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[ 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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