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[swordhardy]

[ It’s a clever warning given that Rokurou is a vain little daemon. Luckily, he hadn’t been planning on doing something that rough—which is why he laughs and snaps his teeth playfully before, ]

I wouldn’t do that.

[ He presses one more kiss to Broca’s mouth before dipping. Callus-studded palms slide down Broca’s chest and abdomen, nails scratching over hard muscle. They aren’t the same build, it’s clear that their fighting styles are different, and Rokurou appreciates the restrained strength beneath his touch. Extremely attractive. Can he be blamed for wanting to get his mouth on every inch?

Wandering hands find a new home. Fingers tightly curl as he strokes Broca’s cock, tongue licking against the base. Then up, following its curve, nursing the glans against his lips with teasing suck before sliding back down. Pushing his head forward, his mouth finds the weight of Broca’s balls—lips parting, he tease one between them, sucking lightly, while pumping his fist.

Rokurou glances up, searching for the feline’s response—does he like this, does he not? ]

[broca]

[ The warning seemed largely like it wouldn't be needed, but it never hurt to take precautions. It was hard to tell exactly what level of pain this man enjoyed, and while he seemed happy to dish it out on Broca, who was equally willing to take it to an extent, it was important to draw boundaries.

Which apparently began and ended at dick biting, given the way his breath catches at the nails dragging over his skin. This is something he's used to his partners doing, and something he has no problem with at all. Even a little harder to leave raised, red marks would have been fine by him, but the appreciative touch is just as pleasant.

Not nearly as pleasant as what follows, however, as Rokurou starts to make good on his offer. Broca's ears twist to the side, not flat against his skull, but sticking out sideways as his lids droop. While his face has never been particularly expressive, there's a softening of that usual sternness he carries, and an increase rise and fall of his chest. Beyond the obvious tell of the ears, it's subtle, but he's still watching Rokurou with a keen interest, his stomach muscles tightening and toes curling slightly as Rokurou begins to mouth at his balls.

The fingers in Rokurou's hair curl tighter around his locks, not actually yanking out his hair like he threatened, but enough to pull slightly. It's not meant to be a threat. It's not really thought out at all as his body just reacts to the sensations he's being hit with now. ]

[swordhardy]

[ Broca has always been a man of few words and mild expressions. There’s particular satisfaction in stirring up a reaction in a man so taciturn; the shift might be small in other people, but in Broca, it’s a treat.

Not that Rokurou is content with only this. How much can he get? Always a hard worker and something of a perfectionist, the daemon thinks—he can get more. Make Broca tremble. Gasp. Maybe even earn a coveted groan. His narrow in pleasure at the hands in his hair and the thrill of the hunt.

He teases for a little longer before moving his mouth to the tip of Broca’s cock, swapping places, cupping Broca’s balls instead. His tongue digs into the slit, sweeping up the faintly bitter taste of precum. Then, flattens it, taking the head past his lips and nursing it with a few leisurely sucks. Everything about Broca is big and his cock is no exception; Rokurou takes his time sinking his mouth down onto it, exhaling through his nose as the glans grinds up against the roof of his mouth and then presses against the opening of his throat.

His lips stretch around the girth of Broca’s erection as he sucks him off. Fingers knead his sack, teasing, against the wet grind of his tongue and inner cheeks. ]