wingedtiger | OPEN RP POST

Good! I'd just plain old be offended if you went and forgot after I put all this together for you.

[Will they remember it as birds flitting about together in the next life? He wonders. Will a more peaceful existence still give them reason to meet?

He rests his head against Yukimura's shoulder this time. Whatever happens, he wants to remember this moment of peace. The warmth of a pulse beneath his touch that isn't in rapid decline; explosions of bright colour and wonder that aren't followed by screams and the stench of charred earth. Being able to hold an enemy as a lover instead.

He brushes Yukimura's long hair aside to kiss at the back of his neck, slow and delicately.]

[ Yukimura's whole body shivers with the kiss. He likes when they do it rough -- of course he does -- but nothing suits right now better than gentle intimacy. He tilts his head to give Masamune better access. ]

I am thankful... no, I am far more than thankful. I fear that words alone will fail to convey the depths of my gratitude, and how much this evening means to me.

[ The view and the fireworks are splendid, but the most wonderful part is that Masamune wanted to share these things with him. ]

Fortunately for you, I've never cared much for words alone. [And yet he loves poetry...] But I know the heart behind them well enough to believe in them.

[Even if he can be naive at times when it comes to the harsher realities of the world (less so these days, though that's a mixed blessing), Yukimura's conviction in his own feelings has always been strong and pure. Though it may be embarrassing to hear, Masamune can still listen to Yukimura speak of love and know he'll act on it without hesitation, for better or for worse.

He isn't someone who'd flee from his responsibilities and then have the gall to try to tell others how to care for the people and land that they love.

Masamune traces his fingertips along Yukimura's nape, from his hairline to the ridges at the base of his neck and back again.

And then he stands.

Because within this room (within practically every room) is a decorative display of blades, of which Masamune takes the smallest and regards the gilded sheath thoughtfully.]

[ Yukimura savors every warm admission, every tender touch Masamune has to offer. He loves this. He loves him.

Where would they be now if Yukimura hadn't faced his own heart and realized his feelings? To think that he could have missed out on this...

But they're here now, and that's what matters.

Yukimura watches Masamune with curiosity as he stands and examines one of the decorative blades.

(Of course he has all these decorative blades on display. Peak Masamune decoration.) ]

What are you thinking?

[Peak Masamune decor is the gold leafed sliding screen door with the phoenix, or a steaming dragon arena carved into the mountainside, come on. This is Masamune Lite. Even if the display does hold six blades.]

I'm thinking... it's well past time we started carrying a physical reminder of this moment as well.

[ OKAY, TRUE. BUT STILL. THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT HE EXPECTS OF MASAMUNE'S DECORATING.

Yukimura's expression grows yet more curious, but with a touch of understanding. ]

Carving the memory into our skin... That is what you mean?

[ ~~Sounds kinky.~~ ]

Atta boy.

[He makes his way back over to Yukimura, slowly drawing the knife from its case. He turns it to reflect the light from oil lamps and distant fireworks both.]

The scars from our battles are ones I look upon with pride and- yeah, you could say love. ...I'd just as gladly shed blood for times like these if it meant I could summon that same feeling anytime, any place.

[ When Masamune describes it that way, Yukimura is certain he's on board with this. No matter what might happen in the future, that eternal physical reminder of this moment, of their bond, would ground him. Give him the strength to persevere.

And even in quiet and peaceful times, just glancing at that mark would remind him of Masamune, and this wonderful night. ]

I understand... And I, too, want what I am feeling right now -- these feelings I harbor for you -- to be etched into this body of mine.

[When words don't do their passion justice, their bodies will speak for them. That is how it's always been with them. A man who is unwilling to shed blood for his beliefs is a liar anyway.

Masamune tilts his chin slightly in gratitude and appreciation, the softest of all smiles on his lips. Of course Yukimura understands.

He sits before Yukimura and draws one of his knees up, sliding his kimono up and aside in a purposefully sultry way. Of course. He slides his hand over the inside of his exposed thigh and the neat lines of pledges already made.

(Guess whose scars match most of them. Guess.)]

Then it's only right that you're the one to wound me.

[something something kizuna / kizu na wordplay god damn it

MORE IMPORTANTLY, he's holding the knife out with both hands, all nice and proper. Amazing.]

[ Yukimura takes the knife as if he's accepting a treasure. ]

It is my honor.

[ He feels no jealousy as he looks at the scars Masamune has already accumulated. Loving one person doesn't mean you can't love another one too. That truth has become all the more real to him as of late.

Carefully, and with great focus, he presses the blade's edge to an unmarked part of Masamune's inner thigh, and draws a clean line across. ]

[Despite being purely decorative, the steel is still sharp enough that it slices right through Masamune's skin without resistance or pain. It almost seems not to have left a mark at all, until blood rushes up to cover the blade's path.

He whistles like absolute fucking madman he is.]

Nice one, Yukimura...

[ The praise carries even more weight with Masamune calling him by name. Yukimura looks at his handiwork with satisfaction. It will scar beautifully. ]

This is the proof of our entwined fates, written in blood.

[ Yukimura follows Masamune's example, pulling back the fabric of his kimono to reveal his inner thigh -- devoid entirely of scars and pledges -- and offers back the knife with both hands. ]

Leave your mark, Masamune.

[He takes the blade back just as delicately and reaches out to run his hand along Yukimura's thigh. Even relaxed like this, it feels sturdy and powerful. Thighs that could crush a man's skull. Thighs that could flip an entire horse.

Unmarred thighs waiting for Masamune to be the first to stake his claim, leave his presence right where any future lovers will see he's already been. Of course that's all just as appealing to a man like him as the romantic intent behind it.

He slices swiftly and effortlessly as if he were using one of his own claws, deep enough to last but avoiding major arteries; tis is not what he had in mind for the day they finally kill eachother.]

This proof of our passion'll last just as long as our bodies do, and tge memory even longer.

[He resheaths the knife and leans aside to set it as far as he can reach. Good enough. He doesn't want to get up again.]

[ Yukimura watches the blood rise to the surface, fascinated and moved. ]

I will bear this scar with the utmost pride.

[ And there is a thrill in the thought of carrying a mark that proves beyond a shadow of a doubt what he is to Masamune, and what Masamune is to him.

Who knew how romantic a wound could be? ]

When you invited me here, had you already planned for us to exchange these vows?

[ ~~Like how he's planned the lube.~~ ]

Humm... I've thought about it before, from time to time.

[A familiar warmth rises to his cheeks as he admits that, but he looks away to make a grab for the sake bottle before he has to hear Yukimura call him cute again. He trickles some over the cut in his leg and sucks in a breath at the sting.]

But the moment never felt quite right until now, that's all.

[ It makes his heart all the fuller knowing Masamune's had this on the mind for some time now. ]

As I consider the past... I believe that there has been no better time than now, when we have put these feelings into words, and have begun to address one another more intimately.

[ Also, Masamune better share that sake. ]

[Of course. He'll even do the honours, carefully pouring drink over Yukimura's thigh and watching it run pink. Feels familiar.]

Ha. I still prefer to let my actions do the talking, but maybe saying it out loud from time to time isn't a bad way to mix things up.

[His gaze flicks up to Yukimura's face. There are still certain physical acts he very much did plan, and they're coming to mind now with so much bare flesh on display.]

[ There is something oddly familiar about that, but Yukimura just can't place it. Maybe he's reminded of a dream he might have had...? ]

At times, it is good to underscore actions with words. You can be certain then that you have conveyed your thoughts to the utmost!

[ As for what's coming to Yukimura's mind...

Not much. ]

For instance... I sense that you have something in mind, but I know not what it is!

[ Oh, for Christ's sake, Yukimura, read the room. ]

[ BOI. ]

[Masamune hangs his head for just a moment. Maybe Yukimura's right. He can't read Masamune's mind like Kojuro can. Now that he's more on board with this emotional openness thing, there's no point in playing it cool.

The last of the fireworks fizzle away into the night, and the silence between the echoing explosion and the festivities starting back up is almost crushing.

Masamune leans in close to Yukimura's ear.]

Make love to me, Yukimura.

[SOMETHING MYSTERIOUS tumbles out of his sleeve and into Yukimura's lap. Maybe he can still be a little bit coy about it.]

[ O-oh, that's what Masamune is thinking about. Yukimura feels a bit foolish for being so oblivious.

The way Masamune phrased it, though: make love to him. That conjures mental images that are somewhat different than the previous times they've had sex. Gentler images of slow and tender intimacy.

Yukimura's happy to give this change of pace a try. What would suit tonight any better than lovemaking, anyway? ]

Let us--

[ Then the MYSTERIOUS SOMETHING drops right into his lap. He picks it up and regards it with interest. ]

--Ah? What is inside of this?

[ They've never used it, so... he doesn't know... ]

Edited 2020-01-15 20:05 (UTC)

Something else I've been meaning to bring up.

[He leans back on his hands and grins lopsidedly.]

A bit of oil should help things go a little more smoothly than usual.

[ He wants to say he's not afraid of a little pain, and that he knows Masamune isn't either, but making love, as it were, is probably supposed to involve as little pain as possible. ]

How wise of you to think ahead! I had never considered making use of a lubricant.

[ And no one is surprised. ]

Then, I am to apply this onto myself? How much is required?

[Hold on, just who's going to end up getting balls-deep, here...

Ah, who is he kidding. Of course they'll both get a turn or five.]

Just enough to coat it should work fine. [He makes a suggestive hand motion in the air. Yeah, no hesitation at all when it comes to this side of things.] But what do you say we make sure you're nice and hard first?

[He opens his kimono further, letting it bunch around his arms like a well-practiced seductress.]

[ IT'S A BEAUTIFUL NIGHT FOR MARATHON SEX.

How come a suggestive hand motion is still enough to make Yukimura blush? Some things never change.

--Masamune sure knows how to work a kimono. Yukimura doesn't even bother trying to hide the eyeful he's giving him. ]

I do not think it will take long, if this is your approach...

[ Never mind a seductress, Masamune is succubus-tier.

If you're asking Yukimura, anyway. ]

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