ROKUROU ᴍᴀʟᴇᴠᴏʟᴇɴᴛ ᴅɪᴄᴋ RANGETSU (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
swordhardy) wrote2021-03-18 09:35 pm
swordhardy) wrote2021-03-18 09:35 pmEntry tags:
NOCT OVERFLOW
OVERFLOW & EVENTS
swordhardy) wrote2021-03-18 09:35 pm
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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. ]