wingedtiger | OPEN RP POST

[ Yukimura entertains this mental image for three entire seconds before burying his face in his hands twice as hard. ]

No, do you not see?! Biting into it is the best part...!

Is that.

So.

[He opens his mouth to run his tongue over his fangs. Very very slowly.]

[ Yukimura peers through his fingers and -- oh. Oh fuck.

This is pinging his erotic danger kink so hard.

Any reasonable person would be closing their legs, but not Yukimura. ]

Surely... you are bluffing...?

[He was kind of hoping to be taking that dick in the other end, but something in Yukimura's voice makes Masamune's breath catch in his throat. He's had a taste of blood already, after all.]

Who knows? Hearing you talk like that really works up a guy's appetite.

[ Slowly, Yukimura pulls his hands from his face. He's a furious shade of red, but he looks warily intrigued.

Of all things, it's this that's getting his dick hard. ]

Then... perhaps...

[ Yukimura swallows hard. Where is this going? He has no idea, but he wants to find out. ]

You ought to sate that hunger.

[Holy shit, the man's serious. Masamune knows because he can feel the throbbing heat intensify in his palm while a rational human being might find the thought to be a bit of a boner-killer.

Well, Yukimura's never really been 'normal' by any means..,

...and neither has Masamune.

Despite the expressive emotional journey that plays out on his face, he decides he doesn't hate the idea. No, he's very curious as to how far he should take this. To leave his mark there, of all places... That's kind of hot.

At the same time, he doesn't want to damage anything. This would be the worst way to put an end to their night of passionate romance, or worse, any future nights together. It'd be a damn shame to waste a penis like that.

(He is salivating like a hungry beast. Awful.)

So Masamune flings open the rest of the kimono to properly lay Yukimura bare, ducking his head down to consider his approach.]

Edited 2020-01-24 17:43 (UTC)

[...Eh, it'll probably be fine as long as he doesn't draw too much blood. There's still sake left if things turn ugly.

And so he opens his mouth wide and turns his head a little to take Yukimura's cock, sitting the head between his molars and adding pressure, little by little. Just to see what happens.]

[ Yukimura has to wonder for a good few seconds if Masamune's not about to ask him if he's totally crazy (to which Yukimura would have no good reply to, because... dick biting? That's kind of out there). Fortunately, it looks like his equally crazy rival is on board after all.

The pressure on his dick can be felt immediately. He's hyper-aware of it, if anything, because that's his dick that Masamune's got between his teeth. The part of Yukimura's brain that's in charge of self-preservation is shouting at him that this is the world's stupidest idea. His libido, meanwhile, is going "oh, hell yes", and it gets the final say.

Danger is sexy. What else can be said? ]

Had you a sword at my throat... it would feel akin to this! There is no pain, per se, but my entire body is tensed in anticipation...!

[ Especially his dick. That thing is "tensing up", all right. ]

[Well, he can't exactly give more of a response than an emphatic hmmh, but boy is he all ears for Yukimura's perspective. If Masamune had any idea that this was a hidden kink of the young cub's, he would have kept that damn knife close at hand after all!

...in hindsight, how didn't he expect this to end up being a kink for at least one of them...

Encouraged by Yukimura's excitement, he sets his fangs just beyond the edge of the glans and bites harder. Still careful not to draw blood, but it wouldn't take much more pressure at their sharpest points.]

[ EVEN YUKIMURA WOULD HAVE TO SAY NO TO A KNIFE. Maybe it seems like an arbitrary line to draw, but a knife's point -- no pun intended -- is to cut. At least where teeth are concerned they can stick to toeing that line.

And toeing it they are. It has to speak to Yukimura's sheer trust in Masamune that he's not only letting him bite his dick, but letting him bite harder.

Yukimura's body wants to shudder in arousal, but sudden movements feel like a bad idea. ]

Masamuneeeee...!

[ But that energy has to go somewhere, so he groans Masamune's name. (And the novelty of calling him just 'Masamune' has not even begun to wear off.) ]

The sense of danger is overwhelming... Just how I like it!!

[So Yukimura can trust a Dragon's teeth but not his mastery over his own claws? After all their fights...

The important thing is that Yukimura's opened his eyes to exactly how exhilarating a little risk can be, and hearing that confirmed for him out loud makes Masamune's cock throb in anticipation. ...Hearing his name drawn out like that does a lot for him too, naturally.

He wants to much to keep pushing and see just where Yukimura's boundaries are, or if they'd get so caught up in eachother they'd enjoy every second of their mutually assured destruction. Masamune's got enough control to know that's not the best plan (RIGHT NOW) but his blood's pumping red-hot and getting him charged up to- to do something. It would be a battle, normally. He'd like a little danger for himself.

Fuck it. He can't take it slow anymore.

He pulls off Yukimura's cock, his voice raw and husky. There's endless hunger and challenge behind the eye that locks onto Yukimura's.]

Lube it up.

[ Masamune is free to put a knife to his own dick if he wants to convince Yukimura to give that a go...

(And then they start playing Knife Dick Chicken or something.)

Yukimura can't refrain from groaning in frustration as Masamune removes his teeth. Sure, it would be anti-climactic to finish now, but he was really getting into this!!

But that look of hunger and challenge keeps Yukimura from feeling the frustration long.

Time for the lube. ]

...Where did it...?

[ Oh, come on, where did the lube go? They finally have some!

Give him a minute. He didn't lose it. He definitely did not lose it, because that would be silly.

Haha... No, he's not sweating at all, don't be absurd.

Um.

--Oh, thank goodness, he found it. ]

AHA!!

[ And he triumphantly raises it into the air, like Link after opening up a chest. Dun dun dun DUUUUN~♪

...

Alright, alright, he'll start lathering his dick up. ]

Edited 2020-01-30 05:27 (UTC)

[Good thing Yukimura found it when he did, because Masamune was getting impatient to the point of... well. Definitely not taking it slow and romantic, which would ruin the whole point of everything he bothered to set up tonight!

He's still not interested in wasting any more time. Anything else, like asking Yukimura how he got the jar to hover over his head like that for a second there, can wait until they're both good and satisfied. So, a long while.

While Yukimura takes care of business, Masamune dips a finger into the oil to smear along his buttcrack. He reclines as he does so, spreading his legs to further entice Yukimura.]

Come on, do it. Yu - ki - mu - ra...

[ What, you don't levitate objects after finding them, Masamune?

'Entice' doesn't quite cover what he's doing to Yukimura. That pose is bad enough (which is to say, fantastic, A+, real fucking good, deserving of being immortalized on paper -- so on and so forth), so never mind how hearing his name punctuated like that is making him feel. His given name.

He's aware that he's probably going to have to remind himself that it's tender lovemaking they're going for. He'll want to fuck Masamune senseless if he forgets. ]

Already I'm certain of how mightily my self-control shall be tested...!

[ He crawls on top of Masamune and, despite the concerns of three seconds ago, pauses to just take in the image of Date Masamune sans eyepatch. He knows perfectly well what Masamune thinks of his scars, but where Masamune sees something loathsome in his own reflection, Yukimura sees something beautiful in its own right.

Of course it's caused Masamune untold suffering. Of course, he wishes Masamune never endured that suffering.

But that scar is there and it's not going away, and the least anyone on this planet can do is give Masamune a reason to hate it a little less.

Yukimura presses a kiss to the scar on Masamune's face.

Slow and deliberate and lingering. ]

Your face is most handsome when I can see the whole of it. You are breathtaking, Masamune.

[ He could stare at him forever.

Of course, if he tried to, Masamune would wonder if he were in some kind of weird trance or something. And so.

With a cock that has actually been lubed for the first time in this, well, timeline, Yukimura steadily, carefully begins to push inside. He won't try going all the way right off the bat. He's trying for romantic lovemaking here, and to get hasty is to get rough. ]

Yeah, yeah, you're just flattering me now.

[He says that, but really, he's delighted to hear those sweet words. If a charming young man gave a girl flowers and told her she was pretty, she'd probably make the very same expression Masamune's wearing now. There are few he can trust to look upon his bare face without pity or disgust. Fewer still who openly love it. Masamune wouldn't mind being stared at for at least a little longer.

But getting to the ~sexual healing~ is pretty good, too. He puts one arm behind his head, watching Yukimura's expression fondly. His brow furrows and his lips circle around soft sighs.]

That's it... that's good, Yukimura.

[Now that lube has finally come into play, things are going smoothly enough for Masamune to really feel Yukimura's cock and how it fills him, and he murmurs wordless satisfaction.

When he decides it's at a fine starting point, he lifts his arms toward Yukimura and makes beckoning gestures with his fingers.]

C'mere, loverboy.

[ He got Masamune to blush like a maiden!! Victory!!

Yukimura's expression is focused, and he doesn't take his eyes off of Masamune. He's taking in every detail on Masamune's face, savoring that warm, satisfied look. What a gorgeous man, his rival.

That's good, Yukimura.

That fills his heart and makes him hot.

Masamune beckons, and Yukimura responds. Without allowing himself to get hasty, Yukimura sets a languidly-paced rhythm. He lowers his head, his forehead brushing against Masamune's. ]

Mm... Masamune...

[ He just wants to meld into him. ]

I am... beginning to better appreciate the value in taking one's time.

Hah... It's not so bad to take it slow once in a while.

[An affirmation as much as it is a reminder to himself. When Yukimura's looking at him like he's all there is to see, even with the view offered by the special room, how can Masamune not want to be ravished all at once?

He cups the back of Yukimura's neck and lifts his head to kiss him again and again between breathy words.]

The night'll fade eventually... so I want to take the time and... build a memory that never will.

[His legs curl loosely around Yukimura's waist, tracing up his spine with an unexpectedly(?) soft heel.]

[ Ohh, this is new. A way to be kept close that hadn't crossed Yukimura's mind before. He likes that soft touch against his spine.

He rocks his hips to an unfaltering beat, thinking about how lucky he is. Once again, his lips touch the scar on Masamune's face. ]

Let us recall this night... above all others...

[ Because this night is special even among so many others they've shared. ]

I shall tell you now, again... that I love you.

[Maybe there IS no better way to describe an orgasm of the heart. Masamune's chest aches with unfathomable adoration that sends warmth and pleasant chills through his entire body.

It's embarrassing for a Dragon to be undone by such simple words. But here he is.]

...Thanks.

[For saying so. For meaning it. For allowing Masamune to love him right back.

He tilts his own hips to easily match Yukimura's rhythm, yearning to take him as deep as he possibly can. The closest they can be to becoming one being.

And he murmurs Yukimura's name to himself again and again, holding him close.]

[ He hears that 'thanks' and all of the meaning it carries, and it's impossible not to smile.

Yukimura thrusts in as deep as he can while taking care not to get too swept up in the moment. It takes a fair amount of self-control keep the loving tender; after all, lube helps, but it only goes so far. The friction and Masamune's murmurs of his name are testing him, and the cool fresh air against his skin tells him he's starting to sweat.

He grabs one of Masamune's hands and threads their fingers together. He wants all the contact he can get. ]

Is this how -- you envisioned it? Making love... that is.

[ If this is going to be something they remember forever, he wants to make sure he's doing it right. ]

[There's something so- endearingly innocent about asking that during the act itself, and Masamune has to laugh. Ah, he can really feel Yukimura when he does.]

Mmhm... Something's missing.

[It's not that he dislikes it. Besides their positions being reversed, this is about how it looked in his fantasies.

But he knows himself, and he knows Yukimura. He knows slow and steady just doesn't suit them.

He squeezes Yukimura's hand tightly.]

You're holding back.

[ Yukimura offers him a slightly puzzled look. ]

Yes? That's -- is that not how this works?

[ Curse his relative lack of experience!

But he can't deny it's driving him a little crazy keeping this measured pace. ]

No, I... understand. For us, "love-making" must... encompass more.

[ He squeezes Masamune's hand back.

All right, he can make this work. He can stop holding back and keep the romantic atmosphere.

Their location has set the perfect mood, so it'll be that much easier.

Yukimura breathes in deep and begins to gradually pick up the pace. ]

[Oh, thank fuck. Masamune isn't sure he'd have had the patience to explain things with a dick up his ass

The most romantic way he can think about the situation, clearly.

He lets his head fall back with a pleased groan, and his free hand alternates between rubbing and grabbing at Yukimura's shoulder.]

Now you're getting it... Show me your passion...! Do whatever you want most when I, ah, say I love you, Yukimura.

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1/2

2/4 I lied

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i can't fucking believe this thread

I SURE DIDN'T THINK IT WOULD TAKE THIS TURN AND HERE WE ARE

these characters can't behave and neither can we

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you want slow and romantic you're getting slow and romantic

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