wingedtiger | OPEN RP POST

Too bad it was never my intention to ask permission!

[Just like that, the One-Eyed Dragon has arrived.

GUNS: ON

PARTY: READY

CLAWS: OUT

Good luck forcibly removing him from the premises. When he's got his sights on something, there's no stopping him, but isn't that stubbornness what Yukimura loooves?

How much can he still love it when, for once, Masamune isn't after the thrill of the fight? Instead of his usual battle frenzy, Masamune seeks to make every blow count; he's not going to waste any time matching Yukimura's blows when he'd rather have his blades meet cloth and armour. He's gone from a proud Dragon showing off to a viper striking with lethal intent. ]

[ Masamune's approach is wickedly precise, exclusively honing in on his weak spots. The flashiness of their normal bouts is gone, replaced with a chilly efficacy. His brain and heart both expected a different kind of battle, and now he's struggling to adjust, anticipating blows that aren't coming and eating the ones that are.

He shifts gears and goes on the defensive, but it's too late by then. His knee buckles and he hits the ground. ]

Agh...

[Oh, poor fool. Yukimura should know better than to go up against Masamune when he's on a quest for vengeance. And this time, Kojuro isn't around to save him.

But Masamune isn't driven by hatred this time, and Yukimura isn't just some roadblock-- he's the finish line, he's always been the goal to strive for, and this time he drinks in every second of this victory. The sting of each ragged breath in the back of his throat, the way Yukimura looks on his knees. The intoxicating rush of knowing that he very well could end it all right here and now, take Yukimura's head and let the whole world see his greatest treasure.

He wonders if Yukimura feels that same pulse-pounding exhilaration he sparked in Masamune, now that the tables have turned.

He sheathes his claws in one cool fluid motion and grabs Yukimura by the hair to turn his head and make sure he's looking him right in the eye.]

[ There's no denying it: Masamune came back with a vengeance and obliterated him. The radical change in tactics completely threw Yukimura off guard. It's brilliant, honestly, the way he channeled that ruthlessness within him while remaining so deliberate in his actions. This is why the One-Eyed Dragon is a man to be respected and feared.

When he catches his breath, he means to voice this - but Masamune doesn't give him the chance to do either. He grunts in pain, but he meets Masamune's eye.

His heart is thumping in his chest.

Is this the day Masamune takes his head? He's earned his victory, earned his trophy.

If that is so, so shall it be.

No one may else may have this privilege.

His adrenaline skyrocketing, Yukimura's gaze does not waver. ]

[Fuck, he wants to. His fingers itch to hold a sword, feel the barest trace of resistance a fraction of a second before steel cuts effortlessly through flesh. He too has the heart of a warrior, after all.]

You see? I told you I wasn't going to play around this time... are you just as serious about accepting defeat?

[His warrior's heart will break the day he does kill Yukimura. But it won't be on Yukimura's own damn invitation.]

[ Yukimura's voice comes out sounding rough, but there's no doubt or hesitation in his answer. ]

I am.

[ The look in his eyes is intense -- even grave.

Do not hesitate, it seems to say. ]

[It's a look that sends a chill down Masamune's spine. Intense and haunting but not unpleasant. No, not at all.

He keeps his fingers entangled in Yukimura's hair, free hand reaching across his body. As though hypnotized in the piercing gaze of the tiger, Masamune's fingers do brush over the hilt of a sword...

...before pulling back to undo his sash and the plating around his waist.]

--Huh?

[ The smoldering look in his eyes shifts in to one of confusion.

The sword, he could have anticipated.

Masamune beginning to disrobe? No, that catches him off guard. It's not like Yukimura came out here in a maid outfit once again.

Is claiming victory really going to take this kind of turn? ]

I'm taking my prize. Your head. [Said quietly, but plainly enough as though it were the standard. Who knows, maybe it will be.

He releases Yukimura just long enough to wrest his dick out of his pants and give it a few rough strokes to get himself going. He takes a much bigger fistful of Yukimura's hair this time and harshly tilts his face more to his liking.]

Open up.

You -- you intend to humiliate me?

[ Yukimura grimaces, baring his teeth. It's true, he lost, but Masamune can't be serious. What kind of obscene victory condition is this?! Is he really this angry about having been defeated? ]

Hah! Wouldn't it be more humiliating to brace yourself for the consequences of defeat, only to be let go like it was just a game?

[YEAH, HE MAD.]

Or was that all for show just now?

[What lovely teeth. They could easily become the tools of his demise, and he wants nothing more than to tempt that fate. Masamune hooks a thumb deep into the corner of Yukimura's mouth, trying to pry his jaw open.]

[ Damn it, what does Masamune think he's doing?! Scowling, Yukimura does open up his mouth... to snap at him with those lovely teeth just like an animal would. ]

My conviction is not for show!

[ This tiger is getting all riled up. ]

[Masamune pulls his hand back with a sharp laugh. Nice! Even now, the Tiger's still got some fire in him... if it ends up with a round two, that wouldn't be the worst. But Masamune hasn't given up on his first idea just yet.]

Then I'll be nice and let you choose. I could do it the good old fashioned way - [a gesture to his swords] - or I can do it my way. [A gesture to his... uh... "sword."]

Orrr... you can go back on your word and run away at any time. You just might be able to save yourself some embarrassment if you do it before your men show up.

[ He can accept the defeat conditions, in whatever form they take, or he can run away.

In Option A, he dies. If that were the only condition, he... well, he would accept it. He lost. Masamune can take his head. That's how this works. It's not like death isn't frightening to him - of course it is, he's a human being - but it's something he's willing to face head-on.

Option 2, he sucks Masamune's dick. That's not some terrible thing - it's something he'd do whether or not he were in the position he currently finds himself. But the thought of his men seeing it... he might straight-up die anyway! Embarrassment can probably kill a man! Yukimura's not ruling that out!!

Option 3, he doesn't die, and he doesn't risk being seen getting Masamune off, but the price is his pride. Running away would be an indignity. A stain on his character! No, he doesn't want to live with that shame. Option 3 is ruled out.

So.

He doesn't want to die. He's sure of this.

And because there is another option, he doesn't have to. ]

...I will do things your way. Do not expect me to turn tail, Date Masamune.

[No number of potential onlookers can stop Masamune now. He's had a taste of the risk of discovery and now he's craving it badly. Sorry about your new life as the concubine of a degenerate and a deviant, Yukimura.]

I figured as much.

[If there were still true disgust and shame in Yukimura's eyes, Masamune might have waved it off as a bad joke - the important thing is that he did indeed win the fight. But for now he sees no need to shed light on that.

He smirks and takes Yukimura's face in his hands, turning it back the right way.]

Now suck Daddy's dick.

[ What? What?? What did Masamune just say???

Yukimura's face starts burning up. Is that a thing? That can't be a thing. He should end this right now and incinerate them both. It's the only way to be cleansed.

But he won't. Not just because he said he wouldn't turn tail.

There's something about vulgar it is that's going right to his dick.

Being a deviant is contagious. It must be. ]

...C-completely filthy...

[ Saying this more to himself than anyone else, he grips Masamune's cock with both gloved hands. He's keenly aware of the chaos happening not-so far away. It's not even just his own men he's risking letting see him. Masamune's are here too. Everyone already knows what these two do with each other, but that's worlds away from watching them do it!! He really will look like a concubine!! And he's not prepared to thoroughly examine his thoughts on that right now!! What will he find if he does?!

So instead of thinking about that, he focuses on the... task at hand, so to speak. He opens wide and takes Masamune's cock into his mouth - and then almost immediately gags and has to try again because took too much at once.

You wanted a blowjob from a guy who's never given a blowjob before, Masamune. ]

[Maybe the deviant was inside you all along, Yukimura. Search your feelings. You know it to be true.

--Anyway, Masamune barely has enough time to ham up a sigh of satisfaction before Yukimura goes and gets things off ~~heh~~ to a less than stellar start. So the noise he makes is one of annoyance. As much as it warms his heart to be Yukimura's one and only, he really wouldn't object to the guy getting a little practice in between visits... and it's not like he can tell Yukimura to take it easy or give him advice! He's trying to set a mood here, damn it!

He deliberates for a moment while he watches Yukimura's second attempt like a hawk. The top of someone's head never looked more beautiful. Next time, he'll thread his fingers so lovingly through that hair and murmur soft praise and encouragement. This is not that time. Today he sets his hand at the back of Yukimura's head to keep him nice and steady.]

Take a deep breath. I'll show you how it's done.

[By fucking his pretty little mouth.]

[ Yukimura takes a deep breath and braces himself, because he knows Masamune's not about to go easy on him.

He makes a choked noise in the back of his throat as Masamune starts thrusting into his mouth. He's lucky he can even open up this wide! Yukimura's not thinking about whether Masamune can feel his teeth or what his tongue is doing; he's just trying to focus on breathing through his nose and controlling his gag reflex.

He doesn't really need to worry about giving a good blowjob when Masamune's going ahead and taking what he wants from him. Being used like this is...

...It's really arousing. Masamune's playing rough and by god, he likes it. ]

Mmhm... that's it...

[Keep up the good work letting Masamune do all of it! Even the teeth bumping and dragging along sensitive skin is worth it, so worth it to have Sanada Yukimura completely at his mercy. A pliant fucktoy with his rival's determined face.

He holds himself back just enough to keep from slamming right into the back of Yukimura's throat (that's for when he knows how to take it!), but plunges himself deep enough with each steady thrust to enjoy wet, throaty sounds mixed with Yukimura's efforts to breathe. Masamune closes his eyes and rolls his head back, sighing his satisfaction.]

Ahh, yeah... what do you think, Sanada Yukimura? Enjoying the taste of defeat?

[He's even gracious enough to pull Yukimura's head back so he can answer.]

[ Yukimura inhales deeply as soon as Masamune pulls his head back. He doesn't answer right away so he can catch his breath and wipe off the saliva trailing down his chin. He's listening hard to the sound of battle, too. It hasn't reached them yet... ]

I admit that your terms surprised me... but it is nothing I cannot take...!

[ That's a very neutral way of saying, "I'm enjoying this more than I think I'm supposed to." ]

I can endure anything you have in mind, Date Masamune.

[What he wouldn't give to see that same face coated in jizz. Things to keep in mind for next time. Right now that would be going way too easy on Yukimura after a comment like that. He grunts in approval.]

It wouldn't be as satisfying with anyone who couldn't. That said, I--

[Something explodes just beyond the gates; a man screams as he flies through the air right over their heads. Masamune's entire head moves to track his path until he vanishes behind another wall. Things are getting kind of serious out there, huh...]

...That... said... [He clears his throat and circles around behind Yukimura, keeping one hand on his head.] I fully intend to leave you with enough incentive to try not to lose next time.

[A beat later and he drops down to one knee, shoving his weight against Yukimura as he does to push his face to the ground. Or at least low enough to bring his rear up where it's nice and convenient for Masamune. At least he'll kind of try to push his armour out of the way instead of destroying yet another outfit.]

[ Yukimura can't help but watch the guy fly past them, too. See you, space cowboy...

You've got to be made of sturdy stuff to serve either of these two idiots, so he's probably fine... as well as too occupied with being flung through the air to worry about what Masamune and Yukimura are getting up to.

But it can't be long before the gates burst open and the battle spills over to this area of the castle... ]

I--

[ Yukimura grunts, his chin hitting the dirt before he can properly respond.

Ah, so this is where things are going. He could stand to be a little more surprised, but it's not hard to guess that he'd been trying to goad Masamune on, even if it raised the risk of humiliation that much more. ]

I did try! I would never lose on purpose!

[ Even if the end result is kinky! ]

Oh, I know. That is what I love about you.

[OF ALL TIMES... well, maybe it's the degree of unspoken fantasy to the situation that makes it easier to fling the l-word so casually.

Masamune takes one end of Yukimura's headband, thoughtfully running it between his fingers. Perfect.]

So you understand why I can't let you start wanting to lose now.

[If you want to enjoy it next time, beat me. It's a taunt and a request underlying his every word and by god he hopes Yukimura's catching that drift. At least Masamune's own pride is enough to keep him from inviting defeat, either. That pride makes him take great glee in binding Yukimura's wrists behind his back. The thing about ribbons long enough to flutter so dramatically in the breeze is that they're also long enough to do this without even having to take it off.]

Unless you think the shame of going back on your word is a more fitting punishment.

[He keeps one hand to Yukimura's back, the other teasing the head of his cock along the crack in the guarded rear. Just so there's no mistaking what's going down at Yukimura's confirmation.

ONE MORE FOR THE NO-LUBE COUNT.]

[ HE USES THE L WORD NOW?!

Come to think of it, the first time he said it was during the maid dress escapade. Should he start expecting to hear it when they're in the middle of something involving exhibitionism? Is this the ideal time to get him to say it?!

Yukimura is drawing conclusions from this, that's for sure.

At any rate - he understands perfectly. ]

Next time... I will win.

[ Having his hands bound behind him doesn't damper that determination one bit. ]

I do not go back on my word. So...

[ He shivers from anticipation, trepidation. He knows exactly what he's getting into. ]

Give me your punishment, and it will become fuel for my victory!

Good answer.

[He plunges himself deep inside Yukimura without mercy, making no time for either one of them to ease into it or adjust to the mayo-free burn. Masamune puffs a loud, wet hiss through his teeth with every breath, but he's so much more interested in listening to Yukimura than making any more noise of his own.

Something splashes loudly in the pathetic puddles left in the moat around them. Shit, they're cutting it pretty close. Masamune grunts and redoubles his efforts in getting this over with quickly.]

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