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[Leave it to Rokurou, always, to have the poorest behavior. His indulgence turns to displeasure as he is (somewhat predictably) flipped into his back, sprawled beneath the trussed-up daemon. At best, it gives him a full view of Rokurou's glowering face- and the flicker that passes it as the toy jostles inside of him.]

Is that what you'd like me to be? [He smiles, deciding to force past the usual annoyance and back into his usual smugness. Sprawled beneath Ro's pounce, he raises a leg, using his knee and foot to toy at the trailing tail behind Ro's ass, and manipulating it inside of him. He'll see how long Ro can keep himself top dog while trapped among cats.] Shall I squirm and squeak for you? You would like that, wouldn't you.

—tch.

[ Matoba nudges the plug with his knee and Rokurou jerks, unable to stifle his reaction to the sensation. His cock stiffens despite reluctance, flushing pink and rippling veins as blood rushes south. Dusky nipples pebble too, giving away just how much he feels that stupid toy grinding into his ass.

Rokurou slaps a paw against Matoba’s stomach. With eyes narrowed, he pulls at the knot of his yukata’s sash like a kitten toying with loose yarn. ]

Do it.

[ He nudges a gloved hand beneath the front fold, pushing fabric so that it slides over Matoba’s shoulder. Once upon a time the exorcist had clean, fair skin. Now, with Rokurou’s penchant for biting, he’s rarely without a bruise or mark. The daemon’s tongue curls as he presses a finger against the latest smudge of toothy red left behind from a previous encounter between them. ]

Squeak.

[The hitch and arch of Ro's back is more cat-like than the exorcist is sure he'd ever like to be, and yet. Satisfying, nudging the bruise in his ego that being trussed up has delivered. As always, the daemon hates to see his own reflection, and being made to match his own, hated cat-like pettiness is as delicious a forced realization as any.]

[Of course, he knew retribution would be swift. The yukata are easily disrobed, which is of course the charm of them in the resort's newest theme park-like fixation on the ryokan. Better the easily-laundered yukata than his day to day kimono, in any case- though Ro is the one who has to deal with it, after. Matoba's skin was never fully free of markings but two years in the resort trading flesh with territorial beasts has only marred it further. Maybe someday it will match his face.]

[Ro presses down on one of many bruises of his own making and Matoba's stomach hollows with a flex, but other than the low hiss of breath and a slight curl of bared tooth, stubbornness makes the exorcist as quiet as ever when he doesn't want to give him the satisfaction. Instead, revenge comes swiftly with another jerk of his leg against the trail of his 'tail', causing a harsh ricochet of the toy up into Ro's hole, and hopefully, a reaction along with it.]

Squeak. [Purred, deadpan.]

[ Another groan chafes in Rokurou’s throat. This one is thinner, needier for how the plug once again grinds up against a sensitive spot. What’s even more frustrating is how that short that sudden burst is, leaving him itching for more.

It takes a moment for Rokurou to grit out a response. It comes after he swallows, but even with the effort to soothe his throat, his voice is raspy: ]

What a boring rat.

[ Why not give Matoba what he wants and behave like the cats he adores so much? Rokurou turns his nose up at the poor showing
and slides off the other man, presenting his ass when turning around to blatantly ignore him.

The fake tail flops with the shift into a new position, velveteen black draped across Rokurou’s naked thigh. He stares at the wall as if it’s the most interesting thing in the word, ignoring the way his cock throbs, begging for attention. ]

Boring?

[Matoba's eye sparks, a predator's instinct piqued.] Am I not entertaining you yet, kitty-cat?

[A dangerous bait to lay for this rat, especially once Ro turns his back in indignation, hole presented towards him. Matoba sits up and gazes at the sight of the toy's girth, however modest, disappearing into the stretch of it- not virginal (he has seen to that), but relatively tight, still, despite use. The velvet fur trails and the end of it is left behind over Matoba's hip. He rests a hand on it, enjoying its feel, as plotting blooms.]

[If he moves, he must move quickly, movement acute to the daemon- the kitty-cat's- senses- and so in a smooth movement he kneels up, cloaking Ro's hindquarters with his own, and in a drape reaches around to grip his needy cock at the base with the clutch of one hand, while taking hold of the base of his 'tail' with the other.]

Then let's play a different game. [With a jerk the toy fucks deeper inward, bulging its flared base against muscle, then tugs back a few inches to threaten the bulging girth against him. Grip feels the kick and tightness of Ro's needy cock, squeezing, keeping it at attention- as Matoba fucks him with the short strokes of the toy, seeking to worry and strike it against his untrained prostate.]

[It isn't too large; he could easily slip it back out if he wanted, but so could he push it aside, to fit more, he thinks. Gazing down at his prey, Matoba licks his lips, and leans in, the brush of his cock's curve dragging against trailing tail and Ro's inner thigh.]

[ Matoba knows both him and his body too well. The man moves swiftly, smartly so, grabbing Rokurou by the dick before he can roll away. Not only at the front, but he’s assaulted at the back—Rokurou’s voice hitches, another keening sound that he rapidly swallows back down.

He can’t stop it. The toy fucks into him and Rokurou’s spine dips under electricity. Fingers curl, gripping into the sheets for dear life as Matoba thrusts against his prostate while wringing his cock. Dual sensation that feels so good that it’s annoying; who’s given Matoba the right to play with him this way?

Blindly, he reaches back to grab Matoba’s cock. He can feel it brush against the back of his thigh, teasing, and he’s never been the type just take what’s been given. He gives it a few quick jerks, hoping Matoba feels some kind of shame from the sensation of plush toebean-like embellishments on his glove pawing along his shaft. ]

Just what kind of game are you trying to play?

[That's better, he thinks smugly, watching Ro's spine arc and his hips jerk with wanton pleasure that no doubt drags on his ego. Putty in his hands, like the pussycat being stroked so kindly. He might play hard to get, but he should know by now that Matoba will always play harder.]

[The sensation that fights back, gripping his half-hard cock between Ro's legs, is unexpected, but not unwelcome. If there's any shame to be had from the cute paws rubbing him to full erection, there's nothing to show it, only a tight, pleasured breath at the stroking. Matoba fucks against Ro's thigh, rubbing up against the join of his cock and groin, pressing against his pleasure-tight balls. All he's done is work him harder, more ready for the game he has in mind.]

I'm glad you asked, [He murmurs, and draws his hips back just enough to tug his cock out of Ro's paw, in order to drag the head up his taint and nudge it against his hole, where the tail disappears into him. With a hand still on its base, he carefully nudges it aside to leave some space in the tapered slope of the plug's shape, and wedges the tip of his cock aside it.]

[He pushes his hips forward, pressing the toy at a sharp angle against Ro's hole, and spreads him apart with a push of his other hand against one cheek, wedging enough space open to force his cock past the tight entrance and snugly inside with the toy. He shudders a breath, the intense tightness forcing him to pause. No doubt the kitty in question will need to adjust as well.]

[There is some self preservation; petty as they both may be, mutual pleasure is still the goal here.]

You—!

[ BEAST. While everything Matoba does is precisely what Rokurou would do if their positions were reversed, Rokurou’s head snaps to glare over his shoulder when he feels the weight of Matoba’s cock joining the plug. What does he think his ass is!?

The look on his face is—well, exactly like a cat that’s had his tail stepped on. If the head wasn’t already wedged in, Rokurou would kick him. But he isn’t willing to risk tearing his poor hole with a sudden jerk; that would making shitting a pain. So, he endures, exhaling and forcing himself to relax as his hole stretches to accommodate Matoba’s cock alongside the plug.

But vengeance? Vengeance will be had.

Rokurou’s thighs tremble as the toy pitches in at sharp angle, pressing hard against sensitive inner walls. Despite the scowl on his face, his cock leaks, a thread of glossy precum dripping from the head. Stretched, the pressure and pleasurepain of being forced to accept Matoba’s cock when already filled hits a weird button for him, stirring arousal, but he’s too proud to admit that.

Neither the toy or Matoba are too large, so when Matoba thrusts inside, it isn’t too much. Still—it’s enough for Rokurou to gasp and swallow back a few moans, bell on his collar cheerfully jingling as his Adam’s apple bobs again and again. ]

Hff, hff … you… you’re lucky you have a tiny dick…

[ So, so surly. ]

[The lean inward to sink his cock into Ro's ass is slow and patient, letting muscle unlock at its own pace. Unlike some brutes, Matoba relishes in the slow acceptance of Ro's hole, and has no interest in tearing him in half, despite their shared pettiness. The stretch is tough nonetheless, but Matoba- while not tiny- was not a large man, and the fit isn't as bad as it could be.]

[But sunk in to the hilt leaves him breathless, tight and texture rubbing against the smooth bulb of the toy and the ever-tightening strain of muscle. Trembling slightly in the thighs, he drapes himself over Ro's lower back and reaches around to grip his cock again, giving it a tight, generous pull from throbbing base to leaking tip, and smearing the pre in his fingers. He slides sticky palm back down to give him a few generous strokes, milking patiently and feeling the throbbing reaction back over his own cock, before daring to give a few slow, testing fucks into the tight heat.]

I agree, [He purrs again breathlessly, pressing a cheek against Ro's sweaty back. His hips are lazy, only fucking as much as the right clamp will allow; now it's his cock that manipulates the toy inside of Ro, jostling and pressing it around inside of him with every push of his hips. Neither his fucking not his stroking hand are in any rush, content to take him apart as slowly as his body can handle.] But it seems that you are enjoying it that way. A kitty-cat with simple pleasures.

[Forcing him to take pleasure slowly might yet be the best training he's come up with yet, for the oft poorly-behaved daemon. A little lesson in patience.]

[ Matoba’s grip finds his cock again. Another whine needles out of the daemon’s throat as his lashes flutter; numbing pleasure soothes the ache of being stretched to fullness. His chest heaves on a hard breath as that pleasure begins to compound, with Matoba’s cock and the toy working together. They grind deep, achieving a girth that builds cloying ache in Rokurou’s hips and tailbone on every fuck.

His head dips. Dark hair spills, slipping and parting, revealing the smooth nape of Rokurou’s neck. One of the few places unscarred and unmarked for how vulnerable it is. Shoulderblades flex with the tensing of his biceps, showing off the handsome way they swim alongside muscle. Dimples dot at his waist, which twists slightly on another gasp and shift, pleasantly narrow compared to the broadness of his shoulders.

Patience isn’t something Rokurou lacks. When he’s with Matoba, he rarely practices it, but that’s because he doesn’t want to when it comes to this damn man. He’s spent too many hours focused on singular tasks, spent his entire life honing his skills and fighting to match up to a genius when he, himself, is anything but genius.

Matoba fucks him slowly. Rokurou, despite all of his earlier griping, rocks back to meet the push of Matoba’s hips, wanting to feel him as deeply as possible. He doesn’t try to make him go faster; Rokurou sighs, shivering under Matoba’s pumping hand, feeling the urgency of his orgasm begin to stir from his sack to the tip of his cock. ]

Seiji…

[ There’s no purpose in calling Matoba’s name. Rokurou doesn’t even realize he’s done it, half zoned out from the dual pleasure of getting fucked in the front and the back. ]

[The warm voice that moans his name tickles something in Matoba's chest, but unlike Ro, he doesn't immediately and consciously reject it. The repression of an exorcist is a different thing; after recognition, he detaches from it carefully, then compartmentalizes it as separate from himself while admiring its human qualities and tucking it away.]

[Nonetheless, it makes him consider the man under him- the lovely shape of waist and back flexing as he's fucked, the attractive sinew and bulging of strong biceps and triceps under his own weight, the pinch of shoulderblades framing his rare nape. Attractive moments he rarely gets to see, always facing him from the other side.]

[With a soft sigh, shivered out with pleasure, Matoba lays his cheek against Ro's back again, carefully nuzzling against it as his hips continue to work patiently inside of him, working his guts into a tizzy alongside the toy. Imagine if it'd been a toy that could vibrate; that would be enjoyable, he thinks. His own arm works into numbness as it keeps up an equally patient rhythm over his cock, focusing on firmness and regularity and worshiping the thrum of it twitching in time with his thrusts, every rub and grind to his sensitive prostate producing more milky pre that beads and smears with the chokehold of his grip just below the crown.]

[Patience isn't usually Matoba's strong suit either, but sometimes he can enjoy its benefits. His cock is easily worked up like this, unused to the clutch of a tight hole and being teased in tandem with the toy's smooth head, and he feels he may fill him up any moment. He turns his cheek to kiss Rokurou's spine; he wants to feel it arch as he comes beneath him.]

That's a good kitty, [He murmurs, tight pulls over Ro's cock quickening slightly, the tighter he feels his hole flutter and strain. With a few minutes of movement and pleasure he's able to fuck, however shallowly, in a regular clip.] So this is how you like to be pet.

Edited 2026-02-02 23:54 (UTC)

Ssh—haa…

[ There’s no room to snap back with some bitter remark. Matoba plays him like an instrument, his hands sliding along strings like he was born to pluck them. Paced and gentle stimulation—it builds pressure in his groin slowly, all the more intense for how stimulation walks the edge of too much and just enough. As much as Rokurou wants to contrarily deny Matoba’s words, his body is too honest. He does like being fucked this way.

Which is why his complaint ends up being a senseless whine. Offended at being called a good kitty, but too close to climax to do anything about it. Precum dribbles all over Matoba’s fingers as Rokurou bucks into his grip, panting like a cat in heat. It isn’t just his working hand or the way his cock and toy stretch and fuck his ass; the nuzzle of his cheek and their closeness also crawls under his skin. Affection always does him in, so rare is it. More so from this menace of a man that somehow clawed his way into his chest to blow away the ashes from coal-shriveled heart.

His orgasm is intense. Rokurou trembles, body seizing around the girth of Matoba’s cock and the toy. The sensation of being too full as he tenses mats messy tears in Rokurou’s eyelashes. His cock twitches before he violently spills, shooting thick semen all over the bed and Matoba’s grip. Another strangled noise catches in his throat, keening and desperate. His hole sucks Matoba’s cock into a vice-grip, fluttering and hot, as if begging the exorcist to spend his seed inside. ]

[It's cute, certainly. A fitting reaction for the role of a pet. But also sweetly fitting for this man who, however poorly behaved, however desperate to swallow down every positive and humanizing emotion, cannot hide what remains when it bleeds through.]

[Matoba's nuzzle into the dip of Ro's spine warmly settles in as he arcs and comes hard. His hand's pace quickens to work him through it, to overstimulate in its wake just a little, just enough. But that only intensifies the vice around his own cock, and pushed tight and flush against him he gladly empties.]

That's it, [He murmurs, hot and reverent as he feels the flood of his own spend. It coats the toy beside him, and once tense hole begins to tiredly relax and his cock softens, he slowly draws back, using the hold of a hand on the base of the toy to keep it inside of him as he slips out. The plug is left, then, for his hole to relax around, sealing up the leak of semen from inside of him, forcing him to keep it in. Then, he languidly crawls up the length of Rokurou's body, and drapes warmly over the top of his back.]

[Hot breath flutters into the daemon's ear and the side of his neck as lips brush into the shell of it, warm and wet.] Keep that in, [He orders his pet, with an insistent push on the tail plug to punctuate his meaning, before drawing back slightly to Ro's exposed nape. There, he places a few wet, hot kisses, and then widens his jaw to sink blunt teeth into the meat of it, leaving a deep, bruising bite.]

[He had better be able to take what he dishes.]

Why…

[ It’s a loose complaint, softened by the drugging warmth of afterglow. Stupid plug, what does Matoba think he’s trying to do, assure conception? But after being stretched out between Matoba and the toy, tolerating one feels like nothing. Rokurou can’t even make himself care enough to grouse more about the damn thing.

Matoba’s weight sinks onto his back. Even when weakened in post-orgasm haze, the daemon’s body is steady and strong, a solid frame on which to lean upon. Truly the pinnacle of Rangetsu stock, a man trained from head to toe and finely in tune with his body. What ruins it is the blight that stubbornly stains his flesh, what marks him as other.

Rokurou turns his head, wanting to glare at Matoba for that extra shove he hadn’t needed to do—but gasps instead, bucking when pleasurepain crackles across his flesh and throbs to bone. His cock even stirs despite having just spent. Not only can he take it, his reaction of knit brow and bobbing Adam’s apple suggests that he thoroughly enjoys it. ]

—nh! Haa… haa… suh, satisfied yet?

Hmmm... Yes.

[Matoba smiles against his warm skin, nuzzling into the deep dent his teeth have made and teasing the tip of his tongue into the pitted marks. He might not break skin, exactly, but as long as the mark remains there, he'll be satisfied.]

[A nice bed he makes, whether the front or the back. Content, Matoba tucks his nose and chin into the crook of Ro's shoulder- the left side, of course, both so as to be on Ro's human side and to leave his own good eye visible- and helps himself to laying there, with arms wrapped around his broad chest to hug close. There is a contentedness that sinks into his blood in this positioning, heavy with afterglow and warm from the furnace-like man's skin, heart thudding into his broad back.]

[Kitty-cats, after all, were also good for cuddling.] ...But are you? [Naughty fingertips pressed against warm chest inch upwards to tease at already-pert nipples, lightly circling and pinching.] In need of further playtime, are you?

I can’t stand you.

[ Grousing without malice. Matoba is so into cat kink that he can’t relax and enjoy some skinship—it isn’t even a question, Rokurou well knows Matoba’s hard up for anything involving cats in bed. Which is why Rokurou slaps the exorcist’s grubby mitts away and turns, plopping over onto the bed and grabbing so that Matoba is on top of his chest.

Paw gloves snag into Matoba’s hair, tugging, so Rokurou can drag him in for a kiss without the usual snap of teeth. His tongue brushes against the seam of Matoba’s lips before sliding in, the click of their mouths slow and lazy. ]

It’s your turn to give me a bath.

[ And isn’t this the perfect place for that? It’s the least Matoba can do after giving him a cummy ass and then plugging his semen inside. ]

[A low, quiet chuckle bubbles forth from Matoba as Rokurou grumbles and squirms under him until he's on his back; his skin is flushed with warmth and effort and his hair is a mess, looking a delight.]

[The mittens padding at his head are so ineffectual that he can't help but smile and go along with it, relaxing back into Rokurou's warmth to kiss him. Now his hair is a mess, too, static electricity from the mitts clinging silky strands. But arms wrapping around each other, it doesn't matter; they're too deep in each other's mouths, all else falling away.]

Oya...? I don't know if I can get you that wet, [He murmurs, nose rubbing into the crook of Ro's when his lips just barely pull away.] But you have been behaving, haven't you? Very well. As a reward.

[He is, after all, in a good mood. Unfortunately, arms have to disentangle to accomplish that, sliding down Ro's body, leaving mouthing kisses and nips down tanned skin as he goes. In a dip of an ab, over the crest of groin- he opens his mouth and with no shyness or hesitation presses it against the sensitive seam of his cock and balls with an open-mouthed kiss. Coagulating semen is eagerly slurped up, tongue following the thick vein of his cock upward and collecting more until the spill down his length is swallowed down, a light suckle sealing over the head and nursing the rest of his spend free from his slit.]

[He may still be sensitive, but Matoba is only barely merciful towards that- he gazes with a dark eye back up at him as he sinks his mouth back down over his length, eager to bring him back from half-soft to full hardness, swallowing the taste of seed down from the bed of his tongue and eagerly bobbing to tease him back to erection]

[ It's comical when the shoe is on the other foot. Matoba is the one who can't be satisfied today; Rokurou groans, a vibration in his throat that pleasantly jingles that little bell again. He had meant going to rinse off and enjoy the onsen, not that he wanted a cat-bath! The exorcist peels away to kiss his way down Rokurou's chest, his abdomen. Lips move, heading south intently in such a way that he knows what Matoba intends before he gets there.

His useless paw mittens pat over the top of Matoba's head. Another groan slips free as that mouth moves along his cock, licking up cum and sweat, forcing sensation over a spent cock. Rokurou shivers from overstimulation, toes curling and heels sliding pleasure stings. A fresh groan hikes when Matoba sucks over his cockhead, forcibly stirring up passion from the depths of afterglow. His cock responds, twitching in Matoba's sucking mouth, stiffening under the man's efforts. Rokurou clutches at a lock of hair and paws. Mostly ineffectual, only managing to bounce the glove's plush toebeans against his skull.

Rokurou's face flushes with new pleasure. It's the kind that edges on hurting, so soon after his first climax. He bites his bottom lip and gazes down at Matoba from lidded eyes, chest rising and falling quickly on short breaths. He laughs when their eyes meet. ]

A reward..? What, are you going to fuck my ass again?

[This man really is a hypocrite, Matoba thinks- utterly spoiled when he's the one that wants to toss Matoba around in his teeth like a chewtoy and fuck him until he can barely move; but anytime the shoe is on the other foot, he's full of nothing but complaints.]

[The paws fail to dissuade Matoba, even with the static they drum up in his hair. He must thank the staff for making it impossible for Ro to pull his hair; it allows him to domineer completely, feeling little jolts under Ro's skin from the pain of overstimulation. Nonetheless, it's obviously from the warm gold of his eye that he's not fighting it that much.]

[Spoiled.]

No, [He murmurs from around the head, pressing slurping kisses open-mouthed against it, mouthing.] You are going to fuck mine.

[Insatiably, he sinks back down, eager and generous in sucking Ro's cock back to full erection. His lips swallow down to the base, hold him hostage at the back of his throat, and tighten back up to the head again, taking him root-deep slowly and patiently until he's stiff against the bed of his tongue.]

[It's only then that he will let Rokurou be free, to crawl further up his body and pin a straddle over his hips. His palm holds the stiff length at the ready, angling it back towards his ass and shivering a sigh of satisfaction as he teases the wet, dripping head against his hungry hole. It flexes and quivers against the sensation, winking as wet smears up against it.]

[It feels good just to tease like this, to watch Rokurou's face twist up from sensitivity and arousal, and then to watch it as Matoba finally sinks his hips down and takes Ro's cock inside of him, letting the wet head lead the sink deep into heat with a few short, threaded rocks of his hips.]

Well? [He smiles placidly, patient rocking working the daemon's cock inside of him. It didn't take much effort to take Ro's cock anymore, too accustomed to it after two years of this, but the friction of Ro's cock against his already sensitive prostate is sending new jolts through him, too. His cock bobs over Ro's stomach, still wet with spend and twitching the beginnings of its own second wind from the grinding contact inside of him.] Does this feel rewarding enough?

[ And yet, this is what Rokurou likes about him. Proud and unyielding. Clever. Knowing the real line and never quite crossing it. Matoba is a capricious creature that, over the years, Rokurou has come to like too much. Who else would he allow to dress him up in a horrible cat outfit and fuck him with a plug in his ass? Though some would accuse him of being insatiable, the answer is that he would permit very few to possess his body in a way he doesn't expressly permit. It's the same now, while wearing these absurd gloves and allowing Matoba to force his cock into a second erection through sheer will and a hot, sucking mouth.

And fuck, does the man know how to suck his dick. Rokurou would have been happy to get off a second time this way alone, fucking into Matoba's mouth and spilling down his throat. That, however, is not where the exorcist allows this to end. It's ass for ass tonight; he lifts himself and crawls up to straddle, hips raised to align over his cockhead and sink. Greedy, greedy, greedy. Tight heat encompasses his sensitive cock and Rokurou groans again, brows knit in pleasure. ]

You, ah... [ he reaches, paws folding over the small of Matoba's waist, ] It feels like a reward for yourself.

[ Yet the wet daze of the daemon's mismatched eyes and flush staining his cheeks speak a different story. His body clenches, ass tightening around the toy still inside himself, which only serves to turn him on more. Matoba's body has become a home for him; his cock sinks into that familiar clench and begins to move, pounding against sensitive inner walls as Rokurou begins to snap his hips upward. Slowly, but with force so that Matoba feels him.

Once again, one of those fuzzy mitts finds its way to Matoba's cock. Rokurou toys with it, stroking those plush toebeans along the shaft, trying to inspire it to harden. Though, really, he's still hoping Matoba feels some shame from getting a paw-glove handjob. ]

Haha... meow.

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