swordhardy | NOCT OVERFLOW

[ even as rokurou explains himself, the look of disbelief never leaves six's face at all. it grows even more unsure, eyes narrowed in a way that keeps the exasperation in high levels. he would shake his head too, but he figures the way he's looking at rokurou right now says it all. ]

I see.

[ not really, but it'll have to do. rokurou seems to be embarrassed enough as it is so he won't say anything more. ]

... I'll go get towels.

[ with the moment ruined, he shuffles away from rokurou and off the bed to head for the bathroom. at least grabbing fresh towels from underneath the sink will give him some time to regain his composure, because not even someone like him can resist reacting when rokurou came undone like that. one good look at the mirror says it all too: his face is flushed, pink all the way to the base of his ears. an embarrassing sight if rokurou had noticed it.

taking his time might also be a dead giveaway too, but he says nothing even as he comes back to where rokurou lies, starting to wipe the daemon clean off the excess blood.

(he'd forgotten to clean himself up back there, dried blood still clinging to his lips.) ]

[ To his credit, by the time Six returns he's managed to drag up into proper sitting position. Watching, he leans back onto his hands as the erune drags the rag across his chest, pressing over the bleeding tallies that make up the characters of his name. His real name, the one given at birth—laden with the wishes of his parents. Complicated as the erune's history might be, that's something Rokurou believes despite the Rangetsu having the exact opposite tradition. Numbers for children, because they were expected to earn everything else after.

Mismatched eyes scan. They absorb the flush of the erune's skin and the way his ears lowered, the way strong hands move, the purse serious of bloodied lips complimenting the pink flush of cheeks. Brushing over knuckles, Rokurou presses his palm to the back of the erune's hand to stop the scrub and holding it in his while he leans in to press their lips together.

It isn't a demanding kiss. Tentative, light, almost chaste in its press until his tongue sweeps forward to curl over where blood's begun to dry. Metalic tang tickles his tastebuds, sparking new electric surge through an otherwise post-orgasm languid body. ]

... I came because it's you, you know.

[ A grit up against Six's lips before he drags the flat of his tongue fully across the erune's mouth in a sordid lick. ]

[ the distraction barely helps.

by the time he tends to rokurou, the daemon had already figured him out. his mouth parts open in a slight gasp when rokurou stills his movements, leaning closer to snag their lips together in a kiss. it's unlike the ones they've shared plenty of times, curious, exploratory, as if testing boundaries that have long been torn apart. he is reminded of the blood when he tastes it along the swipe of rokurou's tongue, lavender eyes widening.

because it's you, rokurou tells him. this idiot man makes it his responsibility as to why he couldn't hold himself back from coming undone. ]

Why do you have to put it that way—

[ his blush deepens, and yet his resolve strengthens because of what he just heard. when rokurou leans in closer again, six grabs him by the waist to pull him towards another kiss. more demanding this time, hungrier. when he bites down on the man's bottom lip, it's a warning of what's to come. ]

You stupid, stupid daemon.

[ and then he kisses him once more, hands reaching up to get lost in inky black hair. ]

—hfff.

[ Rokurou exhales shortly from his noise; pleasure prickles at the arms around his waist, a snug weight that he leans into while tilting his head into that kiss.

Fingers find their way into his hair, combing sensation drawing a soft sigh against the erune's lips. A brief break before he delves back in, meeting their mouths in wet click, tongue sweeping across the seam of Six's lips. Relishing the sweet taste and how Synchrony sparks between them with every press, a powerful flow between them.

He's always loved Six's hands. Their strength, their restraint. Every callus. Every fingernail. The more they touch, the more the daemon leans in. Following them, seeking their attention, sighing again and again into the meld of their mouths. Eventually he reaches up, brushing fingers along one of Six's wrists before easing up to a palm. Threading their fingers together, Rokurou clasps their hands, giving an affectionate squeeze.

Bringing their joined hands between them, Rokurou breaks the kiss to press his lips over each one of the erune's knuckles. ]

[ it's almost frustrating how rokurou doesn't need to say anything but still manages to find a way to make six's heart skip a beat or two. the way he kisses him, again and again, is such a simple act and yet it's capable of stealing his breath away no matter how he does it. even worse when the daemon twines their fingers together, holding on for a split-second before he brings their hands together closer to plant kisses on every knuckle.

the flush on the erune's face deepens, unable to hide his embarrassment for much longer. he's so flustered that he can't even think straight anymore, but he tries to say something anyway. anything at all, just so he doesn't have to focus on the fact that he's slowly dying on the inside.

(why does he make it so easy for rokurou—) ]

... That's cheating.

[ breathless, but still clear enough to be heard.

he tries to turn the tide back in his favour by pulling rokurou in again so it's easier to start leaving lovebites down his blight, teeth snagging against skin with each mark left behind. his hips jerk forward to create friction between them, even though he knows rokurou is likely still way too sensitive given his earlier orgasm. ]

—that's cheating.

[ Teeth tickle over blight and warmth curls, sensation rooted in his core stretching its fingers out to the tips of his fingers and toes. Each little lovebite draws a breath, earns a sigh, eyelashes fluttering in on cresting jolts of excitement. A point of weakness that he leans into, giving Six more control as he lifts his chin and relishes the lash of mouth over cragged black.

Pressing his weight forward to lean into that mean friction— ]

Keep, ah. Keep... cheating.

[ Every grind borders on almost too much; flush and pink warm the daemon's cheeks as his breathing labors into weighted pants.

While Six continues to use his mouth, Rokurou moves to do the same—head falling forward in a wave of inky black, the curve of his mouth moves over shoulder and muscle, in toward the hollow of Six's throat and up. Kissing, mouthing, before he settles over a spot to really sink his teeth into and tattoo red in splotch and prick. ]

[ rokurou encourages him to keep cheating so that's exactly what he'll do. with every mark left behind, six answers them with a kiss, followed by another, and then one more. he can't see the proof against cragged black but he knows it's affecting rokurou regardless, weighted pants urging him to keep doing it again and again.

he pauses every now and then to let out a strained noise, just as equally affected by the daemon's ministrations. his body shudders with the hint of friction on their groins, grinding harder and harder to bring them much closer to the edge. he can feel the wetness of rokurou's earlier release against his trousers but that just turns him on, reminds him that he's the reason why rokurou came undone in the first place.

he'll be the reason again that rokurou cums twice. he'll make sure of it.

slow and steady, wordless as he keeps going. there's only goal he wants to achieve. ]

[ Six's mouth makes focusing difficult. Though Rokurou's lips and teeth work over skin, the hitches of breath and the shivers of pleasure continue to rack. Beat beat beat—the strokes from the knife Six used to carve his character into his flesh throbs in tandem, blended ache going bone deep and chafing against the tenor of oversensitivity.

Peeling away from that brilliant fresh mark with a wet pop, Rokurou succumbs, head falling back while he rolls his hips forward. Broken shards of rasp-touched voice fall—needling at first, but quickly weighting with harder, deeper drag. ]

Hah, hn, that's .... fuh, Six—... muh, more...

[ Desperation whitens normally ruddy knuckles as he grasps onto the other man, arms a lock as he hurriedly rocks. It hurts, it feels good, it hurts, it feels good, it hurts, it feels good. One and the same, because there's no line between them anymore. For a Yaksha, it was already thin to begin with. ]

I want, mn—more.

[ Blindly, he grasps for Six's wrist, greedily trying to push the erune's hand down the front of his damp trousers. ]

[ rokurou isn't the only one who is struggling to keep focus, but six tries his best to power through everything the daemon does. every shiver, every soft sigh — they're all inconsequential once rokurou starts begging him for more. he allows the other man to guide where his hand rests, and once his fingers make contact, he starts palming hard.

a few strokes, careful ministrations, but that only lasts for a short while before he slips under the daemon's trousers. skin on skin feels so much better since he can feel just how heated rokurou is now, makes it so much easier to slick his fingers with cum to help with his strokes. ]

Tell me— tell me what you want and I'll give you everything.

[ low and husky, whispered against tanned skin.

he picks up the pace while he continues to mark rokurou up in places that will be difficult to hide later on. ]

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