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Delicate kisses trail up along soft, milky flesh, blunt nails softly digging into warm skin as the receptor exhales a wobbled breath.
Scara moans softly as his lover sucks gentle marks into porcelain skin, bandaged palms coursing plush thighs and kneading flesh gently. His acts deem almost reluctant, teasing as he bathes in the sweet noises exhaling his love. "What is it you desire, Kuni?”
Kazuha’s brows pinch, empathy seething through for a moment as he feels Scaramouche inhale a staggered breath, body growing stiff beneath pale fingertips, swallowing built saliva subconsciously formed after what felt like hours of apprehension. "I…"
He hesitates, sighing a murmured curse beneath his breath, Kazuha only pressing a soft kiss to his inner thigh, a gentle encouragement. "..want to be good for you.”
“Hm..” Bandaged fingertips carefully caress pale love-bit skin, brows quirking with interest. “Although, mere moments ago, you seemed reluctant towards my array of passion… What changed?"
Scara groans, lashes fluttering with a course shiver when a wandering palm deliberately slides beneath his loose yukata, softly fondling a rosy nipple. “Kazuha ." He huffs, voice stern.
Kazuha giggles, "I’m only teasing,” and with agonizing listlessness, he leans into Scaramouche, pressing a soothing kiss against the delicate skin of his ear. "how about using our manners for moments that require my service, and indulge in your fulfillment, hm?"
Maintaining eye contact, a palm slithers from the yukata— that was likely his own — hung loosely on his lover’s body, humming humbly at a soft quiver running throughout his spine as fingertips come in contact with a prominent poke beneath navy cloth.
It provokes a stifled whine to seethe through the balladeer's throat, thin hips pushing forward into the subtle touch Kazuha’s fingertips lay. He hears a pleased hum, trailing thin fingertips against cloth, allowing a thumb to toy at leaking dampness.
"Hm.. I’m not hearing an answer. Perhaps a proper punishment could be settl-"
" Please."
The plead quirks an impish brow from the ronin, lowering once more to attain Scara’s lips in a delicate yet ravenous ( more so on Scaramouche's side ) kiss. He tilts back, savoring the subtle chase of lips. "Hm? What was that, my love? My sincerest apologies, you may have to raise your vo-"
Scaramouche laments, palms scattering to dig into Kazuha's scalp, tugging him into a rough kiss. The latter allows himself to be dragged, though not reciprocating the frantic clash of teeth his lover sought so desperately. " Fucking Gods - Please, Kazuha! Please just fuck me, please! I’ll be good— I-I’ll— I’ll do anything just- please! "
The samurai obverses his lover with soft eyes, so contrastingly distinct from the balladeerʼs lust-fused ones. Eager and desperate, he concludes, just how he loved him. Kazuha sweeps him off his daze with a low murmur, followed by a rather devilish chuckle Scaramouche didn’t quite like the sound of.
“Anything, you propose?" Mischief tips at his tongue, a wrapped palm deliberately kneading into the flesh of the shorter's thighs, and Scara can only gulp from his own prior foolish pleads. "How moldable you are into such divine slivers of art, my dove. Though, I can only wonder... If such pliancy will seethe through when I fuck you.."
Such vile words, and yet the low, earthly tone of Kazuha’s voice soothes such sexual utterances, leaving Scaramouche feeling helpless beneath him. He groans softly, hips rutting against his fingertips as they slug on his boner.
"Stop— t-teasing .." Hips subconsciously thrust into an agonizing touch, thighs beginning to shake with sensitivity as leaks of pre-cum spurt against navy cloth.
The white-haired softly hushes the former harbinger's whimpers, leaning to press soft kisses all along his jawbone, trailing up to pepper the stray tears fallen from beautiful violet crystals.
"You’re doing so well, doing an outstanding job for me…" Kazuha softly hums into his ear as he nimbly licks the shell, suckling gently, basking in the pretty little gasp he earns. "Be patient, and you will be rewarded."
And with his words, Scara's yukata was hastily discarded, his dick soon peeled away from the tight navy cloth held over, Scaramouche moaning from the frigid air and pure relief . A thumb gradually circles his tip, a sweet whimper bubbling up Scaramouche's throat the ronin hastily captures with his lips.
Within sluggish motions, Kazuha pumps his lover's cock, lips fixated against one another, drinking up every slight clatter from the smaller. Muffled sobs and whines soon fill the silent room of its atmosphere, a soft plead of desperation from the balladeer.
Scaramouche makes a poor attempt at propelling his hips, rather letting out repressed sobs as Kazuha's freehand shoots to his side, digging into the frail bone of his hip, pressing him further into the mattress. He hums lowly between their lips, detaching with an abnormal flicker in those vermillion irises.
"Scara.." Kazuha hums, a small warning, breathing against his lips as his brows subtly knit together, leaving a sudden halt to his motion against Scaramouche’s dripping cock.
Scaramouche merely huffs in frustration, mind hazed with reckless desire of fulfillment. Lunging forward in an attempt to capture his lips into another kiss, he pushes his hips into the samurai’s fist, a wrecked keen escaping his throat as he gets ahold of friction.
" Kunikuzushi. ." Kazuha murmurs against his lips, tone growing gentle, gazing with fondness into tear-filled violet. He was mindful of his love’s games, for his urge for him to snap and fuck him senseless, till he was a blubbering mess against their futon. Kazuha knew him all too well, his psyche games and tactics fail the more attempted.
The use of his name— his real name— finally catches some attention of the wrecked balladeer. His eyes glimpse into his love’s, seeing faint crystals around watering lashes. He catches a gentle smile of adoration from the samurai, the admiration rendering his stomach weak. A strange feeling.
"There's my love," The mundane voice of his lover lolls a vivid flush to uprise his cheeks, something foreign yet so sweetly familiar dug deep beneath his earthly tone. Scara lets out a pleading whine, hips trembling beneath Kazuha’s firm yet gentle hold.
" Shh .. It is alright, my dove… Relax for me.." A gentle thumb wipes tear-streaked skin, gazing into violet irises with admiration. He hums, compassionately, "I understand, I understand how troublesome this is for you. How your mind cannot compromise what your heart truly desires.“
A murmured whimper tangles between Scaramouche’s throat, eyes crescenting with gentle tears webbing between his lashes. "You’re doing so well, just as you had hoped to. Don’t you wish to be rewarded?"
Scaramouche stills, nods timidly, and glances into Kazuha’s eyes, violet shining with stray tears. Kazuha felt almost pitiful peering into the beautiful love he could call his own, with deep strands splayed so beautifully and thighs shuttering with aching need, saliva drooling from the corners of his lips, and eyes tearfully woeful… He couldn’t help but withdraw the urge to eat him up right then and there.
"So polite when using our manners, when using our voice for beautiful hymns, rather venom." Within a swift movement, Scaramouche finds his leg tossed over the samurai's shoulder, suddenly much closer than moments prior. Samurai benefits , he supposed, though the aching need in his stomach could only blossom.
"Allow me to give what it is you desire, all I ask of is your patience in return. Can you do that for me, my dove?" He peers into watering indigo, slowly resting still trails up his forearm with a free palm.
The balladeer swallows built saliva beneath his love pooling gaze, adam's apple slowly bobbing as he nods with gentle timidity. Kazuha’s manner uplifts with his restful smile, cupping his cheek as he carefully caresses pale skin. "Thank you for trusting me." He smiles softly, peering lower against the puppet's bare chest, resting an easing kiss upon slicked lips.
It was softer than the rest, pure warmth radiating against their lips as they clash gently, Scaramouche whining softly as calloused palms carefully caress his skin, another slowly trailing his hip and pulling skin closer to one another.
He was a beautiful wreck, in Kazuha’s eyes. Hands tangled in white locks, weeping and shuddering beneath the simplest of touches, soft whimpers becoming muffled as tongues slowly intertwine.
Scara’s hips raise, Kazuha’s palm lifting bare skin to his own, softly rubbing his sensitive dick against his clothed one. Scaramouche whimpers, shooting a hand out to tug against the fabric of Kazuha’s briefs. The samurai hums knowingly between intertwined lips, Scaramouche only catching from his peripheral, a skilled palm unraveling the silk around his yukata .
Scaramouche gapes at just the bare length of him, his love slowly pulling from their feverish session, a thin line trailing from their tongues. "Enjoying the view, love?" He teases softly against his lips, no true seduce behind his tone, simply playing around with his love.
Scaramouche groans in annoyance, glancing away from crimson irises. "Oh my fucking gods — Do you ever know when to shut it?" Kazuha only giggles at his malice, the same melodic giggle Scara wishes he could catch on vinyl, play over and over, feeling its warm embrace and fluttering feeling in his stomach.
"You flatter me, Kuni."
“Quit being a damn tease and get on with it..."
"So needy," Kazuha giggles once more, chapped lips pressing a soft kiss against slickened ones, briefly departing, gazing into beautiful violet crystals. "have you brought the lubricant for me?"
Scaramouche sucks a nimble breath, eyes darting to his side with a gentle rose hinting porcelain cheeks. "..Brown box, beside the bed."
Kazuha hums lightly. " Good boy. ” A soft kiss is pressed to his temple before Kazuha carefully slips from between his legs, Scaramouche following his every move as he reaches aside their shared futon, soon slotting himself around his legs once more with a small vial of oil.
"Ass up, on your stomach." Kazuha commands softly, hand slowly scaling his waist, a gentle grounding tactic he learned from prior sessions. "You can hug the pillow, if you’d like.”
"Yeah, thanks for the permission." He mumbles snarkily. Rosy cheeks tint even deeper (if that was even possible ), the awkward position subtly sinking in his brain, having to exhibit himself for his lover. Even if it had been done before.. it didn’t make it less embarrassing . "...Do I seriously have to?"
Kazuha quirks a brow, humming. "Would you rather I fuck you face up?" He inquires, modest, though it was evidently more daunting than anything in his eyes. "To watch as your beautiful features fall apart on my cock, make you keep eye contact with me as I devour you... Is that what you wish, Kuni?"
Scaramouche gulps, mouth dry. Celestia above .
"Though the position will not be a bother... I distinctly recall your wish of pertaining obedience..” And though the lack of venom to his voice, keeping the same light mundane tone as always, Scaramouche could tell he was beyond amused.
He grumbles small annoyances with flushed cheeks as he turns against the pillow, carefully positioning himself in a way he knew his love would enjoy— ..yet still would salvage the reminisce of his pride. "You are the fucking worst."
"You wound me," The ronin giggles with feigned offense, hand reaching to softly knead the plumpness of his love’s ass. "I will begin now, do not forget to tell me if you need a moment to breath. I will stop immediately."
Scaramouche’s mouth opens for a moment, only a moment to retort some snide comeback against his love’s tender care, though instead he finds a loud cry exhaling his lips as a thin finger pokes its way around his pink entrance. He glances with teary eyes, Kazuha stood focused upon his expression, evidently searching for any discomfort.
“Please.” He finds his own voice filling his ears. A subconscious plead said accidental, one so unlike himself it almost scares him.
The ronin gleams a soft smile, leaning against bare skin as he locks lips into his own, a soft moan exhaling Scaramouche’s lips as his eyes flutter, feeling a finger slowly intrude his hole, body tensing before relaxing beneath Kazuha’s gentle twine of lips.
Another. Scaramouche huffs a heated breath as their lips part, the feeling of warm air puffing against his lips trickling a tingling sensation up his spine as Kazuha’s fingers move with unhurried motions. In and out, repeat. It causes a soft groan to flee the balladeer’s throat, rushing to dig black nails into the cheap silk beneath him.
He can faintly hear soft praises, gentle encouragements that render him practically defenseless, a final finger slipping into him with ease, squeezing around them with a weak mewl. The finger curls into him slowly, Scaramouche whining a breathless moan as slender fingers dig deeper, moans muffling into his pillow.
They stop. Kazuha titters gently against his skin as Scaramouche groans with evident annoyance, hazily lowering from his haze.“So well… you’re doing so well for me, my love."
Scaramouche stares behind him for a moment, "Y-you stopped to fucking compliment me?" and Kazuha peers back blankly, mouth slowly quirking as soft laughter begins to bubble throughout his throat.
Though, his amusement only fills fury from the balladeer, brows furrowing as he frowns. "What? What’s so funny, jackass?"
Scara’s prominent exasperation provokes a soft sigh from the ronin’s lips, breath slowly evening as he hums, "I stopped so I could ask if you were ready, Kuni."
Kazuha was big. Oh, gods , he was so big .
Scara whines a muffled sob as he plummets into his pillow, one faintly scented of soil and grass, the scent of his lover. "Kazu- h-ha.. Fuck. " His hands scramble to wrap trembling arms around the pillow, eyes squeezing as Kazuha’s length carefully pushes deeper.
" Mm .. There we are, good boy. .." A soft voice murmurs, one Scaramouche immediately slips enchanted beneath, breathing out an airy whine. "Take all of the time you need, I am right here." Heated breath hovers against his backside, pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses all along his spine.
He whines against frugal silk, the fine material becoming stained with tears and saliva. "Deeper, d-deeper— Shit, deeper, please, Kazu —"
A wrecked sob flees drooling lips as just half of him finally slips its way inside, mixing in unison with a small groan from Kazuha. He mumbles something beneath his breath, the balladeer faintly catching a quiet curse, followed by a stifled 'tight'.
His lithe body practically swallows him whole, face dug into the pillow as his legs tremble, mind hazing, only leveling being the gentle clasp Kazuha held against dainty hipbones. He could hear the loft breaths of his lover, seemingly making an effort to steady his breathing as he was, and Scaramouche could only think... Seriously ? He was fucking panting?
He rasps a gentle ( needy ) wail, hips greedily making a poor attempt at grinding back into Kazuha’s length, a groan seething through saliva-glossed lips. "More, p-please, please -"
"So polite," Pale palms loll his sides, Scaramouche quickly reveling in how ample his hands were, how significant they were compared to his. How he could grasp his waist so effortlessly, manhandle him as he pleased. It would be so easy . "I hadn’t even asked for manners to be used, although nonetheless.. You choose to cry such beautiful hymns all on your own.."
The grip around his hipbone flexes as he feels Kazuha’s dick deliberately slide deeper into his pursing hole, a gasp shooting out of the balladeer, quickly followed by a stifled moan as Kazuha mindfully tests the waters, sliding half of him in and out for a moment too quick.
Scara groans, patience thinning. "H-how much do I have to fucking b-beg for you to just put it i—" All air flees from his throat as Kazuha— in the blink of a fucking eye— pushes himself inside, bottoming out with a final groan, softly grinding into his skin for a final second.
"Insatiable.. ."
He cries a broken moan into the pillow, saliva dampening the silk, feeling his lover’s breath hovering against his spine as he heaves breathlessly. Thin hands remain still against his hipbone, the delicate patterns evoking a light whimper.
Light hushes breath gentle praises into violet locks, Kazuha’s own eyes peacefully closed as he allows his love to subsist, patiently waiting with quiet breaths as he scales quivering thighs.
The ronin’s rubber band had long been disposed of, pale locks flowing against his shoulders as he presses gentle kisses along the balladeer’s spine, leaving excess attention to the little electro emblem crowning his nape. Scaramouche makes a soft grumble, an endearing muffle he often does, in Kazuha’s eyes, though he knew it was more attempted speech rather complaint.
"Hm?" He hums softly into choppy strands, eyes fluttering wide to admire his lover, despite it being only his backside.
".. ’M ready... Move .. please ?"
Kazuha swallows dryly.
A loud, echoing sob flees Scaramouche’s lips as Kazuha makes his first motion, nails digging into his hips, ones sure to make bruises the following morning. His eyes clench and fingernails dig into soft silk, the male behind him soon making a small pattern. In, out. Breathe. In, out. Repeat .
It was how gentle Kazuha was with him, maybe, that made Scaramouche’s heart flip. With every plead and sob, plead for more, plead for him , Kazuha would comply with devotion, giving him everything he desired and more, wrapping him in a warm blanket of love .
It wasn’t In Scaramouche's nature to succumb so easily. He was never the kind to deliberately relinquish himself to anyone, anything , listlessly giving away his vitality for something so utterly stupid once… He struck an exterior of ice and a manner of dishonesty, assuring one would never toy with the strings in his heart.
Though, even he himself as a sole puppet , felt love pool every ounce of devotion and protection onto him... It felt natural.
He feels tears trickle porcelain skin as his legs weaken beneath him, feverish moans and cries only serving the white-haired samurai morale, humming delicate praises into his ear as his back arches, pace quickening, aforementioned pattern falling irrelevant.
“How have I gotten so lucky?”
“The stars would not dare contend such beauty.."
“Doing so well, all for me.”
Oh, gods, he was going to kill him.
He allows himself to flourish beneath the samurai, to wallow in his soft praise and gentle touches, fragile cries fleeing flushed lips as Kazuha heeds each ravenous cry for more . Kazuha’s clasp grew firm, calloused palms lugging Scara’s hips for him, meeting in sync with his gentle thrusts, a puny whimper slipping from the back of his throat as he abides being manhandled.
He could feel Kazuha inside of him, breaking and battering him to a mushy pile of bone and flesh, tears staining his cheeks as his whines pitch higher. "F-fuck.. Mmh! S-shit- Kazu.. h-ha..! Kiss- please— Kiss m- Mmph!"
Softly chapped lips slice through blubbering pleads, sweet moans and cries muffling throughout Kazuha’s mouth as tongues clash, desperation evident in both men, their teeth clacking. Scaramouche’s brain flutters with a gentle haze, fuzziness filling his vision as the room’s atmosphere fell hot, almost unbearably so.
" Stay with me, Kuni …" He hears a faint whisper when their lips part, whining gently as he chases the heated breath hovering atop his lips. Kazuha chuckles, shifting a single palm to his cheek. “My dove, my starlight... So truly breathtaking, taking all of me so ably... Are you going to cum for me?"
And Scaramouche fully squeals beneath him, heaving in open-mouthed huffs, tongue still against his lower lip. "Y- yes — let me cum, please , I’ve been— Ngh! - s’ good , please , p -please .. ! " He squirms against the scarred torso hung around his body, panting exasperated breaths as heated gusts of air intertwined. He was too hot. Everything was just too fucking hot .
Kazuha titters against flushed skin, thrust subtly growing hastier as he gently thumbs violet bangs from a moist forehead, a serene distraction. "You have, haven’t you? Sought my every wish so pliantly, so wonderfully... You’ve done so well for me, my dove."
The smaller revolts beneath his words, a course shudder flooding his body as his eyes clench and brows pinch, voice breaking as he cries a weak moan. Kazuha smiles, so softly, so warmly, carefully shifting his breath against his ear, humming lowly.
" Cum for me, Kunikuzushi.. "
A pitched moan flees the balladeer's throat as he feels a temperate brush against is prostate, eyes clenching with small drawn-out whimpers as he finally feels himself tip over the edge. He flinches, feeling a calloused palm carefully take hold of his cock, weeping wordless blubbers as it slowly milks out his orgasm.
Scaramouche’s breathing falls frigid, vision growing hazy as thick ivory spurts from his tip, biting frugal silk, a weak endeavor of muffling weak chimes exhaling from deep within his chest. The palm that caressed gentle circles against his abdomen jolts a sharp yelp from the balladeer as it presses gently, feeling the bulge of his love twitch within him.
A faded whine cascades sore lips, whimpering a broken cry as all he could do was lay in Kazuha’s hold and take it. He cries careless gibberish of Kazuha’s name as he feels his thrusts fall slower, sloppier, body shivering with hypersensitivity as chapped lips press away unknown tears that pool upon his cheeks.
" Shh .. I am right here… Just a bit longer.." Soft lips press gently to his temple, staying a moment longer before hoisting himself up with a palm on Scara’s midriff, thrusting negligently. “Would you like me to release inside of you?"
Scaramouche could barely breathe. He nods eagerly, visibly in another world, the morsel of conciseness held distrusting his vocal cords. His body quickly became hyper-aware of every single notion made by his love, every breath, every touch, every thrust .
Scara shivers feeling his love suck gentle marks into his spine, wrapped palms coursing down plush skin and kneading into the softness with prestige. Kazuha chokes a gentle groan, feeling over sensitive walls squeeze around his dick, blending in unison with a weak sob from his love.
The ronin’s head tips to the beautiful electro mark lied upon pale skin, nipping softly around it, ravishing needy whines and the soft glow it pulls from the imprint. He hums, breath stabilizing, “ Archons, Kuni...”
" Such a good boy , all for me… Want me to fill you up, ‘hm?"
“Y-yes! Ah! F-fuck, p— lease-!"
Scaramouche’s vision bares white for a moment, just a moment as he feels his insides flood to the brim with a thick, warm substance, a final broken moan exhaling his lips as Kazuha deflates, sighing an airy moan in his ear.
They remain still for while longer. Overstimulation renders the balladeer into a whining mess, all while the samurai cradles him gently, quietly pulling out of Scaramouche’s warmth. Gentle kisses press against Scaramouche’s forehead, a subtle distraction as he whines softly in protest beneath him.
Faded whimpers timidly seethe through parted lips as pale arms wrap around his body, head nuzzled into the warmth of his chest, limbs trembling. Kazuha sighs against his violet strands, holding him so tenderly, pale lashes kissing his cheeks as he breathes in the balladeer’s warm scent, along with a trace of aftermath sex.
The small notion in Kazuha’s brain softly reminds him to clean the two up before getting settled for sleep, though the tranquility radiating off his love’s skin is quick to halt him, Scara already nuzzled into his chest and breathing slowly evening.
“ I love you, Kunikuzushi. ”
The balladeer merely responds with an indistinct grumble, nuzzling deeper into the warmth of Kazuha’s skin, and Kazuha only laughs with pure admiration. He didn’t need to hear the words from him. He understood in a sense, why he had yet to murmur those three words in their span of devotion towards one another.
Though, deep beyond irritated scowls and expressionless facades… Kazuha knew the love he held for him was too reciprocated.
And that was all he needed.