wingedtiger | OPEN RP POST

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.]

[ Worry not, Masamune. There will always be another opportunity to tease Yukimura senseless.

Yukimura groans low in his throat. This is so much different from the last time Masamune fucked him, and it's a hell of a lot better. He likes rough sex, don't get him wrong, and he doesn't regret how that encounter went either -- but who can blame him for preferring the loving consideration that's present here?

You feel so good, Yukimura, god, how is he supposed to last, hearing things like that? Being held close like this? ]

Masamune...! I was -- had been hoping... for this...

[ He grunts and bites his knuckle. Keep it together, Yukimura. ]

It was -- about time.

[ About time they did this properly again. ]

[It's fantastic to hold someone so close to his own size, and so damn warm frim the inside out. Masamune kisses along the side of Yukimura's neck, tracing his jugular up to his ear.]

And you just waited for it?

[On the one hand, it does maybe the payoff all the sweeter, but on the other... Masamune wouldn't object to Yukimura getting a little pushy now and then.

(He'd pretend to put up a LITTLE fuss, but they both know better.)]

[ Yukimura shivers, goosebumps running up his skin. ]

Patience is -- is a virtue! And how I am to choose against -- making love to you?

[ Because come on. It's Masamune. What self-respecting dude-loving-dude says, "nah, I don't think I'll fuck this fine specimen of a man in the ass today" when presented with the opportunity?

(Sasuke, maybe, buuut Yukimura can forgive that.)

But now that this is finally happening... ]

...I... may have been too patient.

Ha! Believe me... it was a tough decision, haaah, to make.

[His hand moves slowly up Yukimura's chest, following the curve of his shoulder and down along his arm... You bet it's time for some more cute hand-holding shit.]

Your dick's incredible, after all.

[His other hand is going to go for that. Just to hold it, for now.]

This is how I want it... next time... you see?

[ He's so weak for hand-holding! It might even be worse (better??) than dick-holding! The latter just makes Masamune a total tease. Such cruelty. ]

Y-yes... Yes! Next time!! I am already eager for it...!

[ Hold your horses, Yukimura. One sex session at a time! ]

Do to me whatever... you want. And ask of me the same. I'll try anything -- with you.

Same goes for me.

[Anything, huh? The possibilities truly are endless. Masamune will think more on this another night.

Why does it always surprise him to think about how much he fucking loves Yukimura? Every time the realization crosses his mind is like the first time all over again, deeply overwhelming and exciting.

It makes him shudder and buck harder against Yukimura, plunging deeper and deeper until he's just grinding their hips right into eachother. He starts fondling Yukimura's cock good and proper, stroking in time with his thrusts.]

I'm-- so... so, close, Yu-- hey, Yukimura, can you see the stars?

[Ideally the fireworks would have been still going, but the night sky isn't bad.]

[ Yukimura is gasping, his whole body shaking. Masamune is so deep inside of him, filling him to brim, and he's all over him, too. Every touch and every movement sends shocks of pleasure through his groin. He's so hard; burning up with need.

All he can feel is Masamune. All he can think about is Masamune, Masamune, Masamune...

He's murmuring Masamune's name without even realizing it. Masamune. No honorifics.

Yukimura and Masamune. Tiger and Dragon. Crimson and azure. Equals and opposites. Rivals and lovers.

Yukimura raises his head. Sweat sticks his hair to his face, but it doesn't block his view of the sky by much. ]

I... see them...

[ This beautiful, clear view that Masamune wanted to show him. ]

They are b-brighter and more -- more radiant than.. I have ever... seen...!

[ He trails off into a whine. He can hardly get the words out; his endurance is near its limit. ]

[If only they shone half as bright as Yukimura's spirit. What a sight that would be.

Masamune would love to say as much, or at least a line about how all he wants to look at right now is Yukimura's face, but somewhere between hearing breathless chanting of his name and feeling the young tiger tremble in his arms, Masamune's completely at a loss for words. Nothing could possibly do justice to what he's feeling when they're merged like this, anyway.

It may be counter-productive to wanting Yukimura to enjoy the view, but Masamune props himself up and turns Yukimura's face towards him to lock them together in a kiss. He wants to fill himself with Yukimura's taste as he fills Yukimura with his own essence, and with a few erratic, forceful thrusts he lets himself come deep inside of him. His body seizes up but he's sure to keep working Yukimura's cock throughout, clumsy as he is about it.]

[ Yukimura answers the kiss clumsily but with enthusiasm. The stars are radiant, but they aren't Masamune. He's barely keeping it together, and that tenuous control unravels all at once as Masamune comes inside of him. Yukimura moans shameless and loud into Masamune's mouth as orgasm rocks him.

His limbs feel like jelly, and Masamune's hand on his cock starts to feel like it's almost too much, but he doesn't breathe a word of complaint. Almost too much, stimulated to the point of pain, perhaps suits him better than anything else. ]

[Fuck yes. The satisfaction of climax and watching Yukimura let himself just break in Masamune's arms? Masamune is in bliss on every level.

Despite that, he doesn't stop until he feels his hand sticky with the evidence of a job well done. Then he finally lets himself slump against Yukimura, gasping for air. The stars he sees when he closes his eye are surely more dazzling than the skies above them. Or maybe it's his soul soaring the heavens right now...

He nudges Yukimura's shoulder to encourage him to roll over for some proper face-to-face cuddling. Masamune never wants to let him go.]

Mm...hmhm. So... What do you think...?

[ Yukimura has to take a solid few seconds to catch his breath before he even thinks about asking his body to do anything that involves movement. Masamune damn near fucked the strength right out of him. The comfy post-coital haze descends upon him like a blanket.

He rolls over onto his back with some degree of effort. He looks up at Masamune with half-lidded eyes and blown pupils. He's warm and sweaty and disheveled and spent, just as if they'd been dueling. ]

...It was... exceptional.

[ His voice comes out breathy and utterly sated.

He'd have hearts in his eyes if this were a hentai doujin. ]

I'll say.

[And he wishes he could say something cooler than that, but until he returns to the realm of the living he just can't manage his usual levels of smug. Surely Yukimura will forgive his lapse in wit.

He sucks his fingers clean without even making a fun little show of it, too impatient to get to the cuddling, which might just be his favourite thing of all. Especially when Yukimura fits so perfectly against or around or into any part of him.

Masamune brushes some of Yukimura's disheveled hair behind his ear and places a kiss to his temple.]

You are perfect, Yukimura.

[ The gears in Yukimura's brain grind to a halt. ]

Wh-wh-what?

[ All he can do is lie there staring wide-eyed at Masamune. ]

I... I take great pride in myself, but I am the furthest thing from... perfect.

[ Even knowing that to be true, he's moved.

Deeply, deeply moved, because Masamune wouldn't say that lightly. ]

Hah, maybe so... but you're constantly bettering yourself. Inspiring others to do the same. Always keeping me on my toes...

[And there's that new movement about the perfection of imperfection and all that.

Masamune yawns and curls up against Yukimura, sleepiness settling over him like a warm blanket. He should probably fetch an actual blanket but even the discarded clothing in arm's reach just seems like too much effort right now.]

I wouldn't want it any other way.

[ Yukimura snuggles in close. Forget blankets; having Masamune right here beside him is all the comfort he needs. ]

...I would not be the person I am now were it not for your influence. Even in my dreams, you are helping me forward.

[ A hellscape littered with blood and bones. A tiger, rotting and matted. Despairing.

A dragon who gave the tiger the strength to keep going. Whose tears washed the rot away. ]

I am starting to understand why you chose not to put these feelings into words. Were I to say one thousand times that I love you, I know not if it would convey the depth of my emotions.

[Even in dreams, huh...

Oddly enough, Masamune feels like he understands it perfectly. For all of the reason and support Masamune would have even without Yukimura, nothing about that kind of future appeals to him. The Dragon and the Phoenix should fly together, weaving light and life through the world, and through eachother.

He strokes Yukimura's hair much in the same way he might sleepily pet a cat. But Masamune's the one who might as well be purring.]

I don't know how many times I could stand to hear it before it just gets embarrassing. I'd rather wake a thousand mornings beside you, no words needed.

[ Purr, kittydragon, purr. ]

I feel much the same... save for the embarrassment.

[ There's nothing embarrassing about expressing your feelings! Yukimura does it all the time, trust him! ]

...If that future is what we both desire, we should make it so. This right here ought not be possible, but we are living it. Why should we not continue to break past the barriers that appear to stand in our way?

[It's such an absurd notion; between political affiliations and plain old geography, there's no way they could realistically do this every day.

Good thing reality doesn't apply to Dragons.]

I like the way you think. [When it comes to this.] Then tomorrow I'll send the old Tiger the news that I'm keeping you.

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