swordhardy | NOCT OVERFLOW

—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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