[Scott looks so appealing up there, cheeks flushed a different lovely shade of red beneath his red shades. He has the impulsive urge to take them off him, to look at his eyes, but he refrains; he remembers from his profile that he will not take them off for some unknown but good reason. So instead Shang Qinghua just reaches up to trace the line of his cheek, the curve of his jaw, enjoying how warm his skin feels, just like his own.
It's hard to maintain eye contact for long, as good as he feels, like riding a wave and letting it take him away without a care. Every light stroke, every curl of Scott's fingers inside him, makes that heat build up more and more, and when they kiss, Shang Qinghua is ravenous for it.
He's about to say something possibly a little quippy about patience or sweet torture, when Scott rubs his fingertips along that spot inside him on his way out that has Shang Qinghua keening, hips jerking with the rush of pleasure. Still shivering from it, he manages to open his eyes, watching Scott finally get the condom pulled on, shifting his hips to make it easier.] Yes. [He groans out, eagerly hooking a leg around Scott's trim waist to keep him from going too far.
When he first presses in, slow at first and then in one long, hard thrust, Shang Qinghua tips his head back and moans too. It's so good right now, being filled, just feeding that fire burning under his skin. He mouths at his throat again, soft little kisses, and manages to get out a full sentence, which, frankly, is a feat right now:] Ah, you've been inside me, you can just call me Qinghua. Fuck, Scott, that's so good, mm.
[He bites his lip to focus, give himself some clarity and mostly to stop himself from thrusting hard and fast into that clenching heat without care or consideration. At least, not yet. He wants to give him some time to adjust after all, even though that pleasured moan from Shang Qinghua makes Scott throb while settled deep within him. It really is so good, nearly overwhelming, having his cock nestled within another, tightly surrounded and griped by him.
And that's probably not the aphrodisiac talking.]
Qinghua, then. [A breathless laugh escapes him, throat swallowing against the other's lips as sweat runs down the sides of his head.] You feel amazing too.
[They're both resorting to short sentences, bordering on caveman talk, at least to Scott. And really, he wanted to wait a little bit more, maybe wait for Qinghua's affirmation, but that fire that's been burning underneath his skin grips him and he can't stop himself from pulling back just slightly, before thrusting forward again. The sound of his cock inside him is almost obscene and he's barely facing any resistance. The glide's smoother than it probably should be and that gripping thought further pushes Scott.
Hips pulling back, until only the tip of his erection keeps Qinghua open, Scott remains still for a few seconds before roughly shoving back inside with a relieved and loud groan. Hopefully these pods really are soundproof. He doesn't care though, pulling almost out before thrusting back in, rhythm building but also erratic as he continues to thrust inside that engulfing warmth that's matching the heat in his veins.]
[Shang Qinghua huffs a little laugh, tucking his face against his neck and just taking a few breaths as he adjusts. It won't take him long, it really does feel good, but he likes to take a moment to really savor it, feeling so open and filled and enveloped. His nerves are alight with it, only enhanced by the aphrodisiac rather than altered by it. He'd like this even without being dosed, he's sure.
What's not to like? Scott is sweet, and good-looking, and it makes him feel warm all the little measures he's taken to check in.
Honestly, the way his muscles squeeze around Scott, encouraging, should be affirmation enough that he's fine, he's feeling incredible actually, which is why words are harder to find in the haze of pleasure that drapes over his mind like a warm blanket.] Yes. [He murmurs emphatically as Scott pulls out most of the way, as he thrusts back in hard. That, that has his cock jerking and his body arching into him wantonly, needy.
Erratic is fine. Now that they're getting down to business, the pleasure practically sings in his blood, ramping up as he rolls his hips to meet him.] Like that, like that, go hard, you can, I love it-
[If he closes his eyes and just focus on the tightness surrounding him, Scott can almost imagine that he's with a certain person that he lost not too long, but he forces himself to keep his eyes open for that very purpose. He's not that twisted and fucked up, right? To think about his dead girlfriend while he pushes in and out with a hurried pace, broken and cut off moans leaving his throat freely. It would be an insult to both Jean and Qinghua at the same time.
Besides, the voice calling out to him, the way he clings to his rutting body, is wholly different enough that it would break that illusion in seconds.
Hips continue to snap forward and for a few seconds, Scott just lets the loud noise of his body slamming almost harshly into Qinghua's dominate the pod along with his loud breathy pants. The pleasure really is just that intense, so fulfilling, heightened by the aphrodisiac that he really hopes that the other man doesn't want to stop anytime soon. He's been so encouraging, Scott's unable to stop some affection from blooming along with that consuming warmth. Is it better or worse feeling something for another in a place like this? He doesn't know.
But really, Qinghua feels amazing, especially when he starts rolling his hips to match his thrusts, letting him hit deeper inside. One hand reaches up to undo the style that his hair's been barely maintained in, suddenly wanting to see it be open and unrestrained. Like how they're acting like now.]
[Harsh is fine. Harsh is good. Honestly, he loves it, the those hard, deep thrusts that spread him open and stimulate sensitive nerve endings in such a satisfying way. For all his sweetness, Scott is going for it, and Shang Qinghua is practically floating with delight. It's probably obvious. His mouth barely stops moving as long as it's unoccupied, murmuring praise and moaning his enjoyment openly.
Even if he had some shame, he wouldn't care if anybody heard them. Let them, he's having a fucking good time.
His hair comes out of the increasingly-messy bun it's been tied in when Scott releases his ribbon, which, frankly, is barely hanging on anyway. It's long, would probably reach his waist since he's never actually cut it, fanning in deep chestnut waves over the mattress.
Shang Qinghua huffs a laugh, but it sounds more like a pant as he rocks into those thrusts, just as enthusiastic.] You better not- Ah, fuck, yes-! [He cuts himself off with a curse when a particularly good thrust puts pressure on his prostate, makes him arch up into Scott and moan.]
The full realization of such a sentiment hits Scott as his hair fans out around him, no longer held back by that ribbon and spraying across the bed. It's quite long, especially for a guy, but it truly suits him, his affection growing just a bit more as he continues to thrust into him, rhythm only faltering for a moment when he arches into him; Scott swears that he slid even deeper from such movement.
A part of him wants to tease Qinghua for being so noisy, but he doesn't want to make him possibly self-conscious. Not to mention, he enjoys his sounds, every little cry and curse and it only further drives him, a clawing need to suddenly go harder and dominate the man that's so enthusiastic in his own pleasure. It's not a feeling Scott gets often, wanting to fully own another, but he only lets that thought drive him, adjusting his angle so that he can hit that spot that caused such a reaction in the first place.]
Do you have any idea how you look right now?
[Scott breathes out, pace increasing harder and faster, making sure to pull out almost entirely and slamming back in on a couple of deep thrusts. His balls thrum from his own pleasure, feeling himself squeezed inside that clenching warmth, and one hand snakes around to tightly grip the leaking erection that's straining below him, almost cruelly holding it firm.] A-all splayed out like this?
[Scott's voice takes on such an affected note as he fucks into him just right, as he says do you have any idea how you look like Shang Qinghua looks pretty damn good. It's a sentiment that gets to him, horny as it is. It's so rare that he feels attractive like this, but ah, how can he not, when Scott's red-lensed eyes look at him like that? He surges up to pull him into a messy, biting kiss in response, breath coming in soft pants as he chases that pleasure that suffuses through his whole being.
He's so intense like this, so incredibly attractive.]
Half as good as you, I hope. [He manages to get out, breathless, grinning, cutting off into another shameless moan as Scott touches his cock, grips it firm. He's so hard it almost aches, and he's only human - from there, he can't hold on much longer, rocking into those deep thrusts and going so, so tight around him as he tips over the edge - or more accurately, as orgasm slams into him. It's a pleasure that pulls tight at his core and then releases all at once, making him shudder and cling as he spills all over Scott's hand and his own stomach, and fuck, has he ever come that hard? Some of it has to be the aphro, he's sure, but god, god.
He'll feel bad later about the way his nails probably dig into Scott's back as he clings close, head tipping back with a cry of,] Scott-!
[He bites back into the kiss, unrestrained and loud, moans spilling out so openly as he gets closer and closer to climax. Like this, he can only focus on Qinghua and how good he feels and looks, no outside thoughts of being the leader or the guilt of anything else weighing on him. It's truly just his current partner's and his own pleasure the only thing his mind and body need to focus on. Not to mention how nice it is to be this close with another, wrapped so tightly in multiple ways, and maybe that's what he likes the most.
What causes him to rut even harder against the clenching body beneath him, bodies slapping together and echoing around the small pod they're in.
Encouragingly, he starts stroking the cock in his hand, timing it with his thrusts until he feels Qinghua's release, the combination of his orgasm and the further tightness surrounding his own arousal pushing him to his limit. All that heat surrounding his cock, felt even through the condom.]
Qinghua...!
[He bites out, hips thrusting one last time as he empties into the condom. Scott barely notices the small pain of his nails digging in his back, the sharp white pleasure overwhelming all senses, to the point where he nearly collapses on the other. One hand keeps him shakily above, a breathless laugh leaving him as he strokes Qinghua's cock a couple more times in an almost teasing manner. Maybe it's the aphro that keeps him hard for just a while longer, cock still buried inside him as hips shakily jerk from his release.]
[Every moan out of Scott seems to vibrate through him too, making it all so much better. He enjoys his partner's pleasure almost as much as his own, and the fact that they're both so focused on just this little bubble of space they've carved out, on each other, makes it so, so incredible. Like this, he can actually turn off the rational part of his brain that always seems to be whirring in the background, quiet his thoughts, and let the waves wash over him.
When the kiss breaks, Shang Qinghua continues trailing messy, open-mouthed little kisses over his jaw, his throat, just anywhere he can reach while Scott finds his own release. It has him a little oversensitive by the end, but he likes that, the sharp sweetness of it like a fine wine.
His grip on his partner loosens, becomes soft stroking over his back and shoulders, absent-minded touch to ground them both in the moment that stretches on, languid now that the aphrodisiac has been sated. Or, at least, it has for Shang Qinghua, whose cultivation is naturally equipped to filter toxins out of his system quicker. Doesn't keep it from feeling good, though, the way Scott is still hard inside him.
He hooks a leg around his waist and shifts them both onto their sides to rest, without making him pull out just yet, pressing close enough he can feel Scott's heart beating. His laughter is light and breathless.] I don't think I've ever come that hard. Wow.
[Scott groans as they're shifted to their side, the movement causing him to twitch inside Qinghua. He thinks he can feel the aphrodisiac running its course, but he still feels sated, almost mindlessly content as he warps his arms around the other man in a gesture that may seem almost intimate. He's not sure if Qinghua fully wants this closeness and he'll certainly pull away if asked, but right now, he... he just really wants to hold him as a surge of emotions pass through. It's almost embarrassing how emotional he feels after sex, but guess's that just years of feeling that way when he only had it with someone he really loved.
Even as he softens, his cock slipping free, Scott doesn't let go, one hand moving to idly stoke the long hair that's spilled across Qinghua's back.]
Pretty strong stuff, wasn't it?
[He manages lightly, almost softly, heartbeat slowly resuming its normal pace as his breath even outs. Mmm, he almost feels back to normal, that burning heat and desperation no longer clouding his mind, but he still doesn't want to move just yet.]
[It's fine by him even if it is a little intimate. After that, the touch is welcome, and Shang Qinghua takes it as an invitation to practically burrow against his chest, letting out a soft sigh that only speaks of contentment. No reason to be embarrassed at all, in fact, he winds an arm around him too, to hold as much as he's being held. It's just the feel-good hormones, the come-down from the aphro, right?]
Yeah, it hit hard. [He agrees with a quiet laugh, closing his eyes and enjoying the hand smoothing over his hair, not wanting to move just yet either.]
[Yep, definitely that, mutual agreement to just blame stuff on the aphro.
Doesn't stop Scott from relaxing further when Shang Qinghua buries himself closer against his chest, and it's not like they're snuggling right? Right. Although, Scott's still in that mindset where he might be okay calling it that, before he starts feeling a little bad. Luckily, he usually waits until he's back in his room before all that guilt rears its ugly head. At least they've been influenced by a drug?? ...Yeah, maybe that's not the best thought, but it's fine. He's happy now.
Embrace it for the time being? He continues to stroke his fingers down his hair, before tangling their legs together.]
Mm, I'm okay. [Better than okay, really. Warm, relaxed, close with someone that he both likes and considers attractive.] How about you? You feeling okay?
[He has no complaints, honestly. The skin contact feeds and soothes the last traces of aphrodisiac lingering in his system, and he's just going to assume it's the same for Scott. Shang Qinghua's fingers trace idle nonsense patterns over his back and side, just mindless touching as they tangle their legs together and catch their breaths.
Shang Qinghua laughs softly at the question directed back at him.] I feel great, actually. [A little sore, maybe, but it's going away fast - thank you, cultivation. It's altogether pleasant. If they weren't in a weird little pod, he thinks he could fall asleep like this, honestly, but he won't.]
First time I've gotten dosed, but it wasn't a bad experience, with you.
That's nice, he thinks?? ...Yeah, it is, especially hearing him say that it was great-- that he feels good. Not that Scott considers himself to be a bad lover or anything, but aphrodisiacs is certainly new territory. He's... he's glad that he was able to give him a good time. Scott certainly enjoyed himself as well, that feeling lingering even as the the drug leaves his system.]
Same here. [He chuckles, lightly.] I'm... I'm glad that my first experience was nice. [Is this getting too emotional--] Thanks.
[It's definitely a relief, that they both got through this and don't have any major regrets after. Shang Qinghua thinks he'd feel awful if Scott came out of this feeling bad about it, for whatever reason.
It feels a little funny to hear 'thanks' after sex. It makes him laugh, quiet and sudden, that kind of laughter that comes from genuinely feeling good.] I'm glad your first experience was nice too. [He says, a little teasingly, still giggling, though he tilts up to kiss his cheek to remove any offense.]
Oh good, because that's my favorite hobby! [Is there anything better than cracking jokes and clever insults about ridiculous courtiers or cultivators with a friend? He doesn't think so.
Alright, alright. He takes the water and uncaps it, drinking down half the bottle in one go. Hydrated enough for you??
He grins as Jin Guangyao talks about having to clean up everyone else's messes, understanding that feeling all too well.] Alright, then I'll be your accomplice, and we'll make a little bit of trouble.
Honestly, it is mine as well. I do not get to partake in it too often, unfortunately.
[Yes good. Shang Qinghua will get a soft kiss as a reward before he drinks the rest of the water. He's a doting type, unfortunately. He then curls up against him and wraps his arms around his waist, enjoying the warmth of his body against his own.]
Perfect. We can show them we can make big messes too and others will have to clean them. [Jin Guangyao felt relaxed in a way he hadn't in a while. He felt nice enough that he could just fall asleep against his friend if he wanted and he knew he would wake up safe. It was nice.]
Me either. Occasionally, when we were stuck in court and my king was in a mood, but he's not as good at being petty. [Mobei-jun just... doesn't have very many expressions, and while he's very intelligent, he's more bluntly mean than catty.
He laughs as he returns that soft kiss, settling back against the pillows and draping an arm over Jin Guangyao. The room is warm enough that this is quite pleasant, honestly.]
I don't think I remember how to make big messes and have someone else clean them up. [But it sounds like fun getting to try. He can admit he's in a unique position here, away from all his responsibilities.
Still, his smile softens.] How about we agree that thanks aren't necessary? Because I could thank you too.
You talk about your king with a lot of care. You should tell me about him. [He placed his head on one of his hands and looked up at him. His free hand moves to make lazy circles over his chest and belly.]
We have time to learn. Alright. You're right. I enjoyed having sex with you. I hope we can do that again sometime.
[Tell him about his king? Shang Qinghua would love to, would love to sing his praises to someone, but- There is some part of him that doesn't want to say too much, to spill anything too deep, lest the House is listening and gets ideas. It's better for everyone if he isn't here.] Ahh, I won't say too much, and that isn't personal, alright? I just- worry a little. We don't know how the House chooses who they bring here. [He admits with a quiet exhale, though he enjoys the hand tracing over his skin, and his arm around Guangyao tightens briefly in a little squeeze.] My King is... Mm. I've served at his side since we were seventeen, and he was only a prince and I a lowly outer disciple. I was his spy in Cang Qiong. We have had a lot of years.
[He trails off, not in a bad way, just not sure what he feels it's safe to say. It's easier to laugh, to agree,] I liked it too. We can definitely do that again sometime. [Teasing,] Maybe not right now, I need at least an hour.
[He could sense the deep care for him and understood the need for caution.] I see. It's okay. [He leaned up to kiss him again to let him know that he didn't mind. Just nuzzling against him instead.]
Haha. I understand this old man's back is not what it used to be. [He giggles, massaging his own lower back.] I think I want to take a nap on you. You are incredibly comfortable you know.
[Enjoy the full body cuddle he's giving you there Shang Qinghua.]
[His smile goes a little soft to hear that Guangyao understands. Of course he does. They just seem to have that easy sort of connection, after all. He tilts into that kiss and returns it, touching fingertips to his smooth cheek as they kiss.]
Ha. You're not old. [He laughs, settling back against the pillows, both arms winding around him to hold him close and comfortable.] Or if you are, then so am I and I suppose we're in good company.
[A little hum, pleased. Look, he has nothing against cuddling, okay.] Honestly, a nap sounds great before we have to go back out to the party. I'm down for a nap.
[The kiss was soft and sweet. He hummed against it before breaking away to rest on his shoulder.]
It does, doesn't it? I know I can socialize well if I must but sometimes all the interactions can be so exhausting. [He sighed softly against his friend feeling a deep sense of relaxation and safety he hadn't for a while. He wondered how different his life would have been if he had met someone like him when he was alive. Would he have made different choices?
Instead, the one who probably saw through him was his killer and the few who he had loved the most didn't understand him at all. But that was musing for another time. He was going to sleep while he could.]
[Ah, isn't he a looker? Shang Qinghua is suitably impressed as the clothes come off, hungry eyes roving over Rokurou's form, taking him in with evident delight. The finely-honed warrior's body is definitely Shang Qinghua's favorite type, not to mention that confidence. Maybe he's always admired guys like that, who look good and know it.
His laughter is breathless as he's pulled roughly into another kiss, and he digs his nails in to his sides as if he's clutching him close. Not hard enough to draw blood, not with his very blunt human nails, but still. He surges up into it to meet him, kissing him back just as messy, just as eager, lips parting automatically, tongue sliding against his.
Shang Qinghua arches into him as he pinches his nipple, the little jolt making him gasp against his mouth, and it turns to a real moan when his hand finds his cock, his balls. His hips twitch as if he wants to try and fuck into that hand, and his own hand drags down over Rokurou's back, the curve of his ass. Every touch, every nip of teeth, has that low fire in his core burning a little brighter.]
Fuck, that's nice- [He breathes out, between laying a few messy kisses on his face, his jaw.]
[ He sighs against Qinghua's mouth as those fingers scratch down his back, a prickle that rouses every sensitive nerve until the man grabs his ass. It makes his kiss rougher, bruising in aggression as he bites and then fucks his tongue forward to dominate the other man's mouth. The handcuffs clink as he jerks his hand; this is what pauses him, drawing away from from Qinghua's mouth to give their wrisits a frown.
Annoying. Limiting. He stops squeezing over the man's balls to reach up and break the links, requiring very little effort to do so. It's—the spirit of pretending like they're still chained up that counts, right? He flings the pieces of metal backwards haphazardly before chinning down, sinking his teeth into the fair column of Qinghua's throat. A rough snag of teeth, though not hard enough to draw blood—he is careful of that much—but enough to leave a possessive print of teeth behind.
He slides down, mouthing over adam's apple and clavicle, glancing up to watch the other man's face for a moment from beneath a veil of lashes and dark bangs. From this position, it is easier to see that his eyes are heterochromatic: hidden behind chops of bangs that part with the shift of his body, a demonic red eye pairs with a gold one, surrounded by a stain of black carapace. A sharp contrast of human and demonic qualities. The symbolism isn't subtle.
Tonguing down the middle of Qinghua's chest, he offers a very simple proposition after going back to kneading the man's cock with a hand: ]
[Shang Qinghua bruises somewhat easily anyway, though it doesn't seem to deter him at all. If anything, that rough and bruising kiss only makes him more excited. His tongue slides against Rokurou's, enthusiastic and open, willing. He tries to chase his mouth when he pulls back, darkened eyes finally settling on the handcuffs, watching him break the links easily. It makes him laugh, and if they're doing that, he'll just direct a thread of pale blue spiritual energy to unlock the half of the set of cuffs still hanging around his wrist, letting it fall away to be forgotten.] Ah, we've been on the same page all along, huh?
[His tease trails off in a gasp as teeth sink into his throat, the sting making him moan and arch up against his partner, wanting that contact, wanting more. When he looks down, catches sight of those hungry eyes looking up at him, he draws in a breath. It's the first time he's really seen the eye hidden behind his hair, the red color of it, an obvious demonic trait. It is... so far from a dealbreaker.
He brings a hand up, touches the pads of his fingers to that mottled darkness around his eye, his touch gentle as he brushes his bangs aside. Shang Qinghua is flushed, his eyes dark and riveted, and he smiles wide at the question.]
[ The daemon squints slightly when fingers brush along his blight. Touch there isn’t particularly common; most shy away from his daemonic traits out of fear or disdain. And yet, he relishes touch against that sensitive carapace that so clearly marks him as other, a stark contrast to the humanity of the left side of his face. He’s always been a man of duality and halves. Which is why he leans into that touch, nuzzling like a spoiled cat, a soft hum of pleasure vibrating low in his throat.
Qinghua’s eager answer earns a genuine laugh. Rokurou turns his mouth in to nip at his palm playfully, glancing back up at the other man with bright eyes. Mismatched, one daemonic and one human, but both with shades of pleasure melting in their hues.
With permission granted, he wastes no more time. Peeling back to slide down the bed, Rokurou’s head bows with a curtain of falling hair, edges ticking along Qinghua’s chest as he kisses his way down. Light, teasing presses with a flick of tongue until he reaches the base of the other man’s cock—there, he curls his fingers around its girth and strokes, smoothing scarred fingers along its ridges and shape. A moment of learning as he glances up from beneath a veil of dark lashes, checking Qinghua’s expressing before pressing his lips along its length.
He’s cute, so why not tease him? Rokurou huffs before kissing up to the tip and flirting his tongue over the head, tasting salt along the divot of a slit before trailing back down along a pronounced vein until he can press his nose into dark curls. From there, he glances up again, looking for approval. ]
[It's unique, a feature Shang Qinghua has never seen before, and he's always had a fascination for the different. Even better when Rokurou leans into the touch, humming in a way that makes Shang Qinghua smile, and he thumbs across the mottled skin appreciatively, drinking in the wanting look in those mis-matched eyes.] Pretty. [Is all he can say, a touch of awe in his voice, along with blatant desire.
It's almost a shame to have him pull away, but his destination is exciting too. The tickle of his hair against his skin, the press of lips and flick of tongue, would have him achingly hard if he weren't already obviously aroused. His breath catches as he stares down at this gorgeous man, touching him, teasing him in a way that gets soft, unconscious sounds out of him.]
Oh, that's nice. [He murmurs, enraptured, reaching a hand down to push back some of Rokurou's hair, thumbing over his cheek. He won't complain about the teasing too much - at least not yet, not while it's still fun. Shang Qinghua isn't quite desperate yet.]
[ Called pretty and given praise? The daemon fluffs up in satisfaction, fine laugh lines creasing at the corner of his human eye as he briefly smiles.
Settling a hand over Qinghua’s outer thigh, his thumb strokes idly as Rokurou grazes his lips back up the length of his erection before taking him properly. A plush slide of lips cushioning teeth and fall of dark hair as he angles forward, using his tongue to guide the head against his inner cheek for a rub. Still slow and tentative as he adjusts, relaxes, exhales through his nose and then sinks down as far as he can comfortably go.
Eager for more praise and touch, he lowers his eyelids and gets to work. The glide of his mouth is tight and hot, slick with added saliva and the cushion of his tongue. A motion that begins slowly but quickly works up in speed; strong shoulders roll with movement, muscles tighten and relax, a show of both strength and finesse as he focuses his attention on working his mouth around Qinghua’s cock. ]
[Ah, if he's going to smile like that, he can have all the praise and compliments he'd like, Shang Qinghua thinks. How terribly handsome.
One of his hands rests over Rokurou's, on his thigh, thumbing over his knuckles as that tempting mouth trails over his cock, and then finally, finally takes him in. His mouth is hot and wet and perfect, and Shang Qinghua groans low, a drawn-out sound as fireworks of pleasure go off in him. It's only the second time he's ever been sucked off like this, and even this slow and exploratory mouthing over hard, sensitive flesh is incredible.]
That's so good, ah, you look so lovely with your mouth wrapped around me like that. [Shang Qinghua croons, hand dipping to thumb softly at the corner of his mouth, unable to take his eyes off him. At least until he takes up a more purposeful pace, mouth sliding over his cock in a way that feels so, so good. He moans again, shameless, fingers curling in his hair and pushing it out of his face, honey brown eyes sliding shut for a moment as a wave of warmth washes over him. His voice is breathless as he says,]
[ If he had a tail it would be wagging. With a thing for mature, older people and a hunger for praise, Rokurou eats it up. Praise and affection were never given in his clan—his strict mother had never said he’d ever done a good job, not once. Satisfaction wells up, a thick honey in his chest. It’s enough that he forgets his own dick, hard and throbbing against the bed, in favor of more approval.
It feels good. He feels good. Rokurou glances up at him, mismatched eyes bright before he dips down again to grind the head of Qinghua’s dick into his throat. Encouraging more of that voice, that shuddering breath. His fingers curl, digging down hard as he jerks Qinghua up to him, trying to guide him to the edge and then over with the coaxing suck of his mouth.
His next upward glance is more purposeful. A commanding look, one demanding that the older man give it all up and finish in his mouth so he can really taste him. Rokurou refuses to let him squirm away to come on the sheets; right now, this is all his. Give him what he wants. He’s younger and allowed to be unreasonable, right? ]
[Ah, those spoiled didi vibes. Somehow he finds it incredibly charming, the way the praise seems to make Rokurou glow with pleasure, eyes bright whenever he looks up through his lashes at Shang Qinghua. His fingers flex in Rokurou's hair, tugging appreciatively as another wave of pleasure washes over him.
It's incredible, the heady warmth that keeps building and building in his core, setting his nerves alight. His breath quickens as Rokurou seems to double his efforts, and god, who can deny a look like that? Shang Qinghua is absolutely happy to give him what he wants, indulge him. His hips jerk, an aborted little movement, and it doesn't take much longer at all for him to come, spilling hot into his mouth with a low groan of bliss.]
Ah, god, feels so good, you're so good to me, huh? [It's mindless babble in a pleasure-filled haze, more of that praise that he seems to like so much, because yes, he deserves all that and more for a blowjob that leaves him boneless and feeling tingly good all over. When he opens his eyes and looks downward, smiling, eyes still so dark as he takes him in - he gets just a glimpse of where Rokurou is hard against the sheets.] Fuck, so pretty, look at you. Let me help with that, you deserve to feel nice too.
[ He isn’t especially accustomed to swallowing, but Rokurou Rangetsu is no quitter. He exhales through his nose while knocking it back like a shot, licking the tacky remains from his lips afterward. It’s an unfamiliar weight in his belly, one he doesn’t know if he likes or dislikes, but he does like that babbled praise.
He leans back onto his knees when finished, looking quite pleased with himself. Turned on, he gives his erection a few lazy strokes, brief self-comfort as he rolls onto the bed beside Qinghua so that their heads are level. ]
How do you want to help me? [ his grin is wicked, teasing, ] I could use your thighs if you’re tired, but I’d really like to fuck you down into the mattress.
[ Daemons have too much energy, after all—and he’s vibrating with it, only energized by the effort of giving head. ]
[He doesn't think to apologize for that, even if maybe he should. Shang Qinghua's brain is a lovely, spacey mess of feel-good hormones, and all he can really think about is wanting to give as much pleasure as he was given in turn. Rokurou rolls onto the bed beside him, and he reaches down to curl his fingers around the other man's cock, stroking slowly as if to tide him over, grinning with that warm, pleased expression on his face.]
It takes more than that to wear me out. [He's a cultivator, after all, and while he might still have a refractory period (his novel-world was only that ridiculous when it came to the almighty protagonist), he has plenty of willingness to go.] Fuck me as hard as you want. I'm all yours.
[Too much energy makes for a fun time, in his opinion. With his free hand, he reaches across to the end table for the bottle of lube, dangling it teasingly, temptingly.]
[ A teasing comment, but he sure as hell takes that bottle of lube. How much, exactly, will it take to wear Shang Qinghua out? Because the comment sounds like a challenge to a very challenge-motivated daemon.
He bows to snap his teeth over a thigh, giving a good bite before cracking the bottle open. A few drops slick his fingers before he rubs them up against Qinghua’s ass, beginning with a single finger. A thrust to the first knuckle, then the second, before gesturing to run against inner walls.
Despite appearances, he is a considerate man. Careful even when he wants to sink his fangs down and taste blood. A reckoning between man and monster, nature versus nurture. He is unwilling to hurt the other man (like this)—so Rokurou patiently works him open until he can comfortably scissor two fingers.
Patience thinned, he gives himself a few strokes to lube his dick before grabbing Qinghua’s hips, dragging him in hard with a playful snap. Wanting to waste no time and catch him while he’s still tingling in afterglow, Rokurou drives his cock inside with a relieved groan. A hot clutch that he’s been desperately wanting since before they even stripped.
Gripping hard onto hips while his tongue sweeps, Rokurou does as promised—throws himself into fucking Qinghua within an inch of his life. A flex of thick corded muscle, inky trails of dark hair, highlights of sweat along wheat skin. The effort, the grind, the ache… fuck. They all feel so good that they’re addicting and he doesn’t want to stop.
Reward for a job well done? [Shang Qinghua laughs, teasing, still managing to sound a bit breathless and fucked out. Even though they aren't anywhere near done - he can hazard a guess at what a daemon's stamina will be like, and he's up to the challenge of keeping up.
And as relaxed as he is already, it doesn't take long to work him open. Shang Qinghua is rocking back against his fingers soon, sighing pleasantly at the stretch and the wet glide of his digits. When he's pulled by the hips, he just laughs and reaches out for him to draw him closer, tilting his hips up, ready and open.]
Ah, fuck, that's good. [He moans, clenching around him as he thrusts inside, quick and hard and good in the way the ache combines with the hazy afterglow pleasure of his own orgasm. He rolls his hips as much as he can, gripped as hard as he is, but he also winds his arms around his neck to drag him down for a biting, open-mouthed kiss. They don't need restraint, or thought - he's happy to just lose himself in sensation, in the edge of almost too much that he'll remember after this is over.]
[ Rokurou bends beneath the weight of Qinghua's arm. Mouth meeting mouth, Rokurou groans against the kiss before melting into it with a snap of teeth. Lazy pleasure from gliding tongues threads together with the iron-sparked heat of every thrust as he drives into the slick clutch of Qinghua's body. Thought is something he is all too happy to lose; overwhelmed by sensation, the daemon focuses on moving his body and the way Qinghua feels beneath him.
He exhales before surging down into the kiss with more urgency. Every thrust is a demand for more while continues to take, joyfully greedy and unrestrained. True enough: a daemon's stamina is not to be trifled with. The minutes pass and he continues to thrust, fingers digging hard into Qinghua's hips as he tosses the man this way and that, grabbing to angle him in ways that feel good. The game manager, who has been outside the door the whole time, idly checks his watch a few times out of boredom — not like they can reset the room until the current players are done.
Relishing the freedom to play freely, Rokurou breaks the kiss only to bite at Qinghua's neck and shoulders. Rough play that leaves plenty of red marks behind, but never quite crossing the line of too painful. He bites, he paws, he throws the older man around. Really, poor Qinghua deserves a medal after this. Or at least some nice aftercare.
When he finally does reach his climax after too much time has passed, he digs his filthy paws in to drag Qinghua hard against himself. Pulling out when he finishes doesn't even cross his mind; he goes balls deep, releasing inside, and shivering in the enjoyment of it. ]
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[Scott looks so appealing up there, cheeks flushed a different lovely shade of red beneath his red shades. He has the impulsive urge to take them off him, to look at his eyes, but he refrains; he remembers from his profile that he will not take them off for some unknown but good reason. So instead Shang Qinghua just reaches up to trace the line of his cheek, the curve of his jaw, enjoying how warm his skin feels, just like his own.
It's hard to maintain eye contact for long, as good as he feels, like riding a wave and letting it take him away without a care. Every light stroke, every curl of Scott's fingers inside him, makes that heat build up more and more, and when they kiss, Shang Qinghua is ravenous for it.
He's about to say something possibly a little quippy about patience or sweet torture, when Scott rubs his fingertips along that spot inside him on his way out that has Shang Qinghua keening, hips jerking with the rush of pleasure. Still shivering from it, he manages to open his eyes, watching Scott finally get the condom pulled on, shifting his hips to make it easier.] Yes. [He groans out, eagerly hooking a leg around Scott's trim waist to keep him from going too far.
When he first presses in, slow at first and then in one long, hard thrust, Shang Qinghua tips his head back and moans too. It's so good right now, being filled, just feeding that fire burning under his skin. He mouths at his throat again, soft little kisses, and manages to get out a full sentence, which, frankly, is a feat right now:] Ah, you've been inside me, you can just call me Qinghua. Fuck, Scott, that's so good, mm.
sorry for the late!
And that's probably not the aphrodisiac talking.]
Qinghua, then. [A breathless laugh escapes him, throat swallowing against the other's lips as sweat runs down the sides of his head.] You feel amazing too.
[They're both resorting to short sentences, bordering on caveman talk, at least to Scott. And really, he wanted to wait a little bit more, maybe wait for Qinghua's affirmation, but that fire that's been burning underneath his skin grips him and he can't stop himself from pulling back just slightly, before thrusting forward again. The sound of his cock inside him is almost obscene and he's barely facing any resistance. The glide's smoother than it probably should be and that gripping thought further pushes Scott.
Hips pulling back, until only the tip of his erection keeps Qinghua open, Scott remains still for a few seconds before roughly shoving back inside with a relieved and loud groan. Hopefully these pods really are soundproof. He doesn't care though, pulling almost out before thrusting back in, rhythm building but also erratic as he continues to thrust inside that engulfing warmth that's matching the heat in his veins.]
Nnn, you really feel good. And tight-- fuck.
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What's not to like? Scott is sweet, and good-looking, and it makes him feel warm all the little measures he's taken to check in.
Honestly, the way his muscles squeeze around Scott, encouraging, should be affirmation enough that he's fine, he's feeling incredible actually, which is why words are harder to find in the haze of pleasure that drapes over his mind like a warm blanket.] Yes. [He murmurs emphatically as Scott pulls out most of the way, as he thrusts back in hard. That, that has his cock jerking and his body arching into him wantonly, needy.
Erratic is fine. Now that they're getting down to business, the pleasure practically sings in his blood, ramping up as he rolls his hips to meet him.] Like that, like that, go hard, you can, I love it-
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Besides, the voice calling out to him, the way he clings to his rutting body, is wholly different enough that it would break that illusion in seconds.
Hips continue to snap forward and for a few seconds, Scott just lets the loud noise of his body slamming almost harshly into Qinghua's dominate the pod along with his loud breathy pants. The pleasure really is just that intense, so fulfilling, heightened by the aphrodisiac that he really hopes that the other man doesn't want to stop anytime soon. He's been so encouraging, Scott's unable to stop some affection from blooming along with that consuming warmth. Is it better or worse feeling something for another in a place like this? He doesn't know.
But really, Qinghua feels amazing, especially when he starts rolling his hips to match his thrusts, letting him hit deeper inside. One hand reaches up to undo the style that his hair's been barely maintained in, suddenly wanting to see it be open and unrestrained. Like how they're acting like now.]
I won't stop-- you have all of me.
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Even if he had some shame, he wouldn't care if anybody heard them. Let them, he's having a fucking good time.
His hair comes out of the increasingly-messy bun it's been tied in when Scott releases his ribbon, which, frankly, is barely hanging on anyway. It's long, would probably reach his waist since he's never actually cut it, fanning in deep chestnut waves over the mattress.
Shang Qinghua huffs a laugh, but it sounds more like a pant as he rocks into those thrusts, just as enthusiastic.] You better not- Ah, fuck, yes-! [He cuts himself off with a curse when a particularly good thrust puts pressure on his prostate, makes him arch up into Scott and moan.]
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The full realization of such a sentiment hits Scott as his hair fans out around him, no longer held back by that ribbon and spraying across the bed. It's quite long, especially for a guy, but it truly suits him, his affection growing just a bit more as he continues to thrust into him, rhythm only faltering for a moment when he arches into him; Scott swears that he slid even deeper from such movement.
A part of him wants to tease Qinghua for being so noisy, but he doesn't want to make him possibly self-conscious. Not to mention, he enjoys his sounds, every little cry and curse and it only further drives him, a clawing need to suddenly go harder and dominate the man that's so enthusiastic in his own pleasure. It's not a feeling Scott gets often, wanting to fully own another, but he only lets that thought drive him, adjusting his angle so that he can hit that spot that caused such a reaction in the first place.]
Do you have any idea how you look right now?
[Scott breathes out, pace increasing harder and faster, making sure to pull out almost entirely and slamming back in on a couple of deep thrusts. His balls thrum from his own pleasure, feeling himself squeezed inside that clenching warmth, and one hand snakes around to tightly grip the leaking erection that's straining below him, almost cruelly holding it firm.] A-all splayed out like this?
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He's so intense like this, so incredibly attractive.]
Half as good as you, I hope. [He manages to get out, breathless, grinning, cutting off into another shameless moan as Scott touches his cock, grips it firm. He's so hard it almost aches, and he's only human - from there, he can't hold on much longer, rocking into those deep thrusts and going so, so tight around him as he tips over the edge - or more accurately, as orgasm slams into him. It's a pleasure that pulls tight at his core and then releases all at once, making him shudder and cling as he spills all over Scott's hand and his own stomach, and fuck, has he ever come that hard? Some of it has to be the aphro, he's sure, but god, god.
He'll feel bad later about the way his nails probably dig into Scott's back as he clings close, head tipping back with a cry of,] Scott-!
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What causes him to rut even harder against the clenching body beneath him, bodies slapping together and echoing around the small pod they're in.
Encouragingly, he starts stroking the cock in his hand, timing it with his thrusts until he feels Qinghua's release, the combination of his orgasm and the further tightness surrounding his own arousal pushing him to his limit. All that heat surrounding his cock, felt even through the condom.]
Qinghua...!
[He bites out, hips thrusting one last time as he empties into the condom. Scott barely notices the small pain of his nails digging in his back, the sharp white pleasure overwhelming all senses, to the point where he nearly collapses on the other. One hand keeps him shakily above, a breathless laugh leaving him as he strokes Qinghua's cock a couple more times in an almost teasing manner. Maybe it's the aphro that keeps him hard for just a while longer, cock still buried inside him as hips shakily jerk from his release.]
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When the kiss breaks, Shang Qinghua continues trailing messy, open-mouthed little kisses over his jaw, his throat, just anywhere he can reach while Scott finds his own release. It has him a little oversensitive by the end, but he likes that, the sharp sweetness of it like a fine wine.
His grip on his partner loosens, becomes soft stroking over his back and shoulders, absent-minded touch to ground them both in the moment that stretches on, languid now that the aphrodisiac has been sated. Or, at least, it has for Shang Qinghua, whose cultivation is naturally equipped to filter toxins out of his system quicker. Doesn't keep it from feeling good, though, the way Scott is still hard inside him.
He hooks a leg around his waist and shifts them both onto their sides to rest, without making him pull out just yet, pressing close enough he can feel Scott's heart beating. His laughter is light and breathless.] I don't think I've ever come that hard. Wow.
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Even as he softens, his cock slipping free, Scott doesn't let go, one hand moving to idly stoke the long hair that's spilled across Qinghua's back.]
Pretty strong stuff, wasn't it?
[He manages lightly, almost softly, heartbeat slowly resuming its normal pace as his breath even outs. Mmm, he almost feels back to normal, that burning heat and desperation no longer clouding his mind, but he still doesn't want to move just yet.]
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Yeah, it hit hard. [He agrees with a quiet laugh, closing his eyes and enjoying the hand smoothing over his hair, not wanting to move just yet either.]
How are you feeling now?
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Doesn't stop Scott from relaxing further when Shang Qinghua buries himself closer against his chest, and it's not like they're snuggling right? Right. Although, Scott's still in that mindset where he might be okay calling it that, before he starts feeling a little bad. Luckily, he usually waits until he's back in his room before all that guilt rears its ugly head. At least they've been influenced by a drug?? ...Yeah, maybe that's not the best thought, but it's fine. He's happy now.
Embrace it for the time being? He continues to stroke his fingers down his hair, before tangling their legs together.]
Mm, I'm okay. [Better than okay, really. Warm, relaxed, close with someone that he both likes and considers attractive.] How about you? You feeling okay?
[Not sore or anything?]
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Shang Qinghua laughs softly at the question directed back at him.] I feel great, actually. [A little sore, maybe, but it's going away fast - thank you, cultivation. It's altogether pleasant. If they weren't in a weird little pod, he thinks he could fall asleep like this, honestly, but he won't.]
First time I've gotten dosed, but it wasn't a bad experience, with you.
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That's nice, he thinks?? ...Yeah, it is, especially hearing him say that it was great-- that he feels good. Not that Scott considers himself to be a bad lover or anything, but aphrodisiacs is certainly new territory. He's... he's glad that he was able to give him a good time. Scott certainly enjoyed himself as well, that feeling lingering even as the the drug leaves his system.]
Same here. [He chuckles, lightly.] I'm... I'm glad that my first experience was nice. [Is this getting too emotional--] Thanks.
[Thanks for accepting his dick--]
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It feels a little funny to hear 'thanks' after sex. It makes him laugh, quiet and sudden, that kind of laughter that comes from genuinely feeling good.] I'm glad your first experience was nice too. [He says, a little teasingly, still giggling, though he tilts up to kiss his cheek to remove any offense.]
Thank you. [For the nice dick??]
@taintedpeony; welcome event
Oh good, because that's my favorite hobby! [Is there anything better than cracking jokes and clever insults about ridiculous courtiers or cultivators with a friend? He doesn't think so.
Alright, alright. He takes the water and uncaps it, drinking down half the bottle in one go. Hydrated enough for you??
He grins as Jin Guangyao talks about having to clean up everyone else's messes, understanding that feeling all too well.] Alright, then I'll be your accomplice, and we'll make a little bit of trouble.
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[Yes good. Shang Qinghua will get a soft kiss as a reward before he drinks the rest of the water. He's a doting type, unfortunately. He then curls up against him and wraps his arms around his waist, enjoying the warmth of his body against his own.]
Perfect. We can show them we can make big messes too and others will have to clean them. [Jin Guangyao felt relaxed in a way he hadn't in a while. He felt nice enough that he could just fall asleep against his friend if he wanted and he knew he would wake up safe. It was nice.]
Thank you for this experience, Qinghua.
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He laughs as he returns that soft kiss, settling back against the pillows and draping an arm over Jin Guangyao. The room is warm enough that this is quite pleasant, honestly.]
I don't think I remember how to make big messes and have someone else clean them up. [But it sounds like fun getting to try. He can admit he's in a unique position here, away from all his responsibilities.
Still, his smile softens.] How about we agree that thanks aren't necessary? Because I could thank you too.
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We have time to learn. Alright. You're right. I enjoyed having sex with you. I hope we can do that again sometime.
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[He trails off, not in a bad way, just not sure what he feels it's safe to say. It's easier to laugh, to agree,] I liked it too. We can definitely do that again sometime. [Teasing,] Maybe not right now, I need at least an hour.
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Haha. I understand this old man's back is not what it used to be. [He giggles, massaging his own lower back.] I think I want to take a nap on you. You are incredibly comfortable you know.
[Enjoy the full body cuddle he's giving you there Shang Qinghua.]
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Ha. You're not old. [He laughs, settling back against the pillows, both arms winding around him to hold him close and comfortable.] Or if you are, then so am I and I suppose we're in good company.
[A little hum, pleased. Look, he has nothing against cuddling, okay.] Honestly, a nap sounds great before we have to go back out to the party. I'm down for a nap.
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It does, doesn't it? I know I can socialize well if I must but sometimes all the interactions can be so exhausting. [He sighed softly against his friend feeling a deep sense of relaxation and safety he hadn't for a while. He wondered how different his life would have been if he had met someone like him when he was alive. Would he have made different choices?
Instead, the one who probably saw through him was his killer and the few who he had loved the most didn't understand him at all. But that was musing for another time. He was going to sleep while he could.]
@swordhardy; welcome event
[Ah, isn't he a looker? Shang Qinghua is suitably impressed as the clothes come off, hungry eyes roving over Rokurou's form, taking him in with evident delight. The finely-honed warrior's body is definitely Shang Qinghua's favorite type, not to mention that confidence. Maybe he's always admired guys like that, who look good and know it.
His laughter is breathless as he's pulled roughly into another kiss, and he digs his nails in to his sides as if he's clutching him close. Not hard enough to draw blood, not with his very blunt human nails, but still. He surges up into it to meet him, kissing him back just as messy, just as eager, lips parting automatically, tongue sliding against his.
Shang Qinghua arches into him as he pinches his nipple, the little jolt making him gasp against his mouth, and it turns to a real moan when his hand finds his cock, his balls. His hips twitch as if he wants to try and fuck into that hand, and his own hand drags down over Rokurou's back, the curve of his ass. Every touch, every nip of teeth, has that low fire in his core burning a little brighter.]
Fuck, that's nice- [He breathes out, between laying a few messy kisses on his face, his jaw.]
sorry for the slow!
Annoying. Limiting. He stops squeezing over the man's balls to reach up and break the links, requiring very little effort to do so. It's—the spirit of pretending like they're still chained up that counts, right? He flings the pieces of metal backwards haphazardly before chinning down, sinking his teeth into the fair column of Qinghua's throat. A rough snag of teeth, though not hard enough to draw blood—he is careful of that much—but enough to leave a possessive print of teeth behind.
He slides down, mouthing over adam's apple and clavicle, glancing up to watch the other man's face for a moment from beneath a veil of lashes and dark bangs. From this position, it is easier to see that his eyes are heterochromatic: hidden behind chops of bangs that part with the shift of his body, a demonic red eye pairs with a gold one, surrounded by a stain of black carapace. A sharp contrast of human and demonic qualities. The symbolism isn't subtle.
Tonguing down the middle of Qinghua's chest, he offers a very simple proposition after going back to kneading the man's cock with a hand: ]
Can I suck you off?
likewise :'D february has been a month...
[His tease trails off in a gasp as teeth sink into his throat, the sting making him moan and arch up against his partner, wanting that contact, wanting more. When he looks down, catches sight of those hungry eyes looking up at him, he draws in a breath. It's the first time he's really seen the eye hidden behind his hair, the red color of it, an obvious demonic trait. It is... so far from a dealbreaker.
He brings a hand up, touches the pads of his fingers to that mottled darkness around his eye, his touch gentle as he brushes his bangs aside. Shang Qinghua is flushed, his eyes dark and riveted, and he smiles wide at the question.]
Yeah. Fuck yes.
:’D I am the slowest… pls ignore me if too old!!
Qinghua’s eager answer earns a genuine laugh. Rokurou turns his mouth in to nip at his palm playfully, glancing back up at the other man with bright eyes. Mismatched, one daemonic and one human, but both with shades of pleasure melting in their hues.
With permission granted, he wastes no more time. Peeling back to slide down the bed, Rokurou’s head bows with a curtain of falling hair, edges ticking along Qinghua’s chest as he kisses his way down. Light, teasing presses with a flick of tongue until he reaches the base of the other man’s cock—there, he curls his fingers around its girth and strokes, smoothing scarred fingers along its ridges and shape. A moment of learning as he glances up from beneath a veil of dark lashes, checking Qinghua’s expressing before pressing his lips along its length.
He’s cute, so why not tease him? Rokurou huffs before kissing up to the tip and flirting his tongue over the head, tasting salt along the divot of a slit before trailing back down along a pronounced vein until he can press his nose into dark curls. From there, he glances up again, looking for approval. ]
it's all good, i'm happy to keep going!
It's almost a shame to have him pull away, but his destination is exciting too. The tickle of his hair against his skin, the press of lips and flick of tongue, would have him achingly hard if he weren't already obviously aroused. His breath catches as he stares down at this gorgeous man, touching him, teasing him in a way that gets soft, unconscious sounds out of him.]
Oh, that's nice. [He murmurs, enraptured, reaching a hand down to push back some of Rokurou's hair, thumbing over his cheek. He won't complain about the teasing too much - at least not yet, not while it's still fun. Shang Qinghua isn't quite desperate yet.]
Yay~
Settling a hand over Qinghua’s outer thigh, his thumb strokes idly as Rokurou grazes his lips back up the length of his erection before taking him properly. A plush slide of lips cushioning teeth and fall of dark hair as he angles forward, using his tongue to guide the head against his inner cheek for a rub. Still slow and tentative as he adjusts, relaxes, exhales through his nose and then sinks down as far as he can comfortably go.
Eager for more praise and touch, he lowers his eyelids and gets to work. The glide of his mouth is tight and hot, slick with added saliva and the cushion of his tongue. A motion that begins slowly but quickly works up in speed; strong shoulders roll with movement, muscles tighten and relax, a show of both strength and finesse as he focuses his attention on working his mouth around Qinghua’s cock. ]
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One of his hands rests over Rokurou's, on his thigh, thumbing over his knuckles as that tempting mouth trails over his cock, and then finally, finally takes him in. His mouth is hot and wet and perfect, and Shang Qinghua groans low, a drawn-out sound as fireworks of pleasure go off in him. It's only the second time he's ever been sucked off like this, and even this slow and exploratory mouthing over hard, sensitive flesh is incredible.]
That's so good, ah, you look so lovely with your mouth wrapped around me like that. [Shang Qinghua croons, hand dipping to thumb softly at the corner of his mouth, unable to take his eyes off him. At least until he takes up a more purposeful pace, mouth sliding over his cock in a way that feels so, so good. He moans again, shameless, fingers curling in his hair and pushing it out of his face, honey brown eyes sliding shut for a moment as a wave of warmth washes over him. His voice is breathless as he says,]
Yes, oh, that's perfect.
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It feels good. He feels good. Rokurou glances up at him, mismatched eyes bright before he dips down again to grind the head of Qinghua’s dick into his throat. Encouraging more of that voice, that shuddering breath. His fingers curl, digging down hard as he jerks Qinghua up to him, trying to guide him to the edge and then over with the coaxing suck of his mouth.
His next upward glance is more purposeful. A commanding look, one demanding that the older man give it all up and finish in his mouth so he can really taste him. Rokurou refuses to let him squirm away to come on the sheets; right now, this is all his. Give him what he wants. He’s younger and allowed to be unreasonable, right? ]
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It's incredible, the heady warmth that keeps building and building in his core, setting his nerves alight. His breath quickens as Rokurou seems to double his efforts, and god, who can deny a look like that? Shang Qinghua is absolutely happy to give him what he wants, indulge him. His hips jerk, an aborted little movement, and it doesn't take much longer at all for him to come, spilling hot into his mouth with a low groan of bliss.]
Ah, god, feels so good, you're so good to me, huh? [It's mindless babble in a pleasure-filled haze, more of that praise that he seems to like so much, because yes, he deserves all that and more for a blowjob that leaves him boneless and feeling tingly good all over. When he opens his eyes and looks downward, smiling, eyes still so dark as he takes him in - he gets just a glimpse of where Rokurou is hard against the sheets.] Fuck, so pretty, look at you. Let me help with that, you deserve to feel nice too.
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He leans back onto his knees when finished, looking quite pleased with himself. Turned on, he gives his erection a few lazy strokes, brief self-comfort as he rolls onto the bed beside Qinghua so that their heads are level. ]
How do you want to help me? [ his grin is wicked, teasing, ] I could use your thighs if you’re tired, but I’d really like to fuck you down into the mattress.
[ Daemons have too much energy, after all—and he’s vibrating with it, only energized by the effort of giving head. ]
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It takes more than that to wear me out. [He's a cultivator, after all, and while he might still have a refractory period (his novel-world was only that ridiculous when it came to the almighty protagonist), he has plenty of willingness to go.] Fuck me as hard as you want. I'm all yours.
[Too much energy makes for a fun time, in his opinion. With his free hand, he reaches across to the end table for the bottle of lube, dangling it teasingly, temptingly.]
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[ A teasing comment, but he sure as hell takes that bottle of lube. How much, exactly, will it take to wear Shang Qinghua out? Because the comment sounds like a challenge to a very challenge-motivated daemon.
He bows to snap his teeth over a thigh, giving a good bite before cracking the bottle open. A few drops slick his fingers before he rubs them up against Qinghua’s ass, beginning with a single finger. A thrust to the first knuckle, then the second, before gesturing to run against inner walls.
Despite appearances, he is a considerate man. Careful even when he wants to sink his fangs down and taste blood. A reckoning between man and monster, nature versus nurture. He is unwilling to hurt the other man (like this)—so Rokurou patiently works him open until he can comfortably scissor two fingers.
Patience thinned, he gives himself a few strokes to lube his dick before grabbing Qinghua’s hips, dragging him in hard with a playful snap. Wanting to waste no time and catch him while he’s still tingling in afterglow, Rokurou drives his cock inside with a relieved groan. A hot clutch that he’s been desperately wanting since before they even stripped.
Gripping hard onto hips while his tongue sweeps, Rokurou does as promised—throws himself into fucking Qinghua within an inch of his life. A flex of thick corded muscle, inky trails of dark hair, highlights of sweat along wheat skin. The effort, the grind, the ache… fuck. They all feel so good that they’re addicting and he doesn’t want to stop.
So he won’t. ]
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And as relaxed as he is already, it doesn't take long to work him open. Shang Qinghua is rocking back against his fingers soon, sighing pleasantly at the stretch and the wet glide of his digits. When he's pulled by the hips, he just laughs and reaches out for him to draw him closer, tilting his hips up, ready and open.]
Ah, fuck, that's good. [He moans, clenching around him as he thrusts inside, quick and hard and good in the way the ache combines with the hazy afterglow pleasure of his own orgasm. He rolls his hips as much as he can, gripped as hard as he is, but he also winds his arms around his neck to drag him down for a biting, open-mouthed kiss. They don't need restraint, or thought - he's happy to just lose himself in sensation, in the edge of almost too much that he'll remember after this is over.]
Hard, yes- ah!
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He exhales before surging down into the kiss with more urgency. Every thrust is a demand for more while continues to take, joyfully greedy and unrestrained. True enough: a daemon's stamina is not to be trifled with. The minutes pass and he continues to thrust, fingers digging hard into Qinghua's hips as he tosses the man this way and that, grabbing to angle him in ways that feel good. The game manager, who has been outside the door the whole time, idly checks his watch a few times out of boredom — not like they can reset the room until the current players are done.
Relishing the freedom to play freely, Rokurou breaks the kiss only to bite at Qinghua's neck and shoulders. Rough play that leaves plenty of red marks behind, but never quite crossing the line of too painful. He bites, he paws, he throws the older man around. Really, poor Qinghua deserves a medal after this. Or at least some nice aftercare.
When he finally does reach his climax after too much time has passed, he digs his filthy paws in to drag Qinghua hard against himself. Pulling out when he finishes doesn't even cross his mind; he goes balls deep, releasing inside, and shivering in the enjoyment of it. ]