felinguistic | puppysword

[Someone is a very good boy, so he patiently waits at the beginning of the rooming hall where they should meet, standing quietly and formally out of the way.

He doesn't seem embarrassed or nervous, though he does occasionally glance up and down the hall as if he's looking for someone. When Shiraishi appears, he raises his hand a bit in a hail.]

Shiraishi-san.

[ oh. here's someone he wasn't necessarily expecing to see again so soon. hello there.]

Did you forget something earlier?

[He shakes his head.] I was waiting for you. So we could have sex. [He says this so..........earnestly, like it isn't a big deal at all.]

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... ah. ]

Did I zone out through the prediscussion for this or did you decide that all on your own?

It's what I won. [Simple.] I decided on my own. [For once, no brotherly counsel had been involved.] You received a purchase, and I will receive sex.

Is this okay, Shiraishi-san?

[ shiraishi looks up slightly, like he's thinking about something. actually, this could go on for a slightly awkward amount of time but he definitely looks like he's working something out in his head, or weighing the merits of something. ]

I'm surprised you're cashing that favour in so quickly, but it makes things easier for me as well.

[ it's nice to Not Die because you didn't get laid enough to keep the demons happy, right? ]

Fine by me.

[It's fine. He stands there so dutifully and patiently, waiting for Shiraishi to think it over. He really is too good, alas. Unfortunately.]

Alright.

[He gives Shiraishi a sort of slow once-over? There really isn't anything seductive behind it on his face, but how his lashes lower over his eyes is demure. Reaching out, he traces a finger down Shiraishi's arm to ignite what he knows will happen.

And then he turns to lead the way down the hall to his own room. Thankfully, Dimitri (and Grune and Higekiri) isn't there.]

[ he's a very good boy i can't believe you're playing him. ]

Alright.

[ Oh, and there it goes. They do probably all know the drill by now. As soon as he feels Hizamaru touch a finger to his arm, he just sort of... closes his eyes. Yeah, there we go. He waits for Hizamaru to move a little bit away from him before he opens his eyes and follows him down the hall.

(wow how many people are dogpiled in your room, hiza?)

The room gets a once over, just looking to see if anything is different to the room he shares with Maou, but he can't see any of interest. ]

[The room looks exactly like it would if four people were crammed into it, two of the four of which know nothing about taking care of themselves fully and two of them who do. It's split down the middle between being a bit chaotic and a bit tidy, as if Dimitri and Hizamaru have run through behind Higekiri and Grune to do housework.

All four of their bags are dumped inside the door near the den area, opened and rummaged through, missing bits and pieces of what they had been given. On the way to the bedroom, it's clear the bathtub is used frequently between them, and inside, the sheets are disorderly and there's at least two bottles of lube just... there... used and chilling.

But Hizamaru turns around to face Shiraishi.]

I'm ready to be used.

[ There's a distinct lack of armour scattered around the place, which, honestly is a blessing in comparison. Anywhere that doesn't have signs of his loud roommate is worth being. (Although the casual, semi-used bottles of lube just chilling on the side get a little bit of a look. Hige-Hiza-Dimi-Grune all FUCK.)

...

Welp. ]

Oh? So you have something in mind already. I suppose that is part of your victory conditions.

[Do they though, hm.]

Just to have sex. I don't mind--whatever pleases you, Shiraishi-san. Is there something you enjoy? I can use my mouth... Or you can use my body. [He's a real good boy, please be nice.] If it feels better for me to do it to you instead... I can do that, too.

[ yes. it's either that or hiza is just going wild. ]

... [ it's like he can see that aphro kicking in in real time. he just tilts his head for a moment, like he's thinking it over.

and then he reaches out and -- pats hizamaru on the head. ]

You should be careful of what you offer to people, when you have the choice of what you give away.

[ and then he slides his hand down and uses the grip on the back of his head to tug hizamaru forward and lean down to nip at his neck. ]

[The aphro has his entire body on fire, but he's slowly getting use to it after having accidental run-ins with touching. It doesn't feel much different than it normally had before except for that powerful urge to do.

Heat creeps up his neck into his cheeks, and he moves forward without any hesitation until he's flush against Shiraishi's chest. His head tips to offer more room; the nip earns a pleased hum from him.]

I don't mind. I'm use to giving everything to my master. I want to become stronger by enduring.

[ by this point shiraishi has already had practice avoiding the impact of this accidental aphro -- as bad as it had been, it does make things easier now, slowing down that rush and leaving that fire more of a pleasing burn that an unbearable flame. ]

Even if you start questioning them? [ he moves his mouth to nip at another point on hizamaru's neck, hand in the hair pulling a little to urge him to crane his neck back, just a little. ] Or do you not question them at all?

[ his free hand slips up to start finding buttons and undoing them, swiftly and smooth, while he's still distracting hizamaru with the attention his giving to his neck. ]

[There isn't complete resistance to the hair pulling; he resists just enough to get that pleasant feel of the tug, but his head goes easily back to give Shiraishi the whole of his neck. Under his lashes, his eyes shift over Shiraishi's shoulder in thought.]

We voice our concerns, but our master always explains their reasoning. We trust our master's judgement.

[His shoulders drop to make it easier for the jacket and unbuttoned shirt to come off his arms when it's time. And then his hands come to to start doing the same in return.]

I have to trust others' judgements here, too.

[ shiraishi has to let go of hizamaru's hair to let his shirt be loosened and pushed off his shoulders, once the buttons have been dealt with. ]

I think we've seen how easy it is for that to go wrong here. [ ... ] There's a choice though. Even with your master, hm?

[ that's... something. voicing concerns, trusting judgement. whatever the master is that these swords follow, they sound different to what shiraishi would hav expected. but still, there are more important things to focus on right now.

shirt off, he lets it drop and turns his attention to the button on hizamaru's trousers, undoing them and hooking thumbs into the waistband. with his grip fairly firm, he takes a couple of steps forward, crowding and urging hizamaru to move backwards towards the bed. ]

[Gently, he bows up against Shiraishi's front even as he is moved backward, making Shiraishi have to work for it a little to get him there without him becoming a pest.

When the backs of his knees hit the edge of the bed, he digs his fingers into Shiraishi's shoulders and falls on the sheets and the mattress.]

Some of us question our master's orders, and sometimes we question our master's formations. Such as newly summoned swords being sent on missions.

[Both hands slide over Shiraishi's skin, leaving trails of pleasant fire until he cups Shiraishi's neck in them both. He pulls the other man down so he can nip at Shiraishi's lips.]

But he is still our master...

[ oh— there they go. he’s able to untangle limbs enough to catch himself on his forearms, avoid toppling forwards and landing directly on hizamaru’s chest. ]

“My master, right or wrong” — that’s the phrase for it, isn’t it.

[ he’s quick to catch hizamaru’s lip between his teeth and deliver a sharper nip to it. everything is a learning curve; if he brushes hands here does it drag a reaction from the other man? teeth scraped here; a squeeze of the hand here, or the brush of fingers over shoulders, arms, collar bones. every reaction catalogued and stored away for now, every non-response noted and the action that accompanies it discarded. leaving things that he knows will work, and be brutally effective if used correctly. ]

Lift your hips.

[ it’s said firmly, his hands already pulling at hizamaru’s trousers. it’s trickier to get them off now they’re on the bed like this, but not impossible. ]

Mm.

[It's clear Hizamaru is fairly malleable. The essence of a sword. A weapon crafted in beauty and made to protect and attack. He loves being praised and explored, but more than that, he loves the structure of orders--not harsh or ugly orders, but guiding ones. He loves being used, even if the hand is firm.

But he also loves nicking Shiraishi here and there to make sure the man is kept on the toes.

As a reward, he makes some of the best noises, all polite and quiet, never loud or boisterous or exaggerated. Everything is authentic: the hood to his eyes, the glint to the gold of them, the deep and fluttery breaths.

As instructed, he lifts his hips, rolling them against Shiraishi until the trousers come down, easier than expected with how narrow his hips are.]

[ what a ho.

he makes note of the best reactions, and where they come from - listening for those shivery little breaths and what draws more physical reactions, and those retaliations. he wraps an arm around hizamaru's waist to keep them raised, continue that roll of their hips, rocking them together in a slow, and almost lazy grind.

it's not like's unaffected too. the effects of simply touching are still present, like a burn through skin. when he does let hizamaru's hips drop again, it's only to place hands on his hips and press them down into the bed, thumbs smoothing over his hipbones. ]

... [ "use me as you will", he'd said. ] You were so vocal about what you wanted before. But now we're here you're all quiet, and submissive. I'm not even sure I'm surprised.

[ he bites at hizamaru's collar bone, hands still holding down his hips with just a little too much force for something so simple. ]

This is what I wanted.

[He drags the fingers of both hands up to the backs of Shiraishi's shoulders. He grips gently, curling his nails and letting them bite. He arches his back like he wants to roll their hips together again, but his are pinned, so Shiraishi only gets his chest and a craving, frustrated hum.

He knows Shiraishi is almost taunting him, but instead of biting, he rolls his head back and brandishes his long neck.]

If you don't wield swords appropriately, you can be cut by them. I don't mind showing you how to handle me if you aren't sure.

[ oh, that's a nice arch. shiraishi moves to run a hand up one of hizamaru's sides, and down again, slow and deliberate. ]

Hm.

[ he sits back a little, letting go of hizamaru's hips so he can push down his own pants and slide them down and off his legs. once free, he leans forwards again. this time though, he gets a hand around hizamaru's wrists and pins those to the bed. ]

Isn't that half the excitement? People seek out that kind of adrenaline.

[ but, y'know. aphro. he does have an epic cuck war to win here, so he leans back down, using his free hand to push one of hizamaru's legs back and hitch it up. there's little in the way - limb or awkward angle wise - to prevent him from rocking his hips down again, a steady and slow pace, just bordering on the edge of not quite being enough. ]

Illumi-san does.

[There's nothing said, but his golden eyes are watchful, lingering on Shiraishi as the clothing comes off, lingering on the body after. He accepts Shiraishi again between his legs, lets his wrist get folded under a hand with only a shift of playful resistance.]

Do you?

[The leg that goes up has the most practiced, tantalizing flexibility. It's not in one long line so much as the angles of it are perfect, like an acrobat, but it matches the definition and thickness in his muscles. The rock gets a throaty hum, and partially bared sharp teeth.]

No.

[ his eyes are drawn to the leg. specifically the lack of resistance he feels when pushing it back. his hand slides a little higher, until it’s at the bend of his knee, and with a bit of manoeuvring, pushes it further up to rest over his shoulder.

he’s not particularly slow or coaxing about it, focusing more on whether he feels any resistance to the movement. when hizamaru’s leg is comfortably rested on his shoulder, he runs his hand back down it, only stopping at the curve of his ass. ]

I don’t really do adrenaline. Not like that.

[ well, here they are. and there are so many different options he could take right now. after a moment of thought, shiraishi reaches out to grab one of those just-chilling-over-here bottles of lube off the side. ]

[The leg obeys the instruction; it folds up over his shoulder, and there doesn't seem to be any pain or discomfort on his face at the position. But the muscles do quiver when the hand slides back down over the hot, exposed skin. His lashes flutter from the pleasant sensation.]

You like to watch.

[He's spent a good deal of time with Shiraishi so far. The man's eyes are always watching, Shiraishi is always watching. Where they are, his face, his movements.]

Do you want to watch me?

monday, 4-5pm here it is cursed

curse time

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