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NOCT OVERFLOW

OVERFLOW & EVENTS

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[ 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.

[ 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. ]

[ 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?

[ 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. ]

... 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. ]

[ 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. ]

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.

[ 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. ]

[ 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.

[ 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. ]

[ 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? ]

[ 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. ]

[ 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. ]

[ 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... ]

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.

[ 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. ]

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.

[ 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. ]

[ Rokurou can't even really respond to that—he tries, but it's in broken groans and heavy pants. Stuttering keening sounds that muffle as he tries to reciprocate that kiss, but his mind's gone too stupid, thoughts fogged by pleasure as Six drives into him again and again and again. Sometimes he brushes up against that especially sweet spot; Rokurou buckles at that, toes curling and cock twitching as pleasure snaps across his blood vessels. ]

Ah...!

[ He cries out again when teeth meet his skin; fingers hook, nails dig, and he claws down Six's back. Passion sparks and Syncs, emotion shared between the two of them, the only way Rokurou can really convey just how he's feeling in the moment.

Louder, stronger, more—his voice, the normally muted emotions, the rock of his body. It all magnifies when the erune's mouth finds his blight, pleasure skyrocketing to a point where the daemon isn't sure where up is. Turning his head to offer more of his blighted face and throat, he gasps, shivers, grits out a noise that sounds like Xing but doesn't quite make it there. ]

Nh, ha, fuh, [ ♥ ] ... hnn.

[ Tightening up around Six's dick again, the daemon shivers, clutching on hard as he rasps, ]

Close, I, I'm close.

[ rokurou always knows how to get to him.

all the little noises, the way the daemon's body clenches around his cock — it drives him crazy every time this happens. he bites down on the rough blight even harder, fucks him even deeper, picking up the pace until he's all but pistoning his hips back and forth. he's chasing after a release that is quickly coming down upon him, but he doesn't want to be the first to let go.

a low growl is all that escapes him, each thrust aimed to strike that special spot over and over again to make rokurou see stars. to make sure the other man can only see xing and no one else. they've been apart for so long that it's possible rokurou needs to be reminded of who knows how to unravel him best. ]

Then come.

[ the way he says it like a command, no negotiations.

he wants to kiss rokurou but he also wants to hear him once he reaches the peak.

his movements are a little more frantic now, obvious signs of his inexperience showing through the lack of rhythm, but one thing's for sure is how desperately he wants to see rokurou lose control. ]

[ Rhythm is a luxury that the daemon doesn't need. Not now, when he's so close, grip digging into the erune's back gone ironclad as he drives himself down hard. Wanting Six's dick to keep hitting that spot, trying to get it there and groaning with coal-raked relish when it does. Broken shards of white, ringing echo in his ears, flushing heat and cold to pinprick along sensitive flesh in twisting tandem—the daemon throws his head back again and groans his pleasure, adam's apple bobbing as the vibration of his voice cuts through haggard breaths and labored pants.

Effort strains at his tailbone and bunkers down in his gut. Muscles tense, relax, tense again, that fluctuation stuttering every time Six drives his dick against his prostate. Sweat smears across his brow, sticks wild hair to his hairline and matts into his sideburns. Ache is an old friend, one the daemon welcomes as joints tighten up and seize—it's always this moment that he likes most, the one where he can feel the burn of a long uphill ride, the point where the tease of pain from exhaustion flirts with pleasure that's been hammered down his throat.

Molars grind on a whine. Rokurou's chest expands with another heavy inhale, forced through the onslaught, one he holds onto as he digs his nails in and quakes with the suckerpunch of a second orgasm coming in soon succession of that first. Semen chokes out of his cock, splattering down his own abdomen and onto Six's belly with the sharp rock of his body; not as much as the first go around, but the climax that drags him in its undertoe quickly proves to be the more brutal.

When his eyes crack back open, it's only halfway with a cloud of haze overtaking both gold and red. Unseeing aside from white and Six's outline, with colors bleeding back into the picture as seconds begin to tick by again.

Intelligently, he manages, ]

Hgnnhf.

[ when rokurou's eyes flutter open, six can't help but be taken in by their mismatched beauty. he's always been so drawn in by the pretty gold and red hues but there's something about seeing them so hazy and muted that just adds to the daemon's charm — even more so when he knows he's the reason why rokurou looks like this. his lips curve upwards in a faint ghost of a smile, dipping in to steal a kiss or two.

not that he can do much more than that, anyway.

every part of him feels like jello, exhaustion settling in like a second kin, weariness and lack of tension coming close. after he pulls away from the kiss, he no longer has the strength to keep holding himself up so he collapses against rokurou's body, uncaring of how sticky and messy it feels with the daemon's cum coating their bellies. it's warm, heated, but there's nowhere else he'd rather be. ]

Mm... I missed you so.

[ what he really should have said: i love you. ]

[ The erune's weight begins to sag and then relents, falling fully against his chest. Rokurou slides his arms forward, welcoming Six into his embrace, messy it may be. Heels hooking possessively around the backs of his ankles, Rokurou locks him in place so he can't draw away, wanting him to stay and get soft inside of him. ]

Mnn. [ I missed you so, Six says, and the daemon turns his face in to press the bridge of his nose into the side of his face, ] .... Me too. I missed you.

[ Low words pressed into warm skin because they're too vulnerable to release into the space around them. Peeling back the layers of armor and breaking past the killer smile—it isn't easy. It's never been easy. Leaving himself open has always backfired, feelings long ago proving to be more troublesome than they were worth. Their dulling when when black blight had stretched its fingers over his weak flesh had been welcome reprieve.

Yet he can't deny that for what little he feels, he does feel for Six. Had wanted to see him again despite trying to convince himself otherwise; every man with downy white hair had drawn his eye on instinct, every pair of purple eyes had made his mouth go dry from gut reaction. What churns in his chest now is warm, a seeping honey spice that coats everything, leaving it a little sweeter. A romantic sentiment unwittingly shared through their Synchrony.

Scarred palms slide along the slope of Six's back, fingertips tracing lightly along the divot of his spine. ]

So don't go anywhere.

[ the daemon's emotions have always been difficult to wade through, but somehow, more than ever, they seem much clearer, much more intimate now that they've found each other again. synchrony doesn't make this any easier, not by a long shot, but with how close they hold onto each other like this, what burns deep within rokurou's chest is more evident, no longer a well-kept secret.

don't go anywhere, rokurou tells him, and that's all he really needs to hear.

neither of them have ever needed words to describe what it is that exists between them. they never gave it a name because it was never necessary, but somehow he's relieved to know that even rokurou missed him just as much. ]

... There's nowhere else I'd rather be. Now that I've found you again—

[ he nuzzles against rokurou, cat-like in the way he does it. just as equally possessive as the other man. ]

I don't want to let you go.

[ ... ]

Unless you grow tired of me in the future, but even then.

[ he's here to stay. ]

Haa, don't underestimate me. I don't grow tired of what's important so easily.

[ That feeling from Six—a spicy hint of possessiveness along with that sweet hum of affection, creating something deep and rich ... Rokurou sighs, soaking in afterglow, inhaling Six's scent. Not false, not a memory, not something he has to close his eyes and focus to remember. ]

.... You know, I'm not a good person. [ those palms still, pressing into the warmth of Six's skin, ] I've done a lot of bad things that I don't regret. I'd do them all again, too.

[ There's so much he hasn't told Six yet, but they're things he's starting to want to. About the other important things—the brother that's never far from his thoughts, the nuances of his clan, all of those bad deeds, the winding journey back home. ]

So it's strange how I feel pretty lucky right now. [ he laughs, a low sound, ] Sure haven't earned it.

[ Rubbing his face in again, he presses a few more light kisses along Six's throat and jaw. Lazy and affectionate, with the light pinch of teeth. ]

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