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[worldbent]

[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.]

[swordhardy]

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?

[worldbent]

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?

[swordhardy]

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. ]

[worldbent]

[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]

[swordhardy]

[ 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?

[worldbent]

[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?

[swordhardy]

[ 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.