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NOCT OVERFLOW

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[ He doesn't see him at first. The crowd is teeming, shadows stretch, laughter rings out amidst the mutter and chatter. An outsider looking in, the daemon's content to watch—he's always considered himself one who lingers on the outskirts, able to blend but it's never really felt quite right. Only a select handful of people have given him that feeling, a sensation of being whole, but the wrongness is so familiar that it, in itself, feels correct.

It's the sound of his voice—so often grit against his ear on warm nights or cool with judgement during long days—and the daemon turns right away, almost convinced that it's a figment of his imagination. With how strange he's felt since some Hanara blew pheromones into his face, phantom voices wouldn't shock.

Yet there he is.

The daemon blinks once, twice, eyebrow arched in surprise and mouth stupidly agape until he finally answers— ]

Six?

[ With all the questioning of is it really you? rich in his tone. ]

[ there it is again, that familiar ache curling around his heart so tightly that it's almost difficult to breathe. the very moment rokurou says his name is all he needed to be convinced this is some kind of joke. he doesn't know why that makes him upset. hadn't he always been, even until the very end, the one to pull back whenever the daemon got too close? wasn't he always the first one to push him away?

so now that this is happening, why is his first instinct to reach out and see if that blight will feel the same, if his fingers hadn't forgotten the way rokurou has always loved to be touched?

he can feel himself trembling underneath the neon light. ]

... I've mistaken you for someone else.

[ the sorry doesn't really need to be said out loud.

before the other can protest, he turns on his feet and starts to walk away, intent on getting lost amidst the crowd. he'll run if he hears the daemon follow after him.

if he ever does. ]

[ If? If?

He would be offended if he knew that Six thought it a possibility that he would let him go. The moment their eyes lock, Rokurou knows it's real. Too vivid to be a dream of figment, and his stomach drops, his chest pangs, and for a moment it's almost too much.

Then: I've mistaken you for someone else.

So many people have gone and come back without their memories intact that, for a moment, Rokurou hesitates. But the fact that Six had said his name—even just the first syllable of it—kicks him into gear to follow after the erune. Pushing off the bench with too much power, it topples over, thudding to the ground loudly—but he doesn't stop to apologize to the woman still making his order of candied sweet potatoes.

Skidding, he chases after the other man, having gotten tangled in his kimono for a moment and losing time. People watch, wide-eyed and curious, except for the Hanara who continue to peacefully mull about. ]

Six? Six! [ he calls, again and again, reaching out and grabbing the very bottom of the man's cloak—and then yanking, pulling his back in to press against his chest and into the waiting tight embrace of his arms. ] Where are you going?!

[ He knows it wasn't a mistake, having seen the flash of recognition in those lilac eyes. ]

[ every time rokurou calls out for him, his heart swells as it hurts more and more. every part of him is yearning for him to turn around, to face rokurou again and reach out for him, but his feet won't stop bringing him forward—far away from the daemon's reach. he doesn't think he can do this again. waking up without rokurou the first time had been difficult enough.

what happens if they meet the same end?

knowing his luck, that's a lot more likely than he's willing to risk, so he needs to escape. needs to be far enough away that rokurou can no longer see him, but this plan falls apart the very minute the daemon grabbed ahold of his cloak.

it's just like before, he thinks to himself, just like the very first day they'd met. rokurou had done something similar because six was about to walk away with his kimono jacket but he'd stopped the erune just like this. only this time, the man pulls him closer until strong arms have trapped him in a warm embrace.

he can feel his breath catch in his throat, making this much harder than it should be. ]

... If you must know, I'm trying to get away from you. [ he says this, and yet does nothing to break free from rokurou's grasp. ] Now let me go.

What?

[ Confusion and frustration both scrunch into the daemon's features, furrowing his brow and thinning his lips. A rare time he isn't smiling—but that's because he's serious, painfully serious, and all the aches of having realized Six wasn't anywhere around when he first arrived have come crashing back all at once.

Only, this time there's Synchrony. Their embrace starts the fledgling bond, a channel birthed from emotional connection and intimacy opening between them and flooding with a rush of sizzling heat as Rokurou's emotions, as dim as they tend to be, pool down. Cool relief of having found him again, hot sunlike rays from having found him again, deep rooted pining from missing him (a thing he does so rarely), a spike of kinetic passion from feeling his touch, so damn familiar. And there—a twinge of sorrow at those words, hurting more than he would ever admit or show on his face.

Why would Six want to get away from him? Stubborn as always and ever was, Rokurou's arms only tighten, strapping across the erune's stomach to keep him firmly in place despite the onlookers whispering and watching. ]

No. I won't. [ his voice lowers, raspy as his throat tightens, ] I just got you back.

[ Another sluice of silky ache and gnawing desire twist together, sensation of syncing flushing across the daemon's skin. As pleasurable as it is, he hardly notices it, attention so intensely focused on the man he's caught and pinned in his arms. ]

So I won't let you leave.

[ this is different from the last time.

all of a sudden, emotions that don't belong to him mix in with his until it gets to the point where it's difficult to say where rokurou ends and he begins. the hot and cold rush of relief, the deep yearning that happens when you miss someone so damn much, overwhelming and overpowering everything else that mattered less.

they all blend in together as though six is the one experiencing them in waves, but he is quick to understand, to realize, that this is all coming from rokurou. the daemon whose emotions are locked away, the one he always thought was incapable of feeling so strongly just because of what he is—this wouldn't be the first time six had gotten something wrong. ]

No.

[ his voice trembles, his body shaking like a lone leaf in strong winds. it's difficult to find the right words to convey what he wants to say. everything is a mess by now—his heart, his mind, little things that are starting to fall apart. he is barely hanging onto the composure he managed to patch up together, always so weak once rokurou gets like this. ]

If I stay here... If I accept you...

[ he doesn't have to say much else. synchrony kicks in and level sets the undeniable fear that has now taken root deep in the erune's heart. he's scared of how being with rokurou has always felt right. he's scared of how he never wants to let him go again, now that they've found each other once more. most of all, he's scared of losing him again, because he knows, deep down, that it's an inevitability just like everything else he's ever held so near and dear to his heart. ]

It'll be better for the both of us if you let me go.

[ New emotion floods right back to him: the cold, bitter tang of fear. It's thick on his tongue, roils in his belly with all of the other clenching sensations, a sharp chill that floods to even the soles of his feet. But even with that, the needling golden thread that shimmers so brightly through it all doesn't fade—that Six wants him too. That's all the daemon needs to latch onto, curling that single string around his fingers as a landline. ]

I don't want better. I just want you.

[ An honest admission—too honest, too charged, and it's only then that he realizes that the pheromones might be making him especially reckless. But—fuck—Six is just at fault, trying to leave the moment the reconnected after months of being apart and no proper goodbye. The sense of loss might have been intensified by their visitors, but it doesn't change that he had been aching in that loss for weeks. A rare thing, when all he's known growing up is that everything is fleeting. Family. Friends. Humanity itself.

Charged or not, it's the damned truth, and he won't take it back. It swells beneath his breast, a bubble of stubborn and selfish and passion. ]

Even if you don't want me ... I don't give up that easily.

[ Which Six knows. Of course he knows. ]

[ i just want you, rokurou tells him, as if it's so easy, as if it's going to make up for how it all ended between them. there was no proper goodbye, not even an inclination that it was going to be their last night together. when morning came, six simply found himself back in his quarters at one of the eternals' hideouts, and rokurou was nowhere to be found—he remembers how it all felt once realization came crashing down on him.

the very same emotions are resurfacing right here and now, all because he's thinking about what could go wrong if that happens again. if he allows rokurou back into his heart where he rightfully belongs. he doesn't know if he can deal with it a second time, when the first go-around had already been bad enough, but a thought occurs to him.

that golden thread, unwinding and unravelling itself, to ask him this: will it be worse than never having rokurou at all? ]

I—

[ his ears dip down, shoulders slumping out of weariness and defeat. he knows the answer to that because it's one that will never change regardless of how much time has passed, regardless of how many times they'll have to go through this over and over. ]

... This would be so much easier if I never found you.

[ despite his words, his hands reach up to hold onto rokurou's arms. some kind of half-hug that's only possible given the way the daemon is hanging onto him. his heart is beating so fast because given how synchrony works, there's no way the daemon will miss the surge of something new. something softer. something melancholic and more heartbroken.

that feeling of how badly, desperately, six wants to be with rokurou again, no matter how much it will hurt. if only because it's always felt right, and he knows, he's always known, that this is how he wants it be. ]

[ Balmy, shimmery, Six's emotions slip through and blend with Rokurou's. Fragile, as though they might shatter with the lightest touch—drifting along as the soft keening keys of a piano song, pained sentiment making the daemon's chest twang with echoed empathy.

He doesn't want to feel it again either. Split skin, aching bruises, the sting of a blade cutting fine hairs and just missing drawing blood—all pain the daemon relishes. This? The looking for Six, wondering where he is, where he's gone, frustrated that he didn't know that the last time he had seen him would be the last time he'd see him. Nothing he wanted or missed, since turning into a daemon. ]

Maybe. [ eventually they would forget. everything ends, and Rokurou's lost enough people to know how to move on ... but this is one of the few times where he doesn't want to. which is why he bites his lip, furrow of his brow deepening. ] But who cares if it isn't easy?

[ Stubborn, he tightens his grip and steps, dragging Six along with him as he begins to head back to his apartment. It isn't far, having opted for one of the smaller and dirtier places for the sake of being closer to the Ruby Underground. Its familiarity to Caihong had been drawing, and evidentially that choice had been worth it. ]

Come on.

[ The people around them have had enough of a show, openly watching their reuinion with interest, unsure if it's going to end up as a brawl or hugfest. Either way, Rokurou doesn't care for their prying eyes. ]

We're going to my place.

[ six is suddenly all too aware of how many eyes are on them. his face heats up, flustered over not having realized much sooner, but it's too late to rectify that now. rokurou is tugging him forward, determined to continue this back at his place.

this is it, six thinks, the last chance he has to give this all up. if he allows rokurou to take him back to his apartment, then there's no turning back once they've crossed the line. it's as good as being willing to set himself up for heartbreak again and again, because that's exactly where this is going to lead to. he'll accept the daemon back into his heart, and from there, it's only a matter of time when something will cause it to fall apart again.

is he willing to put up with that risk once more? rokurou doesn't care if it's never going to be easy, so why is he hesitating so much?

there's a split-second where his body refuses to move, arm feeling the pull of the daemon's as he remains rooted in place. his mind is spinning with so many questions and answers that he doesn't know where to begin, but all he has to say is this— ]

... Alright.

[ —and then the world starts to move again.

his steps are weary, but light, as if he is more hopeful than he is cautious. being with rokurou has always taken away the weight on his shoulders, and he supposes, even if they end up worlds apart, that will never really change. so he allows himself to be guided through the busy streets of the ruby underground, eyes trained forward and locked on the daemon's frame.

not even the familiar sights that bring him back to memories of caihong are enough to draw his attention away. he wants to always have the daemon in his line of sight if only because it helps soothe his fear that this is just a dream he's about to wake up from. ]

After all this time, you haven't changed at all.

[ Leading the way, Rokurou changes his grasp from Six's arm to sliding down to clasp his hand, fingers keeping tight as though the erune might somehow vanish again. The fear feels reasonable when he had been there one moment and gone the next—not even in this new world when Rokurou had arrived.

The apartment building is tall, mostly studios and one bedrooms, and he leads the way into its front door and toward the elevator with surprising swiftness. Nothing distracts him from Six and their forward path; he doesn't look back at the other man, Orpheus's sire, threat of losing his Eurydice clamming across his skin.

Six's comment earns a soft laugh and shake of the head. ]

I wouldn't change in just a few months. [ he hasn't changed much at all since he became a daemon at nineteen, always the one to be ever the same, change a slow process if it happens at all, ] But it feels longer, doesn't it?

[ Of course, he's assuming the flow of time has been the same between them—six months of separation, about, give or take a few.

Leading into the apartment, Rokurou closes the door behind him, exhaling slowly. Inside, it feels safer, feels—more real. As if managing to bring Six here is proof that he's not a figment of desire or some hallucination caused by the flowering newcomers. The apartment, for its part, is a simple studio scantly furnished. Just his swords, some clothes, basic necessities, and a plant Six will find familiar carefully perched on the windowsill for light. ]

Here we go.

[ the erune remains quiet while rokurou leads the way to his apartment, but the simple act of it takes him back to the days they've spent in caihong together. he doesn't know if it's because the scenery looks the same, or if it's because something like this where he simply follows after the daemon has happened before. not that it really matters in the end, he supposes.

he doesn't have anything to say until rokurou says something curious. his eyes narrow for a little while before they soften, weariness creasing the edges of lilac hues. ]

It has been more than a year for me.

[ said so softly that he's sure the daemon wouldn't hear it. it's probably for the best that way since he doesn't know how to explain the time difference, even if it makes sense to him. of course there's no way something like that would match up.

their lives aren't made for fairytales. perfection is hard to achieve beyond them.

he can't help but look around the apartment once he's in, but of course there's only one thing he zeroes in on. it doesn't take him long before he is approaching the plant, reaching towards it to touch its leaves ever so lightly. ]

... Why do you have this? [ mild disbelief, his mind spinning. ] Why did you keep this?

[ it's difficult to come up with a reason that makes sense to him. the one that keeps cropping up is what makes this so hard to believe. ]

[ Six stops to examine the plant that cracked from their egg and Rokurou follows, crossing his arms and leaning a shoulder against the wall right beside the panelling. The erune might be shocked at the sight of their plant, but the daemon's still a little stuck on the fact that it's been over a year for Six. Sure, time's a tricky thing, but he's fairly confident it hasn't been longer than six months. Maybe seven, if he counts how long he's been here. ]

Why wouldn't I? It's ours. [ though Six's fingers brush along the plant's green leaves—somehow, it's thriving—Rokurou's mismatched gaze remains steadily on the erune's face. ] It's important to me. It's ... well. I thought I lost you—... and when I realized that I didn't have anything of yours...

[ Clearing his throat and unfolding his arms, Rokurou scratches beneath his eyebrow, searching for the right words. How to put it. He had missed Six, and when he realized he didn't have anything else of the erune's to even remember him by ..... there was no way he would let anything happen to the plant after that.

It had bothered him, having nothing of Six's in memory of him. He might be used to loss, expectant of loss, but under all of that he's sentimental about the important things. ]

Of course I'd keep it.

[ The one last connection he had to someone who managed to get deep beneath his skin. A rare feat, shared by a select few others. ]

[ his chest feels tight already and rokurou isn't even done explaining why he kept the stupid plant. it's ours, he says, it's important to me. the daemon claims these things so easily that six has no idea how he'll ever be able to keep up with him. it's been more than a year and how he feels towards rokurou is still the same, barely faded and left untouched by time.

if anything, it feels much stronger now that he's found him again. his heart is beating way too fast that it's becoming much harder to think of what he could say. how he should say it. should he even bother at all? ]

... You're such an idiot.

[ foolish, incorrigible idiot. to think that rokurou would keep this plant because it's the only thing he had left of six, and six had nothing to remind him of rokurou beyond faraway memories and lost words. what a stupid, stupid, stupid idiot.

without saying much more, he takes a moment to remove his mask. he comes up to rokurou so they're face-to-face, nose-to-nose. he's so close that it's hard to avoid feeling his warm breath against tanned skin. ]

Don't lose sight of me again.

[ a breathless murmur, the only words uttered before he catches rokurou's lips with his. it's a kiss that comes with everything he'd been holding back: more than a year's worth of pining, the loneliness he couldn't be rid of, and the quiet happiness he never wants to let go of now that he's found rokurou again.

there's something else too, something much more pure than anything else he's ever felt, but he doesn't know how to describe it just yet. a rare feeling that radiates from the heart, simply difficult to hold back. ]

[ Six peels away his mask, revealing a face that Rokurou's been looking for over and over and over. Whenever he went out, whenever he caught sight of white hair, whenever a cloak flapped past. Here now and just the same as the daemon remembers: straight nose, proud cupid's bow, pale lips, strong jaw, lilac eyes, thick lashes, beauty mark.

He's reaching out to cup along Six's cheek the moment he steps in close, well-callused fingers gentle as they brush along fair skin. The image doesn't fade, solid and warm beneath his touch—and even warmer when the distance between them closes in a fierce, desperate kiss. One Rokurou meets with equal aching frenzy, sliding his hand up to thread his fingers into downy hair and curl. Keeping him close, because Six has been gone way too long.

The daemon's lips are quick to part, tongue lashing out in desperation. Needing to feel him—the grind of their lips sparks a strong, powerful channel of Synchrony breaking open between them, heaping large doses of Manna from just a kiss alone. Handholding with new friends doesn't hold a candle to what shocks across his skin now—a raging forest fire with gentleness and affection at its core churns between them, all of the pent up need and longing and deep-rooted affection knitting together to create a brilliant, sparkling tapestry.

Intense. Breathtaking. Wild.

He needs more.

Tightening his grip in Six's hair, Rokurou deepens the kiss. Groans into it as that pleasure ripples out again, again, again, stronger than straight vodka. Six feels so good pressed against him, now hard up against the wall as Rokurou pushes him and pins him there with the weight of his body. Not because of the Synchrony alone—the erune feels right, molded up against Rokurou, every muscular curve and sharp angle slotting into where it belongs to bring them together like lock and key.

Breaking their mouths for just a moment, Rokurou knocks their foreheads together and exhales. ]

Xing... I missed you.

[ it's not like six has forgotten what the surge of chroma felt like whenever he moonlaced with rokurou, but this is entirely different. on a whole other level, even. the rush of pleasure is one thing, but then there's the mix of their emotions thrown in — a crystal clear connection of how both of them feel towards one another. he's never felt anything like this.

he doesn't know if he's alright with being exposed like this, but rokurou feels so good on him that he doesn't want to stop.

the wall is solid and steady behind him, but the taste of the daemon on his tongue is what he focuses on. both arms wrap around the other's neck to deepen the kiss, lingers there for a while longer before one hand reaches up to unravel what keeps the daemon's hair bound together. an inky curtain is exactly what he wants to see, even more now that they've parted away.

they're still so close that six can't help but bore into those mismatched eyes. just exactly the way he remembered —

vibrant. passionate. fierce.

a small smile curls on his lips, almost amused when he says the following: ]

I couldn't tell.

[ he captures rokurou's lips in a kiss yet again, wanting to convey through this simple action what he didn't say out loud: i missed you too. ]

[ Hair falls loose in wild layers, falling over his shoulders and framing his face. As their mouths meet again, the daemon shrugs out of his iconic kimono jacket, letting it fall to the ground forgotten. There are too many layers between them, even though his hands can skim along Six's naked spine due to the backless nature of his outfit—touch that sparks more Manna, sensation of pleasure with keening, aching sweetness spidering out in waves from wherever the pads of his fingers touch.

Though Six doesn't say it back, he can feel it ... and not just because of Synchrony. He can sense it in the way Six's hands move, in the way his fingers clutch and smooth. In the press of his body. Most of all, in that kiss, emotion finding a way even without the curl of warmth from their new bond.

A groan escapes the daemon, a low keening sound from deep in his throat. Moonlancing had felt good—but this? It toes the line of maddening. He's always known instinctually that they felt the same, but they never really spoke about it. Like this, there's no need for words. Drowning in Six's emotions is heady and addicting; Rokurou sighs, a low gritty sound, strained with want.

Unwilling to let the kiss again, Rokurou presses forward into that kiss and begins a new one whenever it feels like it may meet its natural end. Blindly, his hands draw back to fumble over his own armor, peeling off bits and pieces until they drop down beside his kimono, peeling it all down to the final layer of tight undershirt and loose hakama. Though he knows they have much to catch up on, he can't help but want more. Hungry, already searching the belting and buttoning of Six's outfit to help loosen him out of it too. ]

[ words are difficult to convey exactly what six is feeling right now. this is a mess of emotions that he can't even begin to unravel — all high's and low's, equal parts good and bad. having their synchrony be this powerful is something he doesn't think he'll ever get used to, even if it'll become a part of their day-to-day (because six knows this isn't going to stop tonight), but that can't really be a bad thing.

by the time rokurou kisses him again, his skin is already on fire. the daemon's fingers barely touch him at all, too busy with peeling of pieces of armour and fabric that are currently in the way, but it barely matters. every noise rokurou makes sends his mind reeling, wanting more and more and more because of how easily his voice sets him off.

it's ridiculous how this part of him hasn't changed. how good he sounds when he's overwhelmed by the pleasure of their actions.

they've only just begun too, so he knows—things will only get better. ]

Rokurou...

[ it's been so long since he uttered that name in such a tone, just like smooth velvet and liquid silk. he starts mouthing that name on tanned skin, trailing kisses down the edge of the daemon's blight, a habit he'd never grown out despite their time apart. all the while, he continues to assist the other with their clothing until there's nothing left between them.

it's only then that he finally lets his hands roam—there is no muscle left untouched, no dip nor curve left unexplored. one hand focuses so much attention on the rough surface of daemonic blight, as though it wasn't obvious he missed him so much. the other goes lower and lower until he can wrap his fingers around rokurou's length, encouraging it to harden for what's coming next.

the time apart seems to have done something to him, made him more eager to please and take charge where need be. ]

[ He knew he had missed Six—a rare stir in his chest that came with tightened knots and dull echo—but the brunt of it hits him when the erune says his name like that. It's half of why he groans, a thick sound from his throat with a slow vibration of his adam's apple. Half, because the other cause is Six's touch, strong hands sliding along the map of his body and ending over the hard swell of his cock.

The bed isn't far, the studio a snug little place since he saw no reason to request anything bigger when he first arrived. It makes it easy to grab Six by the waist and throw him down onto the mattress, frame creaking beneath their joined weight as Rokurou straddles him, delving down for another kiss. Meeting Six's lips, relishing their shape and flavor, before leaving a wet trail as he moves his mouth along cheek, jaw, down to the handsome slope of Six's throat.

Nuzzling his face in, he kisses down along Six's throat. Teeth catch skin, nip, leaving scattered red lovebites as he goes—a pretty color that stands out against the erune's fairness. His own hands slide, greedy for touch, palms rubbing over hard muscle, fine bone, scars and smooth flesh alike.

The daemon pauses when his mouth finds the cool stone embedded low. Only for a moment, before he's kissing along its ridge, where skin and gem meet. The way it jags draws a chuckle, hot breath tickling against Six's throat as Rokurou murmurs, ]

Look at that. We match.

[ It's not his gemstone he's referring to. ]

[ a soft noise escapes six as soon as his back hits the mattress.

he would be laughing at how eager rokurou is to move things along if he wasn't feeling the exact same thing. synchronization makes it easy to tell that they're both experiencing similar emotions, that they both missed each other so badly that the usual foreplay seems like it's just taking forever. all the kissmarks the daemon is leaving behind would be pleasurable if it wasn't just downright agonizing at this point.

his head tilts up, instinctually giving the other man better access to the prize he's latched onto. while he hasn't thoroughly examined the gem that now crawls from his back to his neck, he understands immediately what rokurou meant by it — that they match.

it seems even this place knows who his heart belongs to, despite all odds. ]

Is that so?

[ without missing a beat, six takes this pause in their heated moment as an opportunity to roll them both over, switching places so that he's the one straddling rokurou this time around. his eyes are darkned by the haze of desire and lust, half-lidded in the way he looks down at the daemon underneath him. ]

I don't think I have the patience to discover what else is similar between the two of us.

[ slowly (slyly), he rubs against the length he'd trapped between their bodies, teasing rokurou over what's coming next. the next thing he does is likely something that might catch the daemon by surprise—his tongue darts out to lick all over his fingers, mimicking a motion that he knows would draw out a reaction from the other, but he wants this for something else.

he won't wait for rokurou to catch up before he begins to stretch himself open, more noises spilling forth because of it. ]

[ —ngh!

A gasp of surprise escapes when Six flips them and straddles, looking down at Rokurou with barely restrained want. Dark hair fanned out across the white pillowcase and blinking in surprise, Rokurou watches stupidly as Six keeps on being absurdly sexy. Those words go straight to his dick, which only serves the way the erune rubs against him—Rokurou gasps again, this time in shivered pleasure, reaching up to grab at pale outer thighs. ]

You ... [ it's rare for Rokurou's face to color, but right now, watching Six be so damn aggressive and slutty, it feels hot. not a brilliant red, that might never really happen against tan and blight, but undeniable pink flushes across human cheek and tops the tip of an ear. ] ... You've, ahh, gotten bolder.

[ Is his nose bleeding? It might be bleeding. Six just licked his fingers and now he's fondling his own ass—Rokurou's cock twitches between them, and he reaches to blindly stroke it, because he's unable to draw his eyes away from Six. Precum's already dripping from his slit, making the slide of his fingers wet and easy—every sound that spills out of the erune twists in Rokurou's gut, making him want more, need more, that need turning into sound as he voices his pleasure in sighs and low, guttural groans.

Fingers slick, he reaches up between Six's thighs to help, nudging the erune away because this ass is his. Prying, he delves one in first, gentle as he curls it inside and rubs its tip up toward the erune's belly. As long as it's been since they've been together, he hasn't forgotten what he learned. The angles that make Six jerk especially sweetly have long since been memorized, committed to his mind with a lurid recollection of fast sweaty nights and passionate slow mornings.

He adds a second finger slowly, because Six is stiff—has he not fucked anyone else...? As badly as Rokurou wants to hurry up, he doesn't want to hurt him just as he's finally gotten him back. ]

Fuck... you're so sexy. [ his voice is rough, broken up because of how intense desire's become. ] I really—....

[ I really like you. Words he doesn't finish, but the warm, affectionate sentiment surges along their fledgling bond, tsunami-strong. ]

[ there's a part of him that wishes he turned his back on rokurou, if only because he knows the view of what he's doing to himself would drive the daemon insane with want and need. if only rokurou can see the way six is stretching himself out, one would think he's received more experience during their time apart, and honestly, that would only be partly true. lilac eyes flutter close as his mind wanders back to lonely nights, and the lonelier ones where he made a mess all by his lonesome.

(he can only hope this synchronization bullshit doesn't share what he's thinking or else he's sure he'll never live this down.)

his body bends forward as rokurou chases his hand away, replacing it with his fingers as he begins to take him apart, exactly the way he has always liked it. a single digit slips in and he's already whimpering, mostly because it's rokurou and it's been so long since they were able to feel each other like this. it's as though his body hasn't forgotten everything it's learned during their time together, a realization that would usually embarrass him if he weren't so needy and desperate by now. ]

I—

[ i like you too, he wants to say, but he keeps it to himself for now.

the surge of emotion makes him tremble, body shivering deliciously as he understands what rokurou is trying to tell him without saying the actual words. it's something that makes his heart swell simply because he feels the same—more than a year apart, and six has never been more sure of anything else like this. they're words that are important, words that eventually must be said, but what they are and how they are is more than enough right now.

he seals this thought with another kiss, muffling the whimpers he can't stop making by capturing their mouths together. rokurou has commented on how bold he's gotten, and he intends to keep proving this change again and again, moving his hips in time with the rhythm of rokurou's fingers. he wants them deeper, wants to feel the spark he can never quite reach by himself. ]

Rokurou... Please...

[ a sweet request, murmured against those lips. ]

[ Lips press, warm tickle flushing out from curved mouth to spider down jaw and throat. A dyad of Synchrony and affection twine; Six's kiss doesn't need the former to make him warm to the toes, potent as 140 proof. Yet it's a little bit of added spice: the reassurance that Six feels the same way that he does, the flutter of desire and tenderness, a hint of picante that Rokurou's curious about since he's not sure what Six is thinking of when it slips across their bond.

Fingers curling and thrusting, he tries to give Six a hit of what he wants ... but they both know his fingers aren't long or thick enough to do it. It might still be a little tight—Rokurou scissors his fingers apart to stretch him out some more—but neither of them want to wait. ]

Yeah. [ another groan, hum from his throat as he clicks another soft kiss against Six's lips, ] Yeah. C'mere.

[ Drawing his hand away, Rokurou grabs his cock and gives a few more strokes before steadying it at the base, upright and ready for Six to sink down on. Something he encourages with the other hand, palm pressed over the erune's hip, nudging him back gently so that he'll line up for the sake of sinking down. ]

I want you.

[ six can feel his mind spinning.

just like this, with rokurou prepping him with his fingers, he's left wanting more and more and more. it leaves him panting like a bitch in heat by the time the daemon slips his hand away, mostly to line up his cock all nice and ready for six to sink onto. he doesn't bother waiting, doesn't really want to at this point, quickly guiding himself to where he needs to be so his body can swallow rokurou in one go.

it hurts — of course it does, he's spent more than a year without doing anything like this with anyone else. his body is struggling to acclimate to having something of this size deep inside of him once again but he doesn't move away, willing himself to get used to taking the daemon's cock in just like before.

impatience is never a good look on anyone, he should know this better than most, but there's a part of him that more than happy to feel this friction again. a part of him that's more than eager to lift himself up by just a fraction, only to sink down completely until he bottoms out. a red flush has overtaken his face by now, lilac eyes closed shut as he trembles under the weight of both pleasure and pain.

it won't be long until it all just feels good, he tells himself. he knows rokurou will make it feel good soon enough. ]

[ Damn, he's tight. If Six had fucked another guy, it was one with a pencil thin dick. There's a hard pleasure-pain clench and the daemon shivers, relishing that teetering edge, but automatically reaches to help soothe his lover rather than bask in the jolt it sends to his core. Carefully, so as not to jostle, he sits up so that Six is straddling his lap, a securing arm wrapping around the erune's waist and palm smoothing along the dip of his spine. Stroking gently, his fingers smooth over pale skin again and again, nails a light, relaxing comb.

Relax. That's right, babe ... just relax. Breathe. ]

You're okay.

[ Nosing against Six's shoulder, the daemon presses a few wet kisses along his collarbone and throat. There's no rush. As badly as he wants—they have the time for Six to adjust to the size and shape of his cock again. Maybe it really has been a year, for him to be so stiff—when they were together, they had enough sex that he was usually nice and pliant from the get. ]

Breathe, and focus on me.

[ His free hand reaches between them, searching for Six's cock to begin giving it a few strokes. The best way to distract from the discomfort is to offer pleasure, so that it will mount and mount and mount and overtake everything else. Nipping below jaw, Rokurou thumbs along the head of Six's heavy erection, working into a steady pace of grinding calluses and coaxing fingers.

Mouthing up, he finds Six's lips with his. He meets them hungrily, with another clicking kiss that deepens with the curl of his tongue. ]

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