NOCT OVERFLOW

[swordhardy]

OVERFLOW & EVENTS

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[swordhardy]

[ 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.

[wray]

[ 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. ]

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[ 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.

[wray]

[ 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. ]

[swordhardy]

[ 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.

[wray]

[ 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. ]

[swordhardy]

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. ]

[wray]

[ every press of rokurou's fingers on his skin is a constant reminder that this is all real. it's no longer a dream that he has to wake up from, because even when he wakes up the following day, he knows that the daemon won't be far away from reach. just knowing this is enough for him to lean into his touch even more, wanting rokurou to feel everything he wants to explore.

he falls silent while the daemon speaks, telling him about how little space he has for regret, that he thinks it's strange to feel pretty lucky— when he opens his mouth to protest, no words come after. if only because he knows this feeling too well. ]

... For the longest time, I always thought I was undeserving of your attention. You seemed so bright and unattainable; I wondered why you were wasting your time with someone like me.

[ his insecurities will never fully go away, he thinks, even if he's slowly learned how to accept them, but he understands now that he will never be alone when it comes to dealing with them. all he really needs is someone like rokurou by his side, and he knows things will work out one way or another.

he tucks his head underneath the daemon's chin, curling in close. ]

I feel just as lucky as you, to have you again in my life.

[ even though it can't be seen, perhaps rokurou can feel the way six's lips curve into a smile against his skin. ]

[swordhardy]

Bright and unattainable? [ he laughs, a rich sound as he straps his arm around Six's waist to pull him in close, cupping around him, ] Really? After how many times I threw myself at you? I feel like I was pretty attainable.

[ Bright ....... is that how Six sees him? Such a strange thought. No one's ever said anything like that before. He's a daemon, a monster, a Rangetsu. All things shrouded in darkness. Stained and dirty, Rokurou Rangetsu is probably the farthest thing from bright. That's the part of it all that really catches him off guard, makes him quiet after that chuckle, smile fading into something softer and more contemplative.

Ah.... it's hard to believe that the erune thinks of him like that. Yet he also knows that Six wouldn't lie; it's a confusing truth that paints color on his cheeks. With a small huff, he presses his chin into downy white hair.

It feels.

Weird.

But not bad. Not bad at all. ]

You should get some sleep, [ mouthing over Six's hair, he presses a kiss against the top of his head. ] because we're going to reenact the first time we were together when we wake up.

[ Yeah, that's right. Six more times. It's not like either of them has anywhere else to be now that they're together again. ]

[wray]

[ the daemon's laughter vibrates throughout, an inescapable sensation that leads the erune's heart to flutter a beat or two. he snuggles closer once he's pulled right in, face buried against tanned skin, as if trying to hide the flushed expression that now creeps all over his face. it appears rokurou isn't the only one who is feeling flustered, but this is for a different reason entirely.

one he can't pinpoint just yet, and yet it's real and undeniable all the same. ]

You know how I was back then... I didn't believe I was worthy of you.

[ a monster like him, surrounded by darkness and weighed down by his own guilt. he lived life as though the very next second could be his last, and there were times where he even wished for death to claim him. rokurou gave him a reason to stay, kept giving him more and more reasons why he should hang on — if that isn't the equivalent of a light at the end of a dark tunnel, then he doesn't know what it is.

(quietly, he pictures the daemon as the sun, a vibrant thing that can chase away the shadows with little to no effort.)

of course, as it always is whenever things get too vulnerable around them both, either one of them can easily ruin the moment. this time, it's rokurou's fault... and six can't help but sigh. a tiny bit exasperated, but also stupidly fond, because of course the daemon would want something like this. ]

You really don't think about anything else but fighting me and doing that... do you?

[ not that he'll have the daemon any other way, but he'll leave it at that for now.

he'll worry about going through this six more times when morning comes. ]