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[ Everything about Rokurou's general demeanor would make Broca think that in bed the man is fast and impatient. Even how things started off gave the impression that Rokurou did not have the interest in waiting to build things up in a slow and steady way. That's not necessarily a bad thing in Broca's eyes mind you, but it does mean that he isn't quite prepared for the careful way Rokurou seems to take this one step at a time.

Foolish when he thinks about it. His only sexual encounter with this man previously had been with Matoba in the middle, and even then with Matoba riling him up with his typical biting behavior, he'd watched as Rokurou centered the fussy exorcist's pleasure first and foremost in the act.

The coveted groan hasn't been earned yet, but the rise and fall of Broca's chest deepens as his breathing gets a little heavier, audible as his heart rate picks up in response to the onslaught of pleasure. His fingers relax for a moment, before pressing down on Rokurou's skull, the rough pads of his fingertips working over his scalp in a what might be a comforting gesture if it weren't just a tad too rough. Regardless, the silent encouragement for what Rokurou is doing right now is clearly there as pleasure pulses through Broca that has him squirming in a just barely perceptible way. ]

[ Fuck, that's good. Rokurou groans as the feline's hands card through his hair, mostly gentle with a bit of rough edge. Just how he likes it. That groan ripples up his chest and vibrates in his throat, sounding very much like a pleased cat himself. Encouraged, he continues to bob his head, eagerly digging his tongue in against the head of Broca's erection in search of more flavor every time he draws back. Bitter, salty—he exhales through his nose before relaxing even more on the next suck, fucking Broca's cock against his throat with a forward lean.

One hand continues to squeeze against Broca's sack while the other skims over his muscular hip, wrapping around to grab the feline's ass for a healthy squeeze. Nails dig into the meat of Broca's ass as the wet suck of his mouth grows louder, enhanced by the saliva building in his mouth. He can feel the way the other man squirms—just slighly—and like a bloodhound that's caught the scent, he locks in.

His jaw and neck burn. Drunk off of the sensation of effort and the feeling of Broca against him, Rokurou keeps sucking, swallowing hard around that cock. He wants Broca to come in his mouth, he wants to taste him—but then he won't get it inside him. So, reluctantly, the daemon draws back. A thin line of saliva trails between his lips and the head. ]

Huff... you want to come like this, or fuck me?

[ Whether Rokurou already had a lot of expertise in this particular area prior to coming to the resort, or his time here allowed for a lot of practice, it's clear that he knows what he's doing here. Broca is not as calm and collected as the subdued displays of emotion might indicate, but it is still hard to drag much in the way of sound out of him. The fact that his expression is going slack as his breathing continues to come out in loud puffs already speaks volumes about the work Rokurou is putting in to this one.

It's only the feeling of nails biting into skin that has his gaze refocusing for a minute, his tail trailing against Rokurou's skin for a minute in a surprised flick, though it's not necessarily agitation as his breath catches in his throat for a moment.

He could finish this way. It would be easy enough.

But Rokurou pulls back and asks that question. Whether it was meant to be a genuine question or not, a man like Broca survived (barely) as long as he has by learning to read between the lines of questions. It sometimes does mean he learns to read things that aren't even though, and right now he's reading that as a request more than an actual question. His tail swishes slower this time, more thoughtfully as his cock throbs where it sits out in the open, the spit coating it making the air feel almost unpleasantly cool on it right now. Sure would be nice to have it back in something warm again, so considering that... ]

Up.

[ He'll sit up more, his hand leaving Rokurou's head to help roll the other man over as he glances around to see any obvious signs of lubricant. ]

[ Fuck yeah. The daemon’s eyes flash, pleased, before he rolls over and reaches to grab the bottle from the single flimsy drawer his shitty little room has. There’s no time to waste; there’s a hard cock waiting for him and his own is aching from neglect.

With the lube passed to Broca’s possession, Rokurou rolls over again, and then shamelessly props himself on his hands and knees to present his ass to the other man. It’s a position that allows him to grab his own erection for a few comforting strokes, emphasizing the strong muscles of his back as he tenses between rolls of pleasure. Dark hair falls loose around his shoulders in silky cascade.

Cheeky, Rokurou tosses a glance back over his shoulder: ]

You don’t have to be gentle with me.

[ As much and Rokurou and Matoba fight, there's a certain similarity to them when they're like this, and Broca wonders if the two men realize it. Then again, Rokurou has likely never see himself from the angle that Broca's currently looking at him to be able to see the parallels as he eagerly gets into position for the feline.

He'll marvel about it quietly to himself for a moment, before letting out a small snort at the comment that the man makes.

Popping open the cap, he'll douse his fingers with lube, before snapping the cap back into place and tossing it to the side. One hand comes to rest on Rokurou's hip, holding him steady as the first exploratory finger starts by tracing his rim lightly a few times, making sure to coat it completely, and as he does so letting the hand on his hip move to slide up the firm muscle of his back. His calloused palm moves up, up, up across that expanse of skin before eventually entangling in a hank of those silky locks that are spilling out over his shoulders. There's only a few seconds before his fingers wrap tighter around those locks and he pulls hard. At the same time a finger presses all the way inside of Rokurou up to Broca's last knuckle. ]

I wasn't going to be.

[ If Rokurou had a tail, it would be furiously wagging. A good thing he doesn’t since Broca would be in the line of fire for that tail whapping.

Those hands feel good. Large, flexible, textured. It’s obvious that he’s a man that uses them often for trade or hobby; Rokurou shivers as a palm slides along his back. Gasps when one fists into his hair and pulls while entering his ass—Rokurou grins wildly as his head is jerked back, adam’s apple rolling on a groan. He squeezes his own cock again for some relief.

Fuck, Broca’s really hot. His hole clenches around that intruding finger and he bucks back into it, trying to fuck it deeper, as if there’s an itch somewhere inside. His eyes narrow in pleasure, ]

You’ll take care of me after, right?

[ The man truly would make for an excellent Perro. An expressive pair of ears, and an expressive tail, unlike the Lupo that Broca knows that do everything in their power to still their expressions and body language in order to hide their thoughts and intentions. Broca himself never bothered to learn that habit as a Feline, but it seemed to be common among the wolves he knew.

Rokurou is perfectly expressive as he is right now though, even in this position that doesn't allow for as clear a look at him. He can just barely spot the grin as he looks down, though the groan and the hand unable to leave his cock alone while Broca works him open speaks volumes.

A second finger joins the first, no more warning given this time than before as Broca leans over him, keeping his arm steady so that the firm grip on Rokurou's hair doesn't ease up. ]

If you keep behaving.

[ Not that Broca is particularly good at aftercare, but he'll figure something out. He knows how to clean up a wound and treat bruises and pulled muscle, so if any injuries are sustained during this little romp, he should be able to take care of those. ]

I always, ah... behave...

[ Rokurou groans as pushes in a second finger. The feline has large, strong hands, textured from working. The sensation of them working in and out is a little bit painful and a little bit sweet. The full feeling when they push in together feels so damn good that he rocks back into them, begging for them to go deeper despite the limitations of their length.

Broca's warmth is also cloying. Fuck, he wants more. Rokurou's a greedy young man, and though he has a great deal of patience, it's quickly thinning. ]

Enough. [ he reaches back, grasping blindly for Broca's wrist, ] That's enough. Fuck me, I can't wait anymore. I want you now.

[ There's a loud snort at that assertion of Rokurou's, implying that maybe someone in this room doesn't agree with that self-assessment. It's fine though, because Broca is used to dealing with unruly and boisterous creatures who don't know how to keep themselves out of trouble anyway.

Though this is admittedly not the way he's used to dealing with that type.

Broca's hand stills, fingers halfway inside of Rokurou as he gives him a skeptical look at that demand. They hadn't been going at it for that long, and Broca knows he's not a small guy. ]

You sure?

[ Though even as he asks, his hand starts to retreat as he shifts his knees on the bed. ]

How much do I have to beg?

[ The stretch of something too large pushing inside is half the pleasure. Like being broken in, being used, before being ruthlessly fucked. Besides, those hands have a better place to be—gripping his waist or yanking his hair. Rokurou glances over his shoulder and grins at the feline, gaze flicking between his erection and face. ]

Unless you want me to fuck you instead?

[ The abused skin at his throat throbs in a friendly reminder at how Rokurou had decided to kick off this little tryst of theirs, and Broca frowns to himself at the thought. He likes it rough himself at times, but the two men aren't exactly on the same level when it comes to what they enjoy.

Only one of them is a true masochist, and at that offer Broca grabs one side of Rokurou's hips and yanks him forward towards Broca, to line him up better for what's going to happen next. ]

No. You're too rough.

[ As opposed to Broca who has been gentle...? Well, it's been at Rokurou's request, so it's fine.

It's all that he's going to say before the head of his cock presses against the crease of Rokurou's ass, his second hand coming to steady the other side of Rokurou as he shifts forward to begin to press against the man. ]

[ Wow? He can be gentle when he wants to? The way he treats Matoba Seiji is an outlier and should not be counted. Nor should Broca consider how often he’s tried to chew on and bite him. How dare he use past experience against him.

But he won’t argue this time, only because Broca’s finally giving him that dick. Rokurou groans, eyes closing and brow furrowing as the feline’s cock pushes inside and stretches him out. Fuck. That too-full feeling is so goddamn good, right on the razor edge of pleasurepain.

The daemon trembles, his own cock stiff and heavily leaking precum. ]

Ah, ah… yeah, that’s it… fuck, you’re big… so good…

[ Rokurou’s ass clenches around Broca’s cock before he forces himself to relax with a thin exhale. ]

I want more…

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