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[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.