NOCT OVERFLOW

[swordhardy]

OVERFLOW & EVENTS

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[ in the accommodating stretch of every one of Rokurou's muscles, he's a captive audience to their stretch and give, hiding no admiration nor obfuscating it with his usual web of shame and difficulty. no one knows him better, inside or out, than the daemon selflessly indulging his whims; to deny otherwise would be nothing short of a levied insult. instead, his gaze takes time raking over the purple-grey tint of his skin in this light, not unlike a living bruise, the paint of worship from each brush of fingertip accentuating their contrast in the moonlight; it snags on a muscled core, the ripple of his hip bones — lower, catching on the elastic seam of those sweatpants to drag until they've exposed veins that disappear into a thatch of black curls, the meat at the base of his shaft before it snaps back to its original shape. ]

[ his mouth waters, Rokurou's tongue a welcome distraction as it rouses his own into response, roiling and hot, playful as he sucks the daemon's into his own mouth — and then lower, making him arch over its tease. ]

[ those words narrow his gaze into something sharp, a little wicked. he's always taken the little bit of power he's been given and ran with it like a kid with scissors, more threat to himself than anyone else. a daemon doesn't know how to steer clear of danger, and that's how clashes like this happen until their powerplay upends just because they feel like it. just because they care enough to let it. ]

Mmm, tough choice... [ but he says it like a cat with feathers between its teeth, fangs catching in a gleam of moonlight. a playful little handjob is tempting, novel in its infrequency. there are other things, too, that fall along those lines. ]

Ride me.

[ wasn't so tough after all. seeing Rokurou with his thighs spread over his hips, using his body to chase his own climax — how often does that happen? not often enough. ]

Use your big boss's dick 'til you see stars. [ hey, this is his fantasy. ]

[swordhardy]

—pffft.

[ A laugh comes out through his nose, lips thinned in a seal as he tries not to laugh, but it breaks through in nasal exhale. It unravels from there, a monster's affectionate smile winning over with a gleam of teeth against night's purple-gray backdrop. ]

Ride my big boss's big dick, ah?

[ Reaching over, Rokurou helps himself to the top drawer of Guanshan's nightstand, more than familiar with his partner's habit of keeping a handy bottle of lube around. Put to the side for the moment in favor of hooking thumbs into the stretchy band of his sweats, dragging them down and off. His cock's already half hard, red with veining and curved against a thatch of wiry black curls. ​]

Leave it to me, boss. I'll get the job done. [ promised with a shiver of excitement as air cools against his flushed skin, ] I'll wring you dry.

[ (Poor Shinsou if these walls are thin.)

Scarred fingers find new purchase at the top of Guanshan's pajama pants, quick to yank them down; discordant eyes settle on his cock as it springs free, cheshire grin widening in anticipation.

Hot as it would be to just drop down onto it, he hadn't actually been expecting to use his ass tonight. Anal is frequent, but receiving? Much less so—to date, Rokurou has only ever been fucked by two guys, and it's still only a handful between them both. Even if pain's a pleasure, tonight Rokurou reaches for the lube, thumbnail jutting beneath the cap to crack it open. ]

Try not to come.

[ Bowing, the heat of his mouth closes over Guanshan's erection. Lips part, eager to stretch around its weighty head straight off. Lube drips, slicks, sticky along the length of his index and middle fingers—reaching around, Rokurou feels himself, working the wet pads of his fingers against his hole.

Stiff. As he draws up, the daemon's greedy suck is a precursor to lashing tongue and swallowing back the vague taste of precum. Satisfaction a low vibration in his chest, the daemon sinks down again with concentration split between sucking and working his fingers into his ass.

It's a vulnerable position; Rokurou glances up again from beneath his lashes, meeting their eyes, watching Guanshan's expression with predatory hunger. ]

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[ the laughter does nothing to dim the warm brim of humor already coating him; rather, he feels laughed with rather than laughed at in Rokurou's company. the eagerness he takes to the task is as much ambrosia as the view of it happening, Guanshan readjusting his own prone body beneath the splay of his lover's thighs, twisting about to fluff and stack up the pillows beneath his head and chest for a better view. ]

[ one for which he's rewarded, breath stuttering as the wet heat of that mouth closes over him and encourages a low moan of satisfaction akin to a first morning's stretch or a gulp of natural air after being choked by city smog. relief, as if going untouched too long, alone too long was that same back-burnered level of quiet suffering. he fills out the rest of the way in Rokurou's mouth, his stomach dizzy with how all of his blood runs south to engorge between the daemon's teeth, blooming haplessly into a prone erection. ]

[ the eye contact is just another electric current that runs him through and makes him throb, spurs him to action; one set of fingers follows the old familiar pattern of blight, palm pushing back a wild fringe as his thumb settles a pattern over a cheekbone and temple. the other blindly fumbles at the table nearby. ]

Haa... that's a good view.

[ even blind, he could find the button for the camera on his phone. a moment to line it up is all he needs — and no doubt, Rokurou will be blinded by the flash that goes of, refracting like a predator's gaze in the eyes, but also the glimmering, slick details of Guanshan's shaft wet beneath his mouth and where he can see his fingers beyond the cleft of his ass. ]

[ a nice little keepsake to remember the day by. ]

Wanna see? [ Rokurou's so damn vain, after all. ]

[swordhardy]

[ As soon as Guanshan reaches for his phone, Rokurou knows what's coming. It's a disorienting flash that the daemon accepts while drawing lips back to show a vicious hint of teeth in the photo; a killer's grin even with a dick weighing on his tongue.

Even as he stills for the shot his fingers keep working over and in his ass, infrequent use requiring more prep time. Pushing in, curling, he does what he can to stretch out with the slick help of lube. Not too much prep—only enough to allow entry while keeping a bit of a burn. He isn't looking to hurt Guanshan today, but Rokurou's always hungry for a hint of pain with his pleasure.

Gaze lowering, the daemon pulls off of Guanshan's erection with a wet pop, tiling his head to drag hot tongue along the side. As he licks from tip to base he drives two fingers in deep, his own cock bounces up full from anal stimulation. Panting with furrowed brow, he finally draws himself back up onto his knees, grabbing Guanshan's cock and positioning over it. ]

Show me after. [ lips smack, greedy for flavor that lingers there, ] You can even take more if you want.

[ Is it vanity when you know you're hot? At the very least, he's always known that Guanshan's been dangerously attracted to him, and he's happy to put that all on display now.

Muscular thighs don't quiver as he lowers down onto guided dick, pushing head past that ring of muscle before allowing measured gravity take care of the rest. Tan skin flushes with the effort, earning a light sheet of sweat against cool air—his cock curves, red and veined, bouncing as he sinks down the length of Guashan's cock. His lips move wordlessly as he's stretched, body unaccustomed to giving way for someone else—and true form, that sweet ache creeps up to his tailbone, burn of cock stretching him out beyond what fingers could accomplish earning a low, guttural groan.

Dragging curled fingers through his thick mop, Rokurou combs it all back and away from his face. Ends fall loose around his shoulders, a wild mane framing discordant eyes and pitch-night blight that stand out in morning dark.

Visage clear, Rokurou leans back and plants his palms on lean thighs. ]

Haaa—you're really filling me up. [ teasing as he clenches up around Guanshan's dick, ] Remember when you were a fish? I wish you could come that much in me right now.

[ He'll pause and pose for a few seconds (he knows the camera loves him, baby) before beginning to rock, well-tuned body a mechanism of fluid motion. ]

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[ given an inch, take a mile. Guanshan's teeth flash too white in the dark, lips lopsided, there and gone. instead of taking another photo, he swipes it over to video mode; while Rokurou's adjusting, the camera switches to face front and then he rests it on the wireless charging base on his bedside table. almost done adjusting it to the right angle to record, he watches the Rokurou on the screen guide his cock between muscular cheeks and sink down. ]

[ shoulders hit the pillows too roughly, pushed back down by the wave of bright, hot sensation transferring from head to balls to spine to head. that dazzling electric arc doesn't even have time to stop astonishing him before he realizes it was only the receding tide that warns of an incoming 20-foot wave, the complete delicious sheathing of his erection sending him writhing beneath the daemon's pinning weight. hands fly to the thick muscles of spread thighs, in the front seat of a rollercoaster at the bottom of its first drop. ]

Jesus, fuck. [ the sweat of his palms makes Rokurou's skin feel tacky and his thumbs follow the throbbing pulse of femoral arteries where he's been taught to slice, right in the divot between two muscles that lead a trench straight to his bobbing, untouched erection. ]

Still happens sometimes when I'm a dog, ya know. [ had he left that part out? maybe he'd intended it to be a surprise, he can't remember. now, the camera will catch his confessions and their hollowed-out breathiness — not to mention the lewd juncture where Guanshan's cock spreads his lover open, how one of his thumbs braves the planes of his body to pet and drag over his balls. then lower, applying pressure as he strokes over his taint, around the slippery pucker of his rim. as a treat. ]

[ there's little he can — or wants — to do under the easy rhythm Rokurou starts. it feels luxurious and selfish and indulgent to lay there and passively observe, not do any of the work, let the night's melatonin blend harmoniously with the dopamine of sex and oxytocin of love, a steadily-building high that blisses him out as good as molly. the lack of participation won't last beyond this first round (one of many for the day, judging by how early they're starting), but their shared hedonism is one of the many things that bring them together: you scratch my back, I scratch yours. you fulfill my fantasies — well, you know. ]

[ and honestly, there's nothing better for Rokurou's ego than Guanshan's filthy mouth anyway. ]

Damn, I really should'a — hahhh, put a ring on. You feel too fuckin' good...

[swordhardy]

[ Rokurou’s voice cracks beneath his breath when cool fingers find their way to his taint. Heat maps out from his core, molten gold burning outward and leaving an aftertail of prickling hot and cold. Glutton for sensation, he rocks down, angling his hips toward where Guanshan’s fondling moves across his balls and rim.

His cheeks flush with rare color, painting rich tan and warm undertone in faint pinked hue. Against shadow and night’s purple it blends harmlessly; the camera catches that color and its contrast against black lashes that curl against upper cheek as his features scrunch. ]

Go ahead and come.

[ Back arching, the daemon’s body sinks down the length of Guanshan’s cock; inner walls tighten in possessive clutch before another rock draws him back up in a flex of core and muscle.

Again again again—Rokurou moves to find his own pleasure, belly tucking in as he leans forward, strong hands splaying across delineating rib for support. A position where the head of Guanshan’s erection butts up against a spot that has him quivering, features washing out in momentary bliss, mouth slack and stupid, before it escapes on the next draw.

Eager, Rokurou barrels himself down onto it again. Tension whips, cracks, forces rigidity that he forces back to bend. Nerves light and burn, threading that edge of too much that he loves to impale himself upon. ]

I’m going to fuck you all day anyway. [ on the next drop he closes the distance between their lips in a short click, ] We’ll talk about your dog dick later.

[ He presses that toothy grin against Guanshan’s mouth once more before reeling back, shag of dark hair falling in thick wave around his shoulders.

Rough fingerpads draw back across pale skin before the warmth of a palm settles at the base of soft abdomen. The other slides over his own erection, neglected and beading precum at the tip—Rokurou begins to stroke himself with a dragged sigh, brow furrowing and front teeth sinking down on bottom lip. ]

Hn, haa—fuck…

[ The jerk of his hand quickens, erratic and desperate as he drops down and drives himself onto Guanshan’s dick. Keeps doing it, faster, harder, until his body finally seizes on the spike of an orgasm that has him splattering thick cum up Guanshan’s chest. ]

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Haha... yes, sir.

[ the dopey confirmation, beset on a lazy grin and half-lidded eyes, half-submerged in the sandman's promises. all the barriers of skin and sensation seem to fall away, the rhythmic rock of Rokurou's hips and the tight, wet heat engulfing his cock undulating with 3-am fantasies, a maw of pleasure that swallows him whole. the swordsman's just using his body to fulfill his own needs, grinding and grunting and taking, and Guanshan lays splayed as a willing victim to be drained dry, head thrown back in gasping pleasure. ]

[ even being painted in a layer of semen feels luxe somehow, hot warmth pooling in the dips of his body's topography, streaks and pools of heat that join every other scrap of evidence on him that he belongs to the man jerking and twitching atop him. palms knead greedily at the tenses muscles of his ass, pushing and pulling to employ the spasmic sensation of Rokurou's orgasming hole for a few more writhing, unbearable thrusts before he's joining him. ]

[ most orgasms rock through Guanshan like a bomb going off; this is slower, sweeter, rolling through every stretched like a visible caress of wind through tall grasses. toes curl and legs stretch, hands palming the flank of Rokurou's ass all the way down onto his length as he spills deep inside of him, bottomed out, balls drawing up taut as pump out molten heat. he feels it immediately begin to cascade down the seams where they aren't fully connected, sliding back down with gravity's bid, wetting down the seams of his thighs and taint. ]

[ slowly, his tense brows ease back down, slacking with blissful afterglow, lashes fluttering open but what's below still utterly sightless, a relishing blank stare at the ceiling. ] Fuuu-uuuck...

[ worshipping fingers unclench, petting over each defined line of Rokurou's silhouette, up and down the taper of his obliques. satisfaction and insomnia make sleep beguile him once more, but he begins to blink it away as his interest shifts. ]

All day, huh? Promise we'll both be sore tomorrow? [ cheeky, a hand comes down to deliver a blistering slap to one cheek, stinging even his own palm — but not so good as the reflexive clench it inspires all over his softening cock, only now deciding to slip from his lover in a slick mess of lube and cum. ] Mmh, I'm talking someone's jizz on every damn surface of this apartment. Happy birthday, me.

[ judging by that stupid grin on his face, it's gonna be a good day. ]