ROKUROU ᴍᴀʟᴇᴠᴏʟᴇɴᴛ ᴅɪᴄᴋ RANGETSU (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
swordhardy) wrote2021-03-18 09:35 pm
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NOCT OVERFLOW
OVERFLOW & EVENTS
swordhardy) wrote2021-03-18 09:35 pm
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Ernesto de san Rockenfall has had a terrible trip. A native to Sumarlok, he had left for Primavera to pursue his artistic passions. Only the Welkin train had been a hell ride; most of his tubes of paint and charcoals had been destroyed while traversing wild land, leaving him with only a pencil and pad to sketch with. A sign that trying to continue his career in the arts might not bode so well.
Trying to sell his paintings at market had bombed. Uninspired they had sniffed, looking down their long noses with derision. Hardly unique the teacher had commented when he took a painting class, wondering why his work suffered so. He had thought a call from his girlfriend would cheer him up, but that too had ended poorly—she was leaving him for a man named Raymundo who ran a popular chain of coffee shops back home. He's successful and you're not! she had finally cried when he begged to know why, since he had given her so much time and devotion.
Downtrodden and alone, Ernesto wandered, dumb luck landing him at the edge of the lake and nearly snapped up by the siren. Close to murdered and exhausted, he dragged himself back to the trains, only to find that the lines were paused. With no place to sleep and no money, he had staggered into the gardens, finding refuge beneath a bench where no one could usher him away for taking up space. He's been here for three days, curled up in his coat, with only a sketchpad and pencil to keep him afloat. He had gotten so hungry this morning that he had begun to eat the blank pages.
But now. Now! He sits astounded on his bench as two beautiful muses tumble right into his lap. A creature of darkness and a creature of light, a tantalizing blend of white and black with tacky crimson smearing between them. Aesthetic. Social commentary. Bold strike at religion. Imagery. Shades of passion and brutality. Love. Sex. Debauchery. This ... is .... AAAAAAAAART!
Pencil whipping, the native draws furiously onto his pad, inspiration born from two dudes fuckin' in the grass.
Not that Rokurou notices him. Xing's hand is on his cock, giving it a stroke—fuck, it feels good. So good, especially against the barbed base that proves to be especially sensitive, touch shooting brilliant sparks along the devil's spine. A sensation that he channels into the fury of his nails, ripping apart more of Six's clothing—it's already pissing him off, so busy with belts that try and assuage him, but there's nothing that will stop him from having Six. Not even trendy bondage fashion.
Sharp nails make quick work of the erune's shirt, bearing his chest and nipples quickly. The belts, however, take more time (especially with Six making him do all the work, you lazy slut). With a snarl he throws the other man down into the flowerbed just behind them, diving on top as an airy balloon of petals falls around them. Pinks, reds, purples, all soft floral shades too gentle for how the devil yanks open each buckle with prickly impatience. ]
Too many damn ... [ he mutters, snapping one of those belts by accident and tossing it aside carelessly; it flops sadly in the grass. ] I'm going to lock you up and keep you naked all the time.
[ Something that later, when back to his proper senses, he won't do.... but the grit in his tone now promises that it's a truthful swear. Clothes do a disservice to Xing's beauty—the sight of him lain out and fully nude in crumpled flowers is breathtaking. Long white hair, pale skin, strong body.... the devil snaps his hands over the angel's knees, prying his legs apart so he can get a look at the whole of him, without a stitch left to cover him up. ]
With your legs spread wide and ass ready to take my cock. Just like this.
[ Foreplay? What's foreplay? Maybe it was jerking off alone, or the thrill of the chase ... right now, there's no such thing. Patience already worn down to the barest, Rokurou grabs Six's thighs and drives his cock forward, head piercing the erune's asshole and forcing it to stretch with only the slick from his precum to help ease the friction. All that matters is getting inside of him to the base—Rokurou groans as his balls slap against Six's taint, cock fully devoured by his hole, sharp barbs keeping them locked in place.
The hooked shape of his erection is different, probably unfamiliar, but he doesn't have the capacity to wait for Six to adjust to him. Fucking hard, he gasps, wings stretching out behind him and devil's tail whipping wildly as he thrusts in again again again. Every sound and word is emphasized with the lustful smack of their bodies as Rokurou takes what he wants. ]
So I can fuck you [ jerk—slap! ] over, [ slap, ], and over, [ slap, ] and over.
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but it's not like any of that matters.
what matters right here and now is how rokurou reacts to the way six strokes his cock. it spurs the daemon on to go much faster than he already is, haphazardly tearing through the remainder of six clothes way before the erune's back hits the bed of flowers underneath them. a soft gasp escapes from delicate lips, breath held back as he allows rokurou to get exactly what he wants: six is completely naked, his wings and hair spread out from beneath.
his own cock twitches at the implication of being like this all the time, even more so when rokurou spreads his legs wide open, exposing him to the daemon's eyes and the daemon's eyes alone (and ernesto's too, but who cares about him). if he was more aware of other curious eyes looking their way, he likely would be more embarrased over this, but instead, desire and arousal take over and urge him to pull rokurou closer to him. ]
Who's stopping you?
[ he certainly won't.
if his lover wants him naked all the time, then that's how it'll be.
he cries out loud when rokurou forces his way in, his devilish cock piercing him straight to the core so deliciously that his mind blanks out completely. there's a flash of white hot pleasure as the pain spikes, blood accompanying every furious jerk of rokurou's hips. the barbs and the hooked shape of that length make it difficult for six to catch his breath, but he doesn't want rokurou to stop, lets him know how badly he wants this by dragging his nails down the daemon's back.
red angry lines follow the trail of his fingers, even more so when they dig into tanned skin, tearing into flesh just as brutally as rokurou is doing to him from deep inside. he lift his legs to wrap them around his lover, keeping them both locked in place as their pace hits a frenzy he can barely keep up with. incoherent noises are all he can muster at this point, but he doesn't care at all when it feels this good. ]
Ro— [ he moans lowly, right next to the daemon's ear. ] Please...
[ the tight squeeze of his body says it all: please make it hurt. please claim me. please, please, please— ]
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Clawing nails hurt, long red tallies buuuuurn. Rokurou groans his pleasure of it. That delicious pain melding with the heady pleasure derived from the clench of Six's body around his piercing cock. An all encompassing feeling of being wrapped up in the erune that feels right; careening his head suddenly to the right, Rokurou jaw practically unhinges before he snaps his teeth down into pale skin in a furiously hard, possessive bite.
Metallic tang floods his mouth. Salt and copper slick his tongue, which he grinds down hard onto chewed skin, greedily lapping up the flavor. Manna churns between them, a hard spin of static and electricity, and through their emphatic connection roll his emotions: frenzy, desire, hunger, keening need, and the sense that if he could get away with devouring Six whole? He would.
The pace picks up, going from quick to brutal with the devil's claws sinking down into Six's hips for support. His cock is a relentless pound and painful barb that can't draw out fully because of the way it's hooked. It doesn't stop Rokurou from the furious beat he's worked into, long strides and deep thrusts. He wants to plunge plunge plunge and dump his seed into the deepest part of Six that he can reach in a bit to claim him as much as he possibly can. ]
Tell me. [ voice husky and broken, gruff in his command, ] Tell me how much you need me.
[ Twisting, he flips their bodies, their tangle going on its head as his wings span out and crush down the pops of neon as he turns Six's belly (and, more importantly, cock) up. The new position demands his hands to sink and hook into thigh, dragging them up to keep the erune's legs spread wide to welcome the ram of his dick. ]
Don't make it sound like it's just me that wants it.
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if rokurou wanted to devour him right here and now, six would let him. ]
I—
[ he's interrupted during the frenzied switch of their positions. the new one means it's so much easier to let gravity do its thing, aiding his body to completely bottom out on rokurou's cock. the sharp barbs latch onto his walls, the tip reaching far deeper than it's ever gone, touching places in himself that he didn't know was even possible.
he shudders violently against rokurou, collapsing against his chest, arms clinging to broad shoulders as he moans out loud. it might be the first time he's ever made this much noise, but he can no longer hold them back. he knows rokurou wants to hear him say that he wants this just as badly, just as desperately, but it's impossible when every thrust makes his mind goes blank. ]
I... I always want you, so please—
[ he clings to the daemon tightly, sharp nails digging in. ]
I need you deep inside me.
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[ A lurid statement with a curled tongue and lidded eyes, though there's truth to it. Every thrust goes deeper than before in this position, Six effectively sinking down onto his cock and lodging it as far as it can possibly goes. It scrapes inside as it moves, refusing to draw fully out when he rocks and draws his length back before rolling up again. Hard.
Blood drips. Stains white, smears across black. The Manna that charges between them finally begins to feed that craving, that need, what had been a gaping empty hole that demanded satiation. The devil gorges himself on the feeling, groaning heavily through continued rapid thrusts. Claiming his angel, marking him, sullying what should be kept pristine and pure.
Everything that Six gives, Rokurou takes. Greedy and unrelenting, soaking up everything that passes between them as they Sync. Petals fly, an unfitting gentle cascade of pink and yellow.
Urgency guides his thrusts, frenzy creeping up river and heating his blood. It burns at his fingertips, builds heavily at his tailbone, squeezes at his gut and constricts over his lungs. Pleasure from the tight clench around his cock meets the sweet, biting pain of digging nails; he laughs, throwing his head back in the flowerbed in an inky flow of dark hair and leathery wings. ]
Come. [ a raspy command as his grip tightens on the angel's thighs, ] I wanna be deep in you when you finish.
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[ what was once pure and pristine is now lost to the devil's debauchery, feathery white marked red and black. his blood drips down with every hard, painful thrust, but pleasure spikes up to incredible highs, pushing him further and further into this intoxicating mess. his gut is coiled tight, toes curling in as he moans rokurou's name again and again and again. just like a hypnotic chant, a whispered, desperate prayer, wanting to be saved from this when all that's left waiting for him is eternal damnation.
he knows he's fallen so far away from grace ever since he fell for one stupid (incorrigible) daemon. ]
I'm, I'm close— I'm so close...
[ his cock bounces with every thrust, the perfect synchrony between them making things feel ten times more pleasurable than ever. he's panting out loud because he can no longer muster up the energy to speak. just a bit more and he'll have reach the end of his limits— just a bit more and he's spilling all over the space between their bodies, sticky and messy white on their chests.
he's trembling almost violently with the aftershocks, thankful that he'd already collapsed against his lover or else he would have keeled over right here and now. yet despite tipping over the edge, he hasn't stopped moving, won't stop jerking his hips and clenching his walls tightly around rokurou's cock.
he wants to feel his lover's seed reach the deepest parts of him. ]
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It's so damn saaaaaatisfying to stain Six. Downy white's crimped with crimson, fair skin's bitten and scratched and rubbed raw. Perfect wings crumple beneath the jostle of Rokurou's thrusts, cock digging deep over and over, tearing up his ass and making sure no other man can have it. Ruining him, dragging him down to fire and brimstone when he deserves so much better.
With a heady groan, the devil snaps his teeth over a silky shoulder. The imprint of his teeth finds its way across Six's body as urgency spikes and his thrusts hasten. Nails dig in harder, dragging Six's weakened body back toward himself so he can drive in deep, quicker harder faster—! ]
Hhn...!
[ In the throes of pleasure, Rokurou's body seizes, muscles constricting as his gut tightens. A heavy shudder with a quivering heart—slamming his cock in one final time, pressure finally breaks meter, glass snapping as balmy heat overcomes. He comes as deep as his cock can drive, spilling a heavy stream of semen inside of his lover. Enough that it begins to drip out despite how his dick is still buried inside, leaking down Six's taint and thighs.
The barb of his dick digs, hooking him in place. They can't move, locked together, bodies twisted together in smeared blood, sticky cum, and cooling sweat.
Exhaustion doesn't stop Rokurou from grapping Six's hip to shove him over, spinning them again so that he's the one on top, grabbing for the angel's chin and dragging his face up for a hard, demanding kiss. Tongue lashing forward, it's as though he's trying to choke his lover with it in that liplock, or trying to drink him dry of everything he can possibly get.
Who knows? Maybe he's doing exactly that. ]
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once he feels so full to the brim, he clings onto his lover even more now that their positions have finally been switched. it takes a split-second before their mouths connect again, kissing rokurou back with just as much fervour as he's been given. the synchrony between them doesn't lie: it's a possessive one that simply says you're mine.
everything and anything rokurou could possibly want from him, six will give it all up, no questions asked.
exhaustion makes him unable to keep up with the daemon's demands, and eventually, his own grip slackens, barely hanging on despite how close they are. there's blood and cum all over where they're connected, but he doesn't want to move away from where they are.
it doesn't matter that the artist over there is still furiously sketching, inspired as he is by the way a devil and an angel made love. ]
... Mm, should we kick him out at some point?
[ he just has to ask. ]
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[ The devil frowns, shifting so that more of his body covers Six's. It doesn't really matter if someone else sees him naked, but Six? No. This is all for him—and if there's one thing Rokurou doesn't particularly care for, it's sharing what's his. The idea of someone else looking at the angel's naked body pisses him off; if he weren't still balls deep, he would get up and slit the man's throat for having witnessed such perfection without permission.
Glowering, he thinks on how to dispatch this nosy artist without drawing his cock from the clutch of Xing's ass.
Poor old Ernesto, for his part, has finally seemed to sense the animosity rolling toward him in thick waves. He looks up from the edge of his sketchbook with a squeak, gathering his things quickly before he's literally murdered; he casts them one last desperate glance (there's so much more to sketch!) before running for the hills, book protectively drawn to his chest.
Rokurou sighs, allowing him to leave without too much fuss. Tending to his lover is more important. ]
Tired? [ it would be a surprise if he weren't; devils are selfish things, and Rokurou's been chugging all the manna for himself this whole time. ] You feel weak.
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he nods his head once in response before nuzzling against rokurou, tucking himself right in. ]
Mm, a little, but it's nothing I can't handle.
[ all he really needs is to rest and he'll be just fine. the only problem is where they are and how public it is... ]
Should we head back?
[ not like he has any idea how he's going to get himself back, given how weak he feels, but he'll figure it out as he always does. it's not like he can make any attempts with rokurou covering him up like this anyway... so he'll wait until the daemon lets him go. ]
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We should.
[ Yet he makes no moves to do so, still buried balls deep—though it's partially due to the fact that his cock has yet to retract, keeping them booked together with its barb. ]
... in a minute. You're comfortable.
[ It will be more than a minute—more than two or three or even twenty before Rokurou finally draws himself out and gathers Six's tired form in his arms. He's the one with all the strength between them, so it's nothing for him to carry Six in the cradle of his arms as he heads back to their shitty little studio. Curling up in bed is bound to be more comfortable than falling asleep on a flowerbed.
The flowers, though crushed and having lost some petals, are still alive. Only the stain of blood amongst the green and a few stray white feathers are proof that they had been there at all. ]