NOCT OVERFLOW

[swordhardy]

OVERFLOW & EVENTS

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[wray]

[ 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. ]

[swordhardy]

[ 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.

[wray]

[ 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. ]

[swordhardy]

[ 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. ]

[wray]

[ rokurou always has a way with making him feel good no matter how much he's struggling. already, the daemon has found a way to distract him from the pain — those light nails raking along his spine, following the arch of it, making him tremble underneath featherlight touches. he reacts almost instinctually when rokurou sits up, arms reaching forward to wrap around the daemon's neck so he can whimper softly right next to his ear. ]

Rokurou...

[ a keening noise, almost pleading.

he breathes when he's told to do so, a slow rhythm of inhales and exhales while he slowly grows more used to the shape and size of rokurou's cock. the pain is still there but it feels less and less prominent now, not as awful as the first time something breached him past the rim. it's a lot more tolerable now that his own length is played with, the pleasure overlapping with everything else until it's all he feels.

pre-cum coats rokurou's fingers almost liberally, but whatever else he wants to beg for is cut short by those lips capturing his yet again. his fingers clutch at inky black locks, unaware of how tightly he might be pulling t them. he kisses the daemon back hungrily, desperately, hips rocking slowly now that it's much easier to breathe in and out. his rhythm is still a bit off, still just a bit awkward, but that's never stopped them before.

he doesn't think it'll change things at all. if anything, the familiarity of this makes it a lot better. this makes it feel like he's found his way back to something he never stopped searching for despite how long it's been. ]

I missed you so.

[ he whispers quietly, his voice broken up by the moans he can no longer hold back. ]

[swordhardy]

[ He can't keep his mouth off Six. Lips ghost along in light kisses, pursing the corner of the erune's mouth and down. A constant series, little nips with a swipe of tongue, affection pressed onto every inch Rokurou can reach without moving away from his embrace.

Lips that curve with fondness, smile pressing into Six's skin with those words. I missed you so. It feels good to hear them, again and again, because it assures that they felt the same way. All the nights of wondering where the erune was, what he was doing, who he was doing it with, or if he had isolated himself again and was alone ... they no longer feel so bitter, now tinged with sweetness. ]

I missed you too. [ arm snug around the erune's waist for support, he begins to thrust in time, a slow motion where they try and figure out their pacing, ] More than you know. I couldn't stop thinking about you.

[ Even as they begin to move, Rokurou doesn't forget to continue stroking Six's erection. As selfish a daemon he is, right now, he just wants Six to feel good. Wants more of those moans that spill from his lips. To feel more of him, soak in it, because he had accepted that they would never meet again when the erune hadn't arrived weeks ago. The universe isn't so kind as to let a man like him meet two treasured people again; it had seemed impossible.

Their rhythm isn't perfect but it's good. Pleasure forges its course, singing to his blood, drawing heat along his skin, tightening every muscle and seeping to the farthest point of every digit. The daemon groans, bucking up again and again, a little harder and faster each time. Mouthing again, his teeth catch and sink into Six's throat, hungry to suck, biting down a love bite in passionate splotched red.

Faster, faster, harder. Rokurou's arm tightens again, a possessive grip as much as it's to help keep Six upright as he's pistoned on his lap. Skin slaps, a salacious sound in the small space of Rokurou's studio; the sound of their keening whines and heavy breaths fill it quickly.

Blunt nails scratch along Six's tailbone, a tallied sting before digging down. He won't let go—not when it still feels like it all could break away in a photo-snap instant. ]

I, haa, really... really... wanted to see you.

[wray]

[ his heart melts with every little thing rokurou imprints onto his skin. the daemon's kisses are featherlite, a soft graze of mouth and teeth that give him goosebumps along its wake; his touches are almost searing, heated of fingers with the intent of making him come undone. six has a hard time of trying to decide which one his mind should zero in on first — a sensory overload that he never wants to end.

affection, adoration, an emotion closer to love, is rattling against the cage of his ribs, threatening to spill itself all over them both as it no longer wants to be contained. yet something—or rather, six himself wants to hold back. despite the time that has passed, where old wounds have begun to heal, where he was finally able to leave his guilt behind simply so he could start to want things for himself again, he remains frightened of the unknown.

he remains frightened of the very prospect he may wake up the next day and rokurou isn't by his side again.

his nails dig into tanned skin, clawing as pleasure surmounts and mixes itself with the aching pang in his chest. uncertainties and insecurities have always been his worst enemies, but he knows he shouldn't let them take away from the good things he is blessed with now. nothing will ever change the fact that rokurou is right here with him, that they found each other again despite all cosmic odds, that he's getting fucked so hard and deep there's no way this is ever going to be a lie.

synchrony will make this obvious to the other, but six tries to undermine it by searching for the daemon's hand, fingers reaching to intertwine theirs until they're locked in place. once satisfied, his movements become more frenzied, equal parts sensual and intense, body rocking much faster than the awkward rhythm they've fallen into. the tip of rokurou's cock manages to hit a part of him that makes starburst crop up in his vision, a spike of pleasure that's accompanied by a sharp gasp.

he wants to know many things. wants to ask. struggles with finishing his words all thanks the way he whimpers and moans with every thrust he meets with just as much energy. the slap of skin on skin is so loud and obscene, more so because of the tiny space they're in, even worse when it's accompanied by the creak of the bed underneath them. ]

Tell me— [ a trembling start, voice low and tinged with what feels good ] why couldn't you, nnnh, stop... ah— thinking about me? What made you want to see me so badly?

[ all the while, his body keeps up the pace, keeps moving his hips in time with rokurou's thrusts just because he can, just because it's easier to lock their gazes together when they're this close. he can feel himself reaching the edge soon, but he is just as determined to take rokurou along with him. ]

[swordhardy]

[ Emotions buckle and then charge in a wild frenzy that trembles through the daemon. Chilling waterfall, whiplash tornado, burning firestorm, groaning earthquake. Shades of all thrum across their bond, bearing the weight of every element, deep and rich and difficult to comprehend. Feelings like this... intimate, tender, passionate. Their name flits through his mind but it seems so impossible. Yet here he is, sending back the same tumultuous weather to drench Six.

Panting, he looks back at the erune with cloudy eyes. A little stupid between the flow of passion over Synchrony, Manna bubbling to the point of overflow. Why, he asks. What, he asks. Words are so difficult, stopping up in the daemon's throat while his hips keep jerking, thrusting up into that sweet spot with vigor when Six gives him such delectable moans. Harder, faster, driving up up up and seeing sparkling white at the edges of his vision—in its center, only Six, because his gaze is unwavering. ]

Ah... th, that's...! [ his voice pitches, a keening whine and lowcut gasp as Six goes tight around his cock, drawing another hard shiver, ] Why, I...

[ The edge is there—he teeters, pushing up against it, body a flush of hot and cold pinpricks and beaded sweat. Fingers intertwined now, Rokurou squeezes Six's hand, finding reassurance in the connection. It fits against his just as well as he remembers. ]

Because, ah... [ huffing, panting harder, he throws himself into the last throes of desperation as his orgasm mounts, ] ... you belong with me.

[ It's a quiet admittance, too honest and too vulnerable. For how outgoing and extraverted the daemon is, it's quite rare for him to try to delve into his feelings ... much less share them. Smiles are easy. Jokes are easy. Focusing on someone else and their trials and tribulations is simple, deflection toward himself a natural habit. Giving himself up has never been easy, even when most of his emotions dulled with the loss of his humanity.

Yet ... Six asks, so he tries. This will never be easy for him, but there's no denying his feelings for the erune. Intimacy is never easy for him, something that only truly forms over tired and true time. He could count the number of people he's felt so strongly for on one hand, and only one. ]

It's impossible to promise but, ah... [ leaning his head in, he rests his forehead against Six's shoulder as he thrusts, coming undone, body jerking as he comes and rides the wave, wet semen making the slap between their bodies louder and slicker, ] I want to ask anyway. [ another shuddering breath, ] Don't go where I can't follow.

[wray]

[ the erune wonders if that wasn't a fair question to ask during the heat of the moment.

then again, rokurou has already thrown a few low-blows himself, starting with the fact that he kept the damned plant that always seemed so happy whenever the two of them were together. six wants to glance at where it's settled, wants to see if it's flourishing just like before, but finds himself unable to once the rush of emotions overwhelms him almost entirely. he can't think of anything else but how the daemon feels towards him, that mounting desperation that isn't so dissimilar to what he's feeling right here and now.

it's enough of a confirmation for him because he knows asking for more is just selfishness at that point—but then rokurou catches him off-guard, says unbelievable things like you belong with me. there's a split-second where surprise is the only thing written all over the erune's face, not even the rising passion and pleasure can overcome the shock that now fills the hues of his eyes.

he never thought he'd ever hear it. didn't think it would have mattered if he never heard it, but now that the daemon has given it to him, an utter, honest admission of how he felt, of what this means between the two of them — six doesn't want to let him go. ]

Then... stay with me.

[ now and always, he wants to say, but he's left breathless by the assault of how good everything feels right now. rokurou reaches the edge first and six is too quick to follow, clinging to the daemon so tightly as his back arches, body clutching the other in a tight wet heat as he makes a mess of the space between.

his voice is an embarrassing pitch right now but he can't stop himself from talking, from breathlessly saying these words out loud. ]

Even if it's impossible— don't lose sight of me again.

[ words he'd already said not too long ago and yet it bears repeating. it's a promise that seals their bond with each other, but he supposes only time will tell if they can both uphold it.

he knows he'll fight to keep things as they are if he has to. ]

[swordhardy]

[ The plant, for the record, is living its best blooming life right now. What were simple buds before have bloomed out into velvety lavender petals in the span of a few minutes, flowering and looking greener than ever. Even outside of Lunatia it seems to sense their emotions, inherently connected to what it was born out of. Of course, the daemon doesn't notice its response—he's far too wrapped up in Six.

Stay with me, Six says. Don't lose sight of me again. Rokurou's grip around the erune tightens as his body tenses, jerks, bucks. Pleasure knots and then snaps, bleeding out and making every limb fuzzy. Slick with sweat and panting, Rokurou gazes up at Six with eyes clouded over by afterglow. Even if they've both reached their peak he refuses to disengage, relishing Six's weight on top of him too much. Even as his cock goes soft, Rokurou keeps his grip tight, wanting to keep it warm in the tight clutch of the erune's ass. ]

I won't.

[ It's a promise that they both know is improbable yet he makes it all the same. And a promise is nothing a Rangetsu takes lightly—he means it. For as long as he can he won't lose sight of Six again.

Stupid smile tilting on his mouth, the daemon nods up to meet their mouths again. It's a slower kiss that lacks the urgency of a dragging build, rife with all the sweetness of tumbling down from the tip. Slow, easy, affectionate. A little clumsy with how that pleasure makes him lazy and pliant, basking in that post-orgasm simmer.

When it breaks, Rokurou doesn't go far, their lips still quite close when he murmurs, ]

Live with me. [ eyes lidding, ] It doesn't have to be here—we can find a bigger place than this.

[ Which would be necessary, seeing as how Rokurou's studio is just barely enough space for one. But it hadn't mattered before when he's always out, a wandering man by nature. However, with someone to return to... he'd be inclined to wander a little less. ]

What do you say?

[wray]

[ six doesn't really notice the plant either, too lost in the way rokurou looks at him, the way rokurou feels deep inside of him. this is just as how he'd always remembered it — his heart is a mess, racing a million beats per minute, and his mind isn't doing any better, just as caught up in the same haze that has now overtaken his body. he's thankful for the fact that they're both holding onto each other, because he's sure he would have melded himself into the sheets if that wasn't the case.

languidly, he kisses the daemon back, relishing in the taste of him, the familiar feel of his tongue. he surprises himself when he's the one to steal another kiss while the daemon is asking him to live together, as though he's somehow convinced that's more than enough of an answer. it isn't, of course, so when he's had his fill, he rests their foreheads against each other and gazes deeply into mismatched hues. ]

Didn't you ask me something similar back in Lunatia?

[ six remembers being in the middle of moving from one apartment building to where rokurou lives. it's not exactly the same arrangment since he was just moving next door to him, so this feels like the next logical step.

it's hard to pinpoint how he feels about it, but one thing is for certain— ]

I don't really mind it here but if you want some place bigger, then... we can have a look around.

[ soon after he says that, he goes back to kissing rokurou again, wanting more of what they just had. ]

[swordhardy]

... Similar, but not the same.

[ An easy, breathless answer on the tail end of Six's kiss. Definitely more bold—before, Rokurou had mostly been the one to initiate kisses and sex—and he's not complaining about the change whatsoever. It's nice. He's always known that Six had been attracted to him and wanted him, but there's something particularly nice about having the erune reach for him over and over. Paired with what sounds like agreement to his proposal? It all feels so damn good.

Which is why his pleasure is expressed through their bond as their lips meet again, given wordlessly as his mouth is stolen into another kiss. It's a splash of warmth that sloshes forward like soothing hot bath water, sweetened with affection and satisfaction. Laced through there's a golden thread, a bright glimmer that has only one name: happiness.

Groaning, the daemon rolls, shifting his weight so that he's fully on top and draped across the erune like an overgrown cat. His tongue delves down between Six's lips, searching and slow, as that pleased sound vibrates in his throat. ]

Whatever works. [ a low murmur against Six's mouth—he doesn't want to go too far, and right now an inch feels too far. ] Two grown men might need a little more space.

[ Eventually. Right now, he's doing the same thing Six had, immediately pressing his mouth back down to initiate another kiss. ]

[wray]

[ it's precisely because six is aware of just how many times rokurou had initiated everything that happened between the two of them that he's trying to return the favour, little by little. the surge of emotions he's experiencing right now is a testament to the fact that he is doing the right thing by sharing these small, affectionate gestures, because nothing matters to him more than rokurou's happiness.

now that they have been reunited, against all cosmic odds, this is all he'll ever need. and he's more than happy to be the one to spoil the daemon, if only because the stupid goof can be so cute whenever six does this. ]

Mm. So we're getting separate rooms, I take it? That suits me just fine.

[ the way he delivers that sentence is so deadpanned that it's easy enough to believe he's being serious — except he rolls them both over again so he's the one sprawled on top of rokurou, making it easier to sneak little kisses here and there. it's definitely because he won't allow the daemon to say anything in protest to the idea of sleeping in separate rooms, since he knows rokurou will never let that happen.

still, it's not like he can hide the smile on his face, nor can he really hide the fluttering in his chest, synced up as they are like this. this whole manna business is going to give away so many things he'd rather keep under lock and key, but for now...

he doesn't mind if rokurou knows just how happy he is too. ]

[swordhardy]

Wha,

[ Rokurou opens his mouth stupidly when Six says that, but before he can say anything, the erune has flipped him onto his back. A gesture that earns a breathless laugh—he likes being manhandled. His hair goes wild across the pillow and sheets, a mess that falls into his face but doesn't manage to obscure that grin.

Having their hands locked is satisfying, so he decides to keep their fingers locked in one pair of hands while reaching up with the other. His scarred palm presses just below Six's collarbone, hovering over the thrum of his heart. A rhythm that Rokurou finds odd comfort in despite having extinguished it so many times before. Maybe it's because of that macabre that connection that grounds him and reminds that this is real.

That's decided, then. Tucking his face against the side of Six's face to kiss, he asks, ]

What happened? While you were ... back home. [ a little questioning there. it was home, right? ] That's a long time.

[wray]

[ rokurou looks so pretty underneath him.

this is the singular, wayward thought in six's head as soon as their positions have shifted, and quite frankly, he has no idea why that's the first thing he thought of. even still, it's a fact that is incredibly difficult to refute; rokurou had always been so attractive, but there's something wild and beautiful about having him sprawled out like this, with his inky black hair spread out underneath.

of course this is all heading into dangerous territory so he focuses on the feeling of rokurou's hand around his, allowing his fingers to tighten their grip. the flutter of his heart is undeniable at this point but he's sure even that is captured by the magic of synchrony between them. the amethyst on the back of his neck continues to glow, signaling the strong connection. ]

Someone wanted me dead. I would have let him kill me too, considering what I took from him.

[ it's a long story... one that he isn't sure is fun to talk about right here and now, but since rokurou asked— ]

I was reminded of what I would have lost had I allowed that to happen so... that's why I'm still here.

[ he brings rokurou's palm closer to his lips, mostly so he can kiss the back of it, as though sealing a promise. ]

[swordhardy]

[ Talk of death and killing does nothing to dissuade the daemon amorous intentious. His fingers slide down Six's chest, a slow caress over its strong form, scars and calluses grazing muscle. He doesn't wonder too much about who that might be—their pasts are so similar that it's easy to guess.

Six's lips press to the back of his hand and he sighs, eyelids fluttering as warmth curls along the guiding path of his veins. Before, Six had seemed so... resigned. Willing to just give up without a fight, guilt eating away at all that strength. It had been a damn shame—Rokurou's always been a staunch advocate of trying to move forward anyway, of discarding the cloak of guilt and shame, because what does it give you? Only regrets, and those can be terrible ghosts. ]

Haa ... I'm glad. I'd have been pissed if you let yourself get killed. [ understatement. he would have been feral; an amazingly strong fighter taken down in such a dissatisfying way? the erune is worth so much more. he won't ask him to not get killed when he can't even promise the same, but at least let it be brilliant. ] I bet I wouldn't be the only one.

[ Though, speaking of what he would have lost had he given up ... Rokurou cocks his head on that pillow, grin going sly as he hoists his knees up to wrap his legs around Six's hips, locking his ankles in place. ]

How about you enjoy one of those things now? [ pink tongue slips out, a quick flash between thin lips, ] Fuck me.

[wray]

[ rokurou reminds him once again of what he would have lost if he allowed nehan to kill him that day, if he didn't decide right there and then that he wanted to live despite what he'd done. his time in lunatia led him to meet people from various walks of life, and this dumb, beautiful daemon underneath him had been the most important one out of them all. he would have never gotten the chance to meet rokurou again if he died, so —

rokurou ruins the moment right there and then, catches six off-guard with such an obscene and honest request. whatever sentimental thought the erune had in mind is gone because of how quickly those words sent heat coiling in his gut. ]

... You're incorrigble, you stupid daemon.

[ translation: why is he so in love with you?

despite his words, it's clear that six doesn't mind what just happened, made all the more obvious when a smile blooms on his face. it's soft, tiny, and yet genuine all the same, filled with adoration and pure emotion for the other man. he kisses rokurou again to let these feelings be known, all the while he hikes those tanned legs up his body, making it easier for him to line up his cock by the puckered entrance.

the tip teases along the rim but he doesn't push in quite yet, pulling away from the kiss just far enough to replace that with his fingers in rokurou's mouth, urging him to suck. ]

[swordhardy]

[ Probably a good thing that Six doesn't just go for it—Rokurou doesn't bottom often, though not out of any disinterest. To this day it's still just two that have fucked him anally; all the rest have been with him in control. Not that he wouldn't turn over for someone else, but it feels oddly fitting that it's only been with the two people he cares for.

So Six has a little stretching cut out for him if he doesn't plan on being too mean. As if the daemon would complain either way.

Rokurou opens his mouth to welcome those prying fingers easily, tightening the grip of his legs and pressing up against the erune's groin. He doesn't play the submissive often, but now he leans into it, tongue lolling forward as he does what Six urges. Sucking heavily with the grind of that slick muscle, Rokurou closes his eyes and wraps his fingers around that strong forearm, not wanting him to pull away before he's thoroughly swallowed around them.

His adam's apple bobs as he works his mouth, swallowing back the saliva that builds up around the erune's fingers and his lapping tongue. Some dribbles down from the corners of his lips, smearing across his chin in messy work. He sucks as though they aren't just fingers, greedy for the texture of calluses against his soft inner cheeks.

With a heavy exhale, his eyes crack open slightly and mismatched gold and red peer up at Six from between wet-matted lashes. ]

Mnnn—...?

[ A sound from his throat, a vibration around Six's fingers looking for approval: Good? ]

[wray]

[ it's both a good thing and a bad thing because six has no idea how he managed to hold himself back from taking rokurou right there and then. his limits are being tested by how thoroughly the daemon coats his fingers, sucking on them as though it was his cock in his mouth. it's a thought that makes his dick twitch just simply imagining what it would feel like.

something to think about in the near future.

he watches him look for acknowledgement with those mismatched eyes and all he can say in a low tone is this: ]

So messy.

[ messy, but good nonetheless, if the way his eyes clouds over with lust yet again is any indication.

satisfied, he pulls his fingers out of rokurou's mouth and captures them with his, tongue dipping in to have a taste of that wet heat. he's only beginning to realize just how fun it is to kiss rokurou like this, because he knows he'll draw out the noises he loves hearing the most, ready to swallow them all up. all the while, his fingers reach down to tease his entrance, testing the resistance before slowly inching one inside followed by the other.

he doesn't know how long it's been since the last time he fucked rokurou but that's more reason for him to take it slow and easy with stretching him out. his pace is gentle, but his fingers are moving deliberately, intent on preparing the daemon for what's to come. ]

[swordhardy]

[ The daemon groans when Six pulls his fingers back, noise muffling into satisfaction when they're replaced with his mouth. Opening his, Rokurou grinds his tongue forward, trying to coax Six's into his mouth so he can suck heavily on it. Wanting more while sliding his hands down against the erune's back, nails a light scrape of passion down those strong shoulderblades. ]

—hnn.

[ Another low sound grates in the daemon's throat as Six's fingers press against his hole and then pry—shivering but parting his legs, Rokurou welcomes the fondling, hips moving down and muscles clenching around him in want. The stretch burns but he breathes slowly, knowing how to relax despite how his body instinctually wants to tighten up. The flex of Six's fingers when they're pushed into him feels both strange and good; he bucks, cock twitching and filling to half-mast between them.

Hungry, Rokurou nips at Six's lips, panting with fresh arousal. Every flex of Six's fingers has his toes curling, heels sliding against the sheets in need of an outlet for the tension that begins to build in his gut. Every pitching breath is ribbed with his voice, be it a light whine or deeper cutting moan as his eyelids flutter. Fingers clench, digging in harder when Six's fingers find a good spot and press against it—and with that comes a harder buck and an downward thrust as he tries to get it deeper.

He feels loud, remembering now how quiet Six tends to be against him when most everyone else he's ever been with has been louder. It makes his own sounds feel especially lewd, a salacious muffle in the quiet of the studio as he rucks against his lover, pleasure finding verbal repose.

Pulling back, he runs his tongue against Six's mouth to soothe those earlier bites, licking the erune's lips as husky need cracking in his mutter, ]

Xing ... I want more.

[ Someone's greedy today. ]

[wray]

[ more like someone's being needy.

not that six minds — he loves it whenever rokurou lets him know exactly what he wants, not by the words he say but by the way his body reacts, the noises he makes. every twitch and jerk of rokurou's hips is met with a more insistent pace, sliding in another digit so all three work in tandem to stretch the daemon out. he curls them right around the spot that always felt good for him, nudging it gently, curious to see if he can see something new.

he barely cares about the way rokurou is making a mess of his back, liking the pain that comes with the drag of those fingers, because he knows it means what he's doing is exactly what rokurou wants. ]

—hmm?

[ the daemon asks for more, and almost immediately, six knows what it means, but he doesn't slow down with the pace of his fingers. if anything, he fucks rokurou with them even harder, faster, no longer exploring what he can do to make the daemon sing. he even reaches for the cock in between their bodies to start stroking it, squeezing lightly every time he feels it twitch. ]

What do you want more of, exactly?

[ he's also beginning to understand why rokurou loves teasing him. this might be dangerous... ]

[swordhardy]

Nh, ha—that's—that's good...

[ Voice rough, it trails as Six's fingers begin to work over his cock, still sensitive from their first round. Oversensitive, walking that dangerous line of almost too much that Rokurou relishes. With the quickening thrust of his fingers, the two meld into patchwork numb and sweet. The daemon gasps, twitches, nails digging into Six's back sinking harder.

Head hitting back onto the pillow, Rokurou bucks his hips up into Six's touch in a needy bid for more. Dark hair fans out again, a wild mess across both his face and the sheets, tangle blending into the flush that patches across human skin and the ever unchanging blight that mars the other half of his face. Lines crease as his brow furrows with that pleasure, lips creasing as he bites the bottom one with pleasure's static hike. ]

I want—[ his voice breaks and he gasps again, lashes fluttering while his mouth works around that broken sound, ]—haa. Want your mouth. On me. Too...

[ In any way, though he does turn his head to grant access to the smooth column of human skin on the left side, sadly unmarked and unbruised for quite some time. ]

Bite, bite me.

[wray]

[ rokurou's cock is still wet and slick with evidence of their first round, but that's not why six is so fascinated by what he's doing. everything rokurou is doing — from the scratch of his nails to the red flush of tanned skin — all of them encourage the erune to keep going, to stroke just a little bit faster than how he started.

he leans closer when rokurou tells him what he wants, pressing kisses along the curve of that offered neck. it is sadly pristine and left untouched, but not for long, not when six takes this as an invitation to sink his teeth into tanned flesh. hard enough to bruise but not quite to draw blood. he does the same with every inch he can reach, mouthing words against rokurou's skin. ]

Just like this?

[ curious and uncertain, but he really doesn't need to hear the daemon say it to have confirmation.

his fingers keep up the pace until he deems it good enough, pressing the tip of his cock against rokurou's ass before gradually pushing inside, working through the initial resistance. of course leave it to six to wait until rokurou is distracted by something else before starting to fuck him in earnest, his thrusts slow but deep, wanting to reach the depths of him that have yet to be explored.

the tight clutch of pleasure-white heat is enough to draw out a breathless noise out of him, but compared to the daemon, he isn't as loud. ]

[swordhardy]

Yuh, yeah...!

[ It's a sharp cry when Six finally pushes into him, choked out from that surge of pleasure-pain that prickles from head to toe. Teeth leave marks, deliciously throbbing rings that ache with every breath he takes. Good. It's this contrast that always knots him up just right, blend of broken skin with the filling stretch of Six's cock.

No, he doesn't need to speak his agreement—the daemon's body is honest, tensing up around Six's cock as he thrusts in deep, bringing them flush together. Grip changing, Rokurou's hands find purchase on Six's ass, giving it a hard squeeze of approval as he tries to drag it inward, as though it's possible to get that dick any deeper. It isn't, but god he wants it, the full feeling not quite enough to satisfy.

With a whine Rokurou drags him in again and again and again, not satisfied with slow. Deep is good but slow is too drawn out. Yet he still shivers and pants, human flesh patching with faint pink, hard to discern against tanned skin but there. Slow has him feeling every centimeter of that cock, nerves screaming as they're raked over. It feels like a tease, one he struggles against, throwing his head back again and rolling his body in an attempt to drive himself down quicker onto Six's cock and clench around it.

He curses under his breath as it hits up against his inner way in a way that has his knees bending on instinct, body seizing up with another loud groan breaking past clenched teeth. In the short moment his vision goes white, the daemon whimpers— ]

Ch, c'mon... give it to me, baby. I want—it hard. I know you can. [ delving up half-blind, he searches for Six's mouth to steal another sloppy kiss, but he'll settle on skin if that's all he can get, ] Wreck me.

[wray]

[ instincts alone are what's helping six go through the motions.

every jerk of his hips has purpose, whether it's to drive himself even deeper into rokurou, or if it's to graze along that specific spot, it barely matters when he gradually picks up the pace. the daemon wants more, wants it hard and not slow. always so greedy when it comes to his desires that six can't help but give it to him — exactly as he asked for.

carefully, he guides his hands down rokurou's thighs as their mouths crash into each other, hooking fingers around the back of knees to spread him wide open. the kiss is sloppy and messy all at once, and the only time he pulls away is to thrust into rokurou even faster than before. the daemon's tight walls clench around his cock with every jerk of his hips, urging him to go harder and harder, until he can hear rokurou struggle with every breath.

he doesn't stop there—

with every thrust, he starts leaving bitemarks once he leans down to be closer to tanned skin. he starts from the other man's collarbones, working his way up to his blight. teeth nip along the rough ridges of daemonic stain to draw out the noises he loves listening to so much. ]

You're so needy.

[ a fact neither one of them can really deny. ]