wingedtiger | OPEN RP POST

[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... ]

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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. ]

[Yukimura's the one who came riding in with his tits out from the get-go. If Masamune's a succubus, what does that make him? ~~the one getting the succ.~~

Hearing it makes Masamune pleased as punch every time. The kind of pleased that deserves to be punched, that is. Mouth curved into a wide smug kitty smirk and all. He scoots closer, seating himself between Yukimura's legs, his fingers brushing over the scar he left. It's still bleeding, but that's fine.]

Take it easy. Here I wanted to try going nice and slow, but if you tell me something like that it's going to get me revved up in no time, too.

[Like he isn't already. Yukimura does it to him every time.

He steals a quick kiss... aaand the opportunity to pat Yukimura's crotch for curiousity's sake.]

[ Yukimura's too much of a furry not to love that smug kitty smirk. And how fortunate for them that blood is more of a turn on than a turn off.

He makes a little noise in the back of his throat as Masamune makes crotch contact. He's actually only a little bit hard, though.

His dick doesn't have an automatic 'full power' button, okay! Seductress Masamune is incredibly hot, but he needs more stimulation! ]

Taking it slowly is what suits the atmosphere we have cultivated...! I -- would like to make love to you, Masamune. Just as you said!

[ Yukimura, please don't forget that this is an open patio, and that your voice carries. ]

[The whole damn town was going to end up hearing them anyway, open air or not. But to hear that-!

Masamune freezes, then turns his blind side to Yukimura, biting the inside of his cheek hard.]

[ Immediately, he wonders if that was the wrong thing to say. Just as quickly, he discards the notion. This is Masamune. Unlike Yukimura, emotional vulnerability is difficult for him to deal with. ]

Masamune... Please do not hide your expression from me.

[The wrong thing to YELL, most certainly. He's still got a reputation to keep around here! It helps keep the boys in line if they can think he's at least a little scary!]

I'm doing you a favour. It would be a shame if the novelty wore off on my supposed cute side so soon.

[ Can't hear you over the sound of shouting about making love!!! ]

What you say makes sense, and yet I cannot shake the feeling I will appear foolish if I take you at face value...

[That's your secret, captain. You always appear foolish.]

Mm... don't worry about it. [That blush is BACK UNDER CONTROL. He turns again to slip his arms around his neck, curving his body against Yukimura's.]

What were you saying? -No, show me...

[ Lucky for Yukimura that he can turn foolishness into moe appeal!

He answers by cupping Masamune's face and drawing him into a kiss -- passionate, but tender. Yukimura may not be the most well-versed man in the world where romance is concerned (until recently, he would hastily skim through even the tamest of romantic scenes in books), but he knows what feels right.

When he draws back, he doesn't pull back far at all. Masamune's lone eye catches his attention. ]

...Only now do I notice that your pupil is slit, just like the eye of a dragon....!

[ And now that he's noticed it, he's captivated by it. It's so cool! ]

[It's cool until the light shifts they start to dilate, then it's just creepy as hell.

Masamune blinks that big ol' lizard eye a few times. It's not like he can really verify that for himself right now, and he tends to avoid eye contact with his own reflection.

But he's seen the same eyes glaring at him from elsewhere.]

Huh... is that so. Good to know I'm still fierce as ever, even at a time like this.

[The gaze of a dragon must be truly terrible, then. And that doesn't bother Yukimura?]

[ Even he didn't realize?

...Well. Even clueless Yukimura can imagine why Masamune might not examine his own reflection too closely. He's seen for himself how much the loss of one eye has impacted him.

Yukimura shakes his head. ]

A slit pupil alone is not enough to make one's gaze fierce. There must be ferocity behind it. And at a time like this... there is no such thing.

[He entertains a brief thought about turning the ferocity on, but the mood's been so well set he'd hate to ruin it now. Maybe next time.

Tenderly he leans his cheek into Yukimura's palm, resisting the urge to close his eyes in comfort so he can keep looking into his rivalover's.]

What do you see, then?

[He can't recall anyone speaking kindly of his eyes. Huh.]

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I see melancholy, brought on by the subject at hand.

[ With his thumb, he rubs gentle circles into Masamune's skin. ]

But more than that, I see affection, and warmth, and trust. Deeper still, I see reflected in that eye a soul that is noble... that harbors a love for a land and a people, and that carries a most worthy ambition.

And I see myself, and I am gladdened to be reflected in your eye. To be seen by you... has brought me the greatest happiness.

[...This fucking guy.

This beautiful, earnest, hopeful, kind, valiant, unbreakable guy. The kind of guy who could only come around once every hundred years, if even that.

The only man whose words reflect his heart just as clearly as his actions.

Masamune's just as glad to be looked at so lovingly by Yukimura. To see himself in those eyes that see through him without judgment. And it's good that Yukimura can read his eye so well, because he can't find the words to describe the light feeling in his heart. Which is kind of shameful, considering.

After a long moment he lets out a quiet 'hah' and runs a hand through his hair.]

Funny you should mention seeing yourself... Those are the kinds of things that you caught my eye with in the first place.

[Perhaps not so much ambitious, but steadfast in his cause nonetheless. Close enough.

Masamune hesitates before finally pulling his eyepatch off and casting it aside. That, he decides, should say everything.]

[ What he sees in Masamune, Masamune sees in him.

What a beautiful thing that is. Hearing Masamune say that makes him so happy, but it's nothing compared to the intense emotion that washes over him when he watches Masamune cast his eyepatch away.

The shield that protects him from judgment, from shame.

But there is nothing to be ashamed of. He must know that.

He trusts Yukimura with this scar and all the pain it represents, and what this means to Yukimura cannot be overstated.

He looks at Masamune head-on. At his slit-pupil dragon's eye, and at the scar where a right eye once was. Yukimura's own eyes are wide and shiny. Everything he's feeling threatens to overwhelm him, and he hardly knows what to do with himself.

Masamune cast away his eyepatch. ]

Masamune...!

[ The words won't come. What can he say that will do justice to the gravity of this?

All at once, he knows what to do. He, too, will speak with his actions.

Yukimura kisses the scar. ]

[Even if this isn't the first time Yukimura's seen the scar, Masamune is no less impressed and mystified by his lack of revulsion even when such a sight is sprung on him without warning. If Yukimura's heart can truly hold the love to make up for every soul who won't accept this wretched weakness, this humanity hidden beneath dragon scales, then his capacity for it must be without limit.

The kiss is so gentle on his flesh but powerful enough to send a tremor down his spine, enough to make him feel like he's falling, or perhaps flying. Tonight he really has laid himself completely bare for Yukimura; from his scar to his honest words to the very blood that runs through him. What a concept. He wonders if he somehow had a few more cups of sake without even realizing it.

But he doesn't regret this. Never will. He tightens his hold around Yukimura's shoulders and assaults his cheek and chin and lips with a flurry of kisses, and then tumbles backwards to pull him down with him. Fuck, he's in love. He loves his rival so damn much he could run to the balcony's edge and scream it to the whole town.

-But he doesn't, because that would ruin his image.

This cute side is all for Yukimura.]

[ He's certain he's never seen Masamune this affectionate before. Seeing the rarest sides of Date Masamune appears to be the theme of the evening, and he will cherish every minute of it. ]

Uaaah!

[ He pulled them both down! Yukimura didn't expect that!! And it's so unexpected, so endearing, that as Yukimura lands on top of him, he starts to laugh, nuzzling his head into Masamune's chest. What a wonderful man. ]

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