Nanami's veins. He craves those small noises and fond reactions. They feel like they're giving him breath for the first time, and in spite of his better judgment and all of his careful control, Nanami's grip shifts to cup his hand under Wriothesley's ass and raise him up to meet the push of his body as he grinds back against him. He's almost completely forgotten his original intention was to feed and treat the boxer as a guest, his own hunger for contact dominating his thoughts as he places one chaste, light kiss against the side of his partner's lips.]

You're going to spill it.

[Restraint. He needs to be practicing self control right now, not sidelining care for his own drive for sex. He's trying to breathe slowly and gather his thoughts, but he underestimated how seductive the fighter is. And the worst part is that he doesn't seem to realize it.]

If I don't hold back, there's no guarantee you would want to continue. I just want to give you something good.

[Someone deserves to be happy. If it can't be him, then at least he'll make someone else smile. That's enough. It should be enough. Except he can't make himself pull back and stop holding Wriothesley like he knows he should. His whole body wants to lift the boxer up and claim him right on the counter.]

[The boxer practically purrs out a delighted sound, enjoying the friction between them and the way that Nanami starts to get handsy. He can practically feel the need roll off the man’s body. It made him wonder more about the other. Their wants and needs. Why they seemed to be holding back and denying themselves such things.

Wriothesley smiles lazily and lifts the mug to his lips to sip at it. He doesn’t pull away just like how Nanami seems to refuse to put distance between them. A tongue peaks out to licks his lips, enjoying the taste of the tea that lingers on them. Part of it is just show for the other.]

If I have a problem then I’ll voice it. There’s no point in the what ifs and the maybes. [He merely presses himself closer.]

You won’t know if I’ll want to continue if you don’t even try first. Hmm? Right now I’m a willing man. [He doesn’t actually know what’s to come, but there’s excitement there in itself. The thrum of power he feels from the other is something exhilarating. With how Nanami seems to hold tightly onto control and restraint, he wants to break it all down. He wants to see the other let go. Wriothesley wants it enough that he would consider it a need.]

You’re being awfully cute, you know. [Nanami’s words make him think the other cares about his well-being. A strange thought since he doesn’t think that can be. Why would they care so much for him of all people?] The little kiss and wanting to treat me so well. Aren’t you sweet. I happen to be fond of sweets.

[Wriothesley can’t help but keep playing.]

[Maybe the argument just sounds right because he wants it to. At the moment, Nanami is too distracted by Wriothesley's clearly inviting display to find a good counter point. He can leave if he wants to. He doesn't have to sleep with anyone. And the boxer is so at ease with their contact that he feels like they belong like this. He could convince himself that everything will be fine if he keeps Wriothesley with him.

It's because the boxer doesn't realize what he's dealing with. Nanami knows that, but he still leans in to steal another kiss, this time rough and more demanding. He sinks into the taste of Wriothesley's mouth, bringing both hands up to the back of his thighs, stroking him to the roll of his hips. The sharp tips of claws rear out from his fingertips, pulled back enough to keep from hurting but making their presence known. He's sure that as more canine features emerge, he'll have the boxer running, but it's too hard for him to hold back the fangs and shift of his body as it reveals fur and inhuman ears. He finally pulls back, looking quietly miserable in a half-human state.]

I tried to tell you it was better just to eat.

[Wriothesley kisses back just as fervently. He nips at Nanami’s bottom lip and runs his tongue to explore the other much like a man parched for water. He feels the shifts before he gets to see them. The grip on his thighs changing to something more than hands and tongue running over elongated teeth.

He pulls back just a smidge if only to get a good look at the other. Their bodies are still mostly pressed together and his eyes get blown wide like stars exploding.

There’s no disgust though. No upset. Instead, those steel blue eyes seem to sparkle with excitement. He laughs and tries to find a flat surface to place the mug down and reaches out to scratch behind those inhuman ears.]

Why are you looking so sad? Aren’t you being such a good boy to me? [His free hand grabs Nanami’s collar to yank him closer, tongue running over one of those long canines.] Did you think this was going to be a turn off for me? I don’t know about you, but this is pretty hot.

[Should he think about why he’s so into it? Probably. Does it matter to him? Not really.] Come on. If you look like such a sad, wet dog I’ll feel bad.

[He's expecting disgust and likely fear from Wriothesley, because there's no gentle way to completely explain what he is. At the very least, he probably should have kept control until he could voice his concerns, but he hadn't expected it to slip so easily. Nanami winces when Wriothesley pulls back and gets to see him, ready to pull away at last, but the response he gets, full of amusement and even excitement, stops him where he is. The hand behind his ears sends a shiver through his body, prompting a whine when he's pulled forward. He wouldn't have predicted the boxer could be so happy to have a monster as a partner, and having him act even more encouraging is simultaneously confusing and arousing.

And he still manages to make note that the mug has found its way to a safe surface, which means he has nothing else keeping him from pushing Wriothesley back completely against the counter, pinning him back and grabbing hold of his wrists to keep him steady.]

I'm not going to listen to puns all night.

[Really, how does he end up surrounded by people wanting to tease him? Nanami lets go of one hand so he can slip his under the front of Wriothesley's shirt, trailing the claws over his skin.]

Shouldn't you be afraid right now?

Oh? You’re not into that then? Doesn’t get you hot and bothered? Noted. [He doesn’t bring up he might be into praises, but this was just him testing the waters and seeing what might get Nanami going.

Instead, he continues to scratch behind the taller man’s ears because it seemed like he really liked that. He lets blunt nails run across Nanami’s scalp as he hums contently.

Wriothesley makes a small noise of surprise and the air stolen from his lungs as he finds himself pinned down in every sense of the word. He wriggles his fingers almost playfully.

The dark haired man was cold to the touch and he shivers as he soaks in the warmth of the other. The hand that was freed immediately moved to untuck Nanami’s shirt with his pants. He wasn’t one to be passive.]

Do you want me to be scared? I know the people who sometimes frequent the ring aren’t human. I know some of my enemies aren’t. If you ask me, some of the monsters I’ve met in my life was just an average person. I would never compare you to them.

[There’s obviously a story there for the future, but Wriothesley isn’t thinking about it as he starts to unbutton Nanami’s clothes.] How can I be afraid? You might have claws now, but your touches are still gentle. You’re trying not to hurt me.

[Again Wriothesley mentions something that sounds painful so casually that Nanami thinks it must be commonplace for him. Knowing that the boxer is familiar with the thoughtless cruelty of other people and continues to smile easily makes his whole body tense, for a moment Nanami wants to hold Wriothesley down and tell him he can’t leave. That he won’t allow anyone to touch him and spoil his optimism. But Nanami manages to hold back that instinct, at least for the moment. He’s still aroused from Wriothesley’s teasing, and even though he tried to pull his arms down, his pupils are already wide, taking in every sensation along with the sight of what feels like his person. He growls softly as Wriothesley starts to undress him, turning his attention toward impatient groping as he runs his hands over Wriothesley’s skin beneath his clothes. Now that he’s already come this far, there’s no use denying that he wants more.]

I could.

[Nanami’s warning is pressed softly against Wriothesley’s lips, right before he follows it with a kiss—-this time greedy and deep, pulling the other up to him as he lets a fang catch his lip.]

Most people would run if they saw someone who wasn’t human. It really doesn’t bother you?

[But even with the protests, Nanami helps Wriothesley pull back his clothes, a canine tail emerging to wag lightly and betray his mood.]

[Wriothesley has no idea how his words pull at Nanami’s heartstrings. How it only makes the man more and more possessive of him. They’re not exactly moments off his life he wants to remember or experience again and he thinks that he never fully processed the trauma of his childhood properly, but he also doesn’t want it to define him as a person. He’s more than just his sad story.

He lets out an appreciative hum as he unbottons Nanami’s shirt and lets his hands roam over the taller man’s chest. His hands still had their wraps and gloves on, but his fingertips were roughened with callouses as it runs over exposed skin.]

I don’t doubt that. [He groans into the kiss as he hungrily tries to steal Nanami’s air. He’s already half hard in his jeans and the thrill of being handled roughly only makes him more aroused.

He breaks the kiss, drool running down his chin as he catches his breath.] I enjoy it rough. The ache and feeling it in the morning. It’s good.

[There should be something to be said about how he wants it rough and hard. He can’t handle gentleness. That’s something that lovers would do after all and he shouldn’t be getting attached to a man he decided to allow to take him home.]

Do I seem bothered? [He grinds his hips against Nanami’s as though to remind the other of his hardening cock.

His hands travel to grab Nanami’s ass before playfully pulling on the man’s tail when he feels the fur wag against his skin.] You think I don’t think this is cute as fuck? I got you so excited how can I not be turned on?

[It doesn't take much to convince at least Nanami's instincts that he needs more of Wriothesley. The words alone already sparked the desire to protect and defend his newly acquired friend, the canine quickly changing the label in his mind from stranger to mate. The sensation of rough hands stroking over his skin and the groan against his mouth during the kiss completely break through his common sense and usual personal walls. His partner wants him, he wants him hard and strong, able to hold him through anything, and that has Nanami panting without even realizing it. He bucks involuntarily against Wriothesley's growing erection, impatiently rubbing his own swelling cock along the firm heat of the other's body. His hands tremble slightly as he fights his own urge to roughly pull him in, trying not to let his claws cut the boxer's skin as he caresses and kneads the muscle of a lithe willing body.

If he had any more awareness of the sanctity of his kitchen, it's long gone. The blonde groans and curses under his breath, reaching around to the front of Wriothesley's jeans and ripping the button off, fumbling a little to unzip him and palm his cock like that will give him equal pleasure. The tug on his tail earns an ungraceful keening noise, embarrassing and honest, and yet he can't find the will to care. All his focus has gone to haphazardly forcing his way under Wriothesley's clothes and kissing the nearest exposed skin, leaving marks in his wake as he claims him with his mouth from lips to neck to collarbone.]

Don't say that-

[The protest is more of a weak attempt at courtesy, as Nanami's resolve dies in the mix of his heat and Wriothesley's cool skin. The chill is strange, but it only makes him more eager to touch him. Being flattered so much is going straight to his groin and he can't seem to control his body's flush.]

If you keep talking, I won't be able to hold back.

[He still has weapons in the way. Nanami doesn't want to accidentally draw blood, but it's difficult not to want to manhandle his partner just to hear his pleasure.]

[He can’t help but grin devilishly. It’s like he can see the strings of Nanami’s self restraint slowly break one by one. A part of him knows he shouldn’t tease the other so much. Knows that what he’s doing is just asking for some form of punishment. It just so happens that the punishment isn’t even a punishment. Not when he wants it. Not when he loves the idea to see this ridiculously calm man he had met lose all control.

Wriothesley hasn’t really thought about anything that is coming next. Everything was all instinct and want.

The boxer laughs a little. How quickly the other went from trying to push their desire away to now being impatient.] Hey I liked these p-ahh [His complaints die on his tongue and all he can do is let out a pleased moan at the friction on his cock. He bucks his hips into Nanami’s hand, trying to chase that feeling.

He’ll complain about his pants later.]

Oh. You’re a possessive type of guy aren’t you. [He already knew that. Nanami’s words and actions didn’t make it super obvious, but there was an air to it that made him think it. It isn’t anything that Nanami did that screamed it but it was the way it seemed like the man didn’t want to scare him away. The need to accommodate him as much as possible and care for him. Okay, maybe it isn’t possessive but the want to hold onto him and not let him slip from his fingers.

It’s still a strange thought, but he guesses that the blond had their reasons.] I bet my neck is going to be black and blue by the time you’re finished with it. [His tone is chiding yet encouraging. The wraps around his neck have loosened up that the skin is easily accessible. The three large scars that travel from his throat and disappears under his shirt is more obvious.]

Sorry, sorry~ [His tone is not sorry at all. He isn’t sorry in the least.] I can’t help but talk. Seeing you get riled up is cute, sweetheart. Maybe you’ll just have to shut me up.

[Hes definitely doing it on purpose as he slides Nanami’s shirt off strong shoulders before working on the button and zipper of the man’s pants.]

[The accusation of being possessive earns Wriothesley a low noise that could be the start of another, deeper growl. It's a soft rumble that comes from Nanami's chest as he drags his palm up Wriothesley's length and over the edge of his hip, fingers curling to hook his pants and waistband, tugging them away. He lets his claws cut through the fabric, returning the teasing with that bit of rebellion as he pulls back to shrug off his shirt, tossing it aside on the floor.]

Understood.

[If that's the challenge, then he'll have to take it. He barely gives the boxer enough time to get his pants open before he grabs his wrists, holding them tightly and pulling Wriothesley's arms up above his head as his other arm scoops behind his back and lifts him up, pulling him into Nanami's body. He drags him to the edge of the counter, tilting him back so he can kiss down the exposed parts of his neck and chest, nipping at the line of his collarbone and running is tongue along the scratches his fangs leave.

When he lets Wriothesley's arms go, it's so he can slip further down and tug his pants down his thighs, ripping his way through the clothes to cover the boxer's erection with his mouth. There's no patience or hesitation this time, but the focused, steady wash of his tongue around the head right before he sinks down on him, taking him all the way in as he braces himself against the countertop. If Wriothesley's going to make noise, he wants it to be a noise he likes.]

[Oh, he very much likes that sound. It goes straight to his dick and makes it twitch with interest. The guy really was damn hot.

Wriothesley groans at the friction. It's not enough, but it's a start.]

What do you me-! [His words are cut off as the other easily lifts him up. The strength doesn't surprise him, but it still catches him off guard that they can lift him up as though he weighed very little. He was not a small person by any means. The boxer only vaguely starts to think that maybe he is way over his head.

The smaller man doesn't get a chance to complain about how the other has ruined his clothes because he feels the hot warmth of Nanami's mouth on his hardened length and all he can do is cry out Nanami's name as they take his entire length in their mouth. He arches his back with an embarrassing whine, hands immediately tangling in Nanami's hair.] G-Give a guy a warning. [He's breathless as he looks at the other with hazy eyes.

He reminds himself he isn't a small guy in every meaning of the word and his physique, but this guy swallowed him whole with no preamble.]

[The sound of Wriothesley's cry of pleasure is good encouragement. Nanami hums a soft note as he pulls back and lets his mouth slide off of the thick cock, following that by a slow, appreciative lick along the underside of it. He lets out a heavy breath, resting his hands on either side of Wriothesley's hips, and holds him close so he can rub against the erection with his cheek.]

You're still talking.

[It almost seems like a lazy comment as Nanami takes his time, letting his face rub against Wriothesley's cock while he kisses bruises on his hips and abs, letting his desire strain a bit more. A tilt downward lets him bite the man's inner thigh, claiming him there before he goes back to taking the length into his throat. His hands grip the firm muscles keeping Wriothesley upright, pressing tightly as he pulls him closer, trying to bury him deep down. The boxer wasn't wrong about his desire to possess him. Nanami's instinct is telling him he has to have him, to mark him as his and touch every intimate part of him so he can keep him there, only focused on pleasure.]

Would you ah want it to be that easy? [He can't help but grin before tugging at Nanami's hair. This guy is going to be the death of him. Hot and cute.] You can't be acting this cute after swallowing my cock like that. It's not fair.

[Seriously. Nanami rubbing his cheek against his body is unnecessarily cute for a man as big as them.

He's shameless in his moans. Wriothesley doesn't try and stiffen the noises that flow from his mouth. He doesn't feel the need to and it would be a lie if he isn't being extra noisy to rile the other up. To reward the other for the pleasure that runs up his spine like electricity.] Mm- Hah...more. [His thighs quiver and he's trying to be conscious of his body so he doesn't clamp his legs close around Nanami's head.

His fingers dig into the taller man's scalp as he tugs a little. A plea for more.]

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