wingedtiger | OPEN RP POST

[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.

[ New theme for orgasm denial: nobody comes until a random topic is properly, thoroughly explained. Let's start with quantum mechanics!

Anyway.

Is there anything Yukimura is better at than showing his passion? Certainly not. But 'whatever you want most' is such a difficult thing to determine. What does he want to do most? There are so many things he could do. How to choose?

I love you, Yukimura.

That's what he wants to hear the most. It doesn't solve his conundrum, but it's nice to have figured out.

Despite how hard he's thinking, he's not letting up in the slightest. This is starting to resemble some of their previous escapades now. The tender approach has its merits, but this does feel most natural. ]

Do what... I want most...

[ Is he overthinking this? He could be.

Yes... he's sure he is.

If he clears his mind and thinks with his heart instead, the answer emerges. ]

Being with you... is already what I want most!!

[God, that's adorable.

And not at all what Masamune meant.

Forget gagtags-- Masamune actually does shove his hand right into Yukimura's face, because even though he's the one who was determined to have a sweet romantic evening, there's only so much schmaltz he can take at a time.

...He still laughs a little, despite himself.]

Hold on, help get my legs up over your shoulders-- there... mm, like that. Now come here.

[Maybe he'll get the picture if Masamune leads by example, by pulling Yukimura into a deep kiss and slowly pressing and grinding his body up against his, going for as much skin-on-skin contact as he can possibly manage. Going for even more than that.]

[ Yukimura protests upon suddenly having Masamune's hand in his face. He's being sincere, dammit!!

He'll follow Masamune's example, but he is pouting. Like a mature person who is in the middle of having sex. ]

I answered in -- the most honest way, Masamune...

[ He's thrusting and grumbling at the same time. ]

[Somewhere between the huffs of exertion there is one that sounds a little more indignant.]

The idea... was to be honest with... your body... hahh, there, there-!

Then... say that... to begin with!!!

[ And now Yukimura's indignant too. The good news is, this is all getting channeled into raw animal lust.

The surefire strategy to getting him to Fuck Real Hard is to rile him up. ]

I thought you fi-- ahh, fuck!-- finally understood- my intent--

[It's hard to keep grumbling when it feels this good, though. His knees squeeze Yukimura's head between them, and he bites down on his lip to muffle a groan.

Oh well, who cares about soft and slow anyway? It's just not them.]

Evidently... there was a... mis - com - mun - i - ca - tion!

[ Yes, that six syllable word is punctuated by thrusts.

Don't think too hard about how this sentence works in Japanese.

And after he says it, he doesn't even think he's annoyed anymore, but he keeps up the pace it got him to easily. Even in the heat of the moment he has to consider the effect a little frustration has on him in the bedroom. This burst of energy feels pretty damn good coupled with Masamune's fractured words, and the way he's got Yukimura's head between his knees. They're entertwined so closely, and Yukimura wants to be closer still, Tiger and Dragon entangled and inseparable.

He's close in the other sense too. ]

Masamune-- you-- drive me mad...!!

Hah! And you... make me crazy like-- nobody-- else-- Sssaaanadaaa Yuuukiiimurrraaa--!!

[Sorry, Yukimura, but it feels natural to throw the whole name out there when there's that element of friendly aggression in the air now. And the current of static that makes Masamune's hair fluff out even when damp with sweat.

The position means he's practically bent in half and feeling Yukimura's thrusts to their deepest, just as planned, but he needs more. He needs Yukimura, Yukimura, Yukimura...! He clutches blindly, desperately at Yukimura's back, raking long red stripes the tiger will wear well.

It can't end this soon, but it's so good...! He grits his teeth stubbornly. Time for the hard choices in life.]

W-wait... Wait, stop!

[ He's clashed with Masamune so many times that the crackle of static electricity gives him goosebumps, bringing to mind all those intimate battlefield exchanges of words and wounds.

Wounds -- not unlike the marks Masamune is leaving behind as he claws into his skin. The pain registers as pleasure.

Then suddenly Masamune tells him to stop, and the effect is akin to being jolted awake from a wonderful dream. Yukimura stops, a confused look on his face. Masamune seemed like he was enjoying this so much! ]

Haaah... Masamune? What is the matter?

[He holds up a finger to signal Yukimura to let him wait and take a few breaths first. Ugh, stopping while he was that into it is brutal! He's a fool!]

I'm going to clear up our little... misunderstanding. Hah. Let's switch. [He pats the floor next to him, invitingly.]

[ Yukimura's got no objections to that. His dick is objecting a little, maybe, because he really was having a great time fucking Masamune... but what kind of madman would he be if he turned down getting fucked by Masamune?

So it's only with some regret that Yukimura pulls out and settled down on the floor beside Masamune. ]

--All right. Let everything be thoroughly understood.

[ Thoroughly. ]

[This was all his idea and Masamune's body still feels like it's being cheated as Yukimura leaves him empty. He didn't realize just how close he was cutting it, there...

He sits up with a strained noise and takes a glance around for where the oil's gotten to. Not far. Good.]

Face the other way... trust me on this.

[It takes no time at all for Masamune to oil himself up and get all nestled in behind Yukimura. Two slicked fingers wriggle firmly up against Yukimura's hole, but not inside. Just a little extra lubing.

Masamune lifts Yukimura's leg a bit and now it's his cock against that ass, desperate to feel his tight heat around it. He hopes Yukimura's feeling just as needy for him.]

Are you ready?

[ Face the other way? All right, he can do that. He flips himself over, resting his front half on his forearms, his ass in the perfect position for Masamune to do whatever the hell he wants with it. He assumes Masamune's going to finger-fuck him, but no, he's just applying more lube. He feels a bit like he's being teased, even if Masamune's actually just being considerate here. He needs to exercise some patience, here.

Then it's Masamune's cock he feels, and all thoughts of patience immediately go right out the window. ]

Need you even ask?!

[ GET THAT TIGER TAIL ]

[God! Fucking! Damn it!!

If Masamune weren't equally as impatient and so dead set on his romantic notions, he really would love to tease Yukimura a little more. See how much he can rile him up before he breaks. Catch a tiger, start to blow, when he hollers, let it go...

Masamune shivers and buries his face in Yukimura's neck. He adjusts his hold on Yukimura's leg and smoothly sinks himself inside, getting halfway in a single motion. Just going to give the both of them a few seconds, here.]

There we go... You feel so good, Yukimura.

[His arms wrap around Yukimura's chest as he spoons snugly against him and starts off a few shallow thrusts.]

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