Oh, that's a normal part of having a dick. If that happens, that's easy to get rid of.
[closes eyes intensely because this is...not a good spot for Hizamaru to be. THIS IS REALLY NOT A GOOD SPOT FOR HIZAMARU TO BE. Illumi has found a Specific Weakness™ and he will probably exploit it for his own needs i hate everything]
...Do you want to know how to make it go away when it does something like that?
[Horrendously? Hizamaru is not bothered or cowed by Illumi approaching. He's not even in his clothes yet! His eyes look over Illumi's face questioningly, but there's... not much to see.]
Okay.
[He very obediently moves to the bed to sit, keeping his pants off.]
[After Hizamaru moves to sit, Illumi slowly comes over to kneel in front of him. He carefully reaches forward, places his hands against the other's knees.]
[He really should be more apprehensive of literally everyone, but alas, he's a sword. His brother said Illumi was "funny," and if Higekiri likes someone, he trusts that.
[Even having been with Polly, he's... green. She did most of the work, of course, because he had never done anything like that or this before. He does remember, though, how it felt.
And the body is unfortunately human.
He starts to get hard almost immediately. The muscles of his stomach and thighs tighten, but the legs don't close, and he doesn't jerk. Really, it's hard not to roll himself up into the palm. He's trying to be good and behave.]
Well, if you're by yourself...you don't need anyone else. You can use your own hands.
[His other hand actually moves up, reaching for Hizamaru's nearest hand. He grasps his wrist, guides the hand down to where his other hand is.]
Here. I'll make space for you. [He shifts his hand up the other's cock, though he doesn't let go. His grasp even tightens, slightly.] Put your hand on yourself. Don't be shy.
[He says, even as he's the one pulling Hizamaru's hand towards himself. He's really the one in control here.]
[There's no resistance when Illumi pulls his hand down. There's no rebellion either, of course. His fingers slowly close around the base of his cock, and he exhales quick and sharp at the pressure above and below.]
Like... with Polly-san...? But... she used her mouth. It felt strange, but... good. But doing this makes... it grow until...
[He glances away as if he's actually a little embarrassed. Wow.]
[He sighs, eyes flitting down to both of their hands.]
You can't use your own mouth. [The huff he lets out almost sounds like a laugh.] And yes, it has to grow, but if you continue to touch it...
[His finger shift down until they're almost intertwined. Now, he grasps both Hizamaru's hand and his cock, sliding them both up and down, slowly. A steady pace, back and forth.]
It'll be better. You'll see. [Hm.] Do you want me to use my mouth to help? Hm?
[The truly SCARY thing is he most certainly could probably use his own mouth. But anyway, let's not think about that right now.]
I--
[Both lips are pinched between his teeth momentarily; he exhales through his nose and makes a throaty, pleasant whine. When his eyes unsqueeze, he nods with timid earnesty.]
Yes.
[He's embarrassed this human body reacts without any say from him, but... he remembers how good it felt before, and, in the absence of bad, he decides he would like to have it again.]
[Thank you, Hizamaru. Illumi's eyes almost glimmer with a restrained sort of excitement. It's a pity, he thinks, that his nen abilities have been locked off - how much more potent could this be, if he brought hypnosis into it, pushed the man like a little doll up towards the edge of a mental cliff...?]
[But for now, all he can do is bend his head down, his eyes trying to capture every twitch and movement of the man's face.]
Alright.
[He says, like he's giving the man a mercy, even though he's the one who pushed him into this situation in the first place. He opens his lips slowly before taking the head in. In the meantime, he'll keep helping the other stroke up and down, keeping the pace slow, almost teasing.]
[Say a little prayer to himself that his big brother won't be upset he is doing something like this with someone else--someone Higekiri found amusing, no less--without letting the big brother go first.
But he doesn't stop Illumi from continuing.]
Please... handle me with care...
[It's not much different than with Polly, he finds. His body is having the same reactions, the same feelings. He's hard and hot, and the mouth feels good, and the hands are going but somewhat rough, a surprising and concerning attraction. Instead of pinched lips, it's an open mouth. Both canines are quite sharp, and a hum rattles behind them.]
["Handle me with care"? What a request. Like an object would ask towards its master.]
[He almost wants to laugh. People are already objects. For sure, he'll handle him with care. He's a fine weapon, after all. But in the end, once an object or weapon has served its purpose, what else do you do with it but throw it away?]
[He won't say anything to that, however - he only lets out a hum, sinking down slightly to take a little more into his mouth. Those canines...he wonders what it feels like to be bitten. A sword is sharp, after all.]
[The pace he's making Hizamaru go quickens a little.]
[The first unbridled moan that comes trembles out of him. It sounds like he's trying to hold onto some semblance of professionalism, but all of this is making it terribly difficult.
His hand squeezes, a mistake, and he lets out another quiet moan. He's not sure what to do with the other hand, though it feels natural to push it back through Illumi's hair. He doesn't force his hips up or Illumi's head down, he's too polite for that, but every so often he does tug unintentionally when a particularly good wave of feeling is pulled up through his cock.
Strange, this and what had transpired with Polly are almost the same, but what happened with Junpei in the lounge was not quite to this extent. Getting use to a human body is buckwild.]
[trial: happens] "okay back to this cursed thread"
[He feels the other's hand curling in his hair, and he takes the moment to give himself a chance to breathe, exhaling with a sort of pleased shudder.]
Ah. How nice.
[His tongue makes circles over the other's head, languidly, as he moves down again to take him in completely into his mouth. Yes, please keep touching him, Hizamaru. He'll make sure to keep guiding the other's hand as it moves.]
[Illumi's teeth move down, slightly scrape against the sensitive skin.]
[The teeth very unfortunately do it about as good as the hair pulling for Illumi. The moan is sudden, a surprise, but no less thrilled. When he arches, he falls back onto an elbow before giving up and lying back.
He was doing great until the teeth. Those wrapped a tight collar around his neck and yanked him forward through the feeling. It starts below his navel, a hot tingle, and when he squeezes himself with one fist the fingers of the other, tangled in the hair, pull. The guidance isn't thrown off so much as he just starts pumping faster beneath it.]
[The pull to his hair is more insistent, almost hurting. That's fine. Illumi will allow that, because he likes that, and he'll forgive Hizamaru for his transgression. His grip tightens around Hizamaru's hand, like a slight warning.]
Mmm. [He dips in, exhaling as he goes, before using his teeth to scrape up to his tip. He detaches for a brief second to murmur:]
Relax.
[And then back down again. His teeth dig in a little bit more, like he almost aims on leaving a mark.]
[It’s like fighting, he thinks. His pulse is racing, there’s an electric current in his veins driving him forward, the buzz of blood in his ears. The formal, polite restraint from before has dissolved. When he moans this time, it’s painful and pleasurable, somewhat loud.
From his thighs to his knees, he tenses, and the plane of his stomach draws taut. It’s the only warning Illumi gets. The mouth is like the bite of a blade, and he’s use to that, he understands that. He doesn’t say anything at all when he comes because he doesn’t know any different.
He just bares his sharp teeth, squeezes shut his golden eyes, and chokes on the low groan in his throat.]
[He grunts as it comes, attempting to swallow most of it down as he can. The taste...is very human. How interesting. Human in so many ways, and yet how he thinks, how he acts...]
[So naive. Like a mold of clay yet to be shaped. He finally detaches himself as he feels it coming to an end, some of it spilling over his lips and chin. He licks it off, dark eyes flitting up as if to capture the other's gaze in his own, like a web.]
See? I told you it was easy. [And if his grip has slackened on his hair, Illumi will move up, one of his hands moving to try to rest on the other's face, pull him in.] You liked it, didn't you?
[Really the only thing he can do for a moment is try to catch his breath. Even being a skilled sword with good stamina—this kicks the wind out of him in an entirely different way. Amazing.
Face flushed, his fingers do untangle since he tries to sit up enough to look at Illumi, but the hand catches him and starts pulling him in. He goes without any hesitation.]
Are you okay, Illumi-san? I’m sorry about...
[The majority if his face heats up. He throbs with afterthought.] I— Yes... [Look, he might be shy now, but he won’t say it wasn’t good.]
[The way his fingers curl over the man's cheek almost seems gentle, but there's a tightness to it that keeps Hizamaru where he is. Illumi moves up, presses his lips against the side of the other's lips. Not a true kiss, by any means. It's almost like a signature. Hizamaru can probably taste himself on the man's lips.]
You can do it to yourself whenever you like. Like you said, in the mornings. [Isn't he helpful? Isn't he nice?] There's actually a lot more than that. But it's up to you if you want to find out more...
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Perhaps? [He actually smirks a little?] Why, you never used it for that before coming here?
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No... The first time was with Polly-san when she asked.
Sometimes, it would... [He's not sure how to explain it, so he, half-dressed, makes a motion like something lifting.] Grow? But then it would go away.
And in the mornings after waking up, like it has grown overnight.
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[closes eyes intensely because this is...not a good spot for Hizamaru to be. THIS IS REALLY NOT A GOOD SPOT FOR HIZAMARU TO BE. Illumi has found a Specific Weakness™ and he will probably exploit it for his own needs i hate everything]
...Do you want to know how to make it go away when it does something like that?
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You can... make it go away faster? It goes away on it's own, but it takes some time.
I... Yes, I would like to know how.
sword-touching going to other sword-touching real fast i hate this
[He's coming closer? He's coming closer. Bye, personal space.]
I'll show you. [Hm.] You can sit on the bed. Keep your pants off.
please handle little hiza well
Okay.
[He very obediently moves to the bed to sit, keeping his pants off.]
please don't say that
[He likes that.]
[After Hizamaru moves to sit, Illumi slowly comes over to kneel in front of him. He carefully reaches forward, places his hands against the other's knees.]
Open your legs.
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So his legs bloom open slowly under the hands.]
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[He's so inexperienced, its almost funny. Its almost sad, too.]
[But Illumi has no ability to feel sad over a thing like this. An inexperienced man is a foolish man.]
[A foolish man is one he can reach out and mold to his own desires, as long as he's willing.]
The first thing to remember... [He leans forward, tilts his head.] ...Is that something like this requires a lot of contact.
[One of his hand hesitates, before slides over the other's groin before resting on top of his dick. His fingers slowly curl, grasps it lightly.]
Like so.
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And the body is unfortunately human.
He starts to get hard almost immediately. The muscles of his stomach and thighs tighten, but the legs don't close, and he doesn't jerk. Really, it's hard not to roll himself up into the palm. He's trying to be good and behave.]
F-from someone else...?
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[His other hand actually moves up, reaching for Hizamaru's nearest hand. He grasps his wrist, guides the hand down to where his other hand is.]
Here. I'll make space for you. [He shifts his hand up the other's cock, though he doesn't let go. His grasp even tightens, slightly.] Put your hand on yourself. Don't be shy.
[He says, even as he's the one pulling Hizamaru's hand towards himself. He's really the one in control here.]
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[There's no resistance when Illumi pulls his hand down. There's no rebellion either, of course. His fingers slowly close around the base of his cock, and he exhales quick and sharp at the pressure above and below.]
Like... with Polly-san...? But... she used her mouth. It felt strange, but... good. But doing this makes... it grow until...
[He glances away as if he's actually a little embarrassed. Wow.]
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[He sighs, eyes flitting down to both of their hands.]
You can't use your own mouth. [The huff he lets out almost sounds like a laugh.] And yes, it has to grow, but if you continue to touch it...
[His finger shift down until they're almost intertwined. Now, he grasps both Hizamaru's hand and his cock, sliding them both up and down, slowly. A steady pace, back and forth.]
It'll be better. You'll see. [Hm.] Do you want me to use my mouth to help? Hm?
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I--
[Both lips are pinched between his teeth momentarily; he exhales through his nose and makes a throaty, pleasant whine. When his eyes unsqueeze, he nods with timid earnesty.]
Yes.
[He's embarrassed this human body reacts without any say from him, but... he remembers how good it felt before, and, in the absence of bad, he decides he would like to have it again.]
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[Thank you, Hizamaru. Illumi's eyes almost glimmer with a restrained sort of excitement. It's a pity, he thinks, that his nen abilities have been locked off - how much more potent could this be, if he brought hypnosis into it, pushed the man like a little doll up towards the edge of a mental cliff...?]
[But for now, all he can do is bend his head down, his eyes trying to capture every twitch and movement of the man's face.]
Alright.
[He says, like he's giving the man a mercy, even though he's the one who pushed him into this situation in the first place. He opens his lips slowly before taking the head in. In the meantime, he'll keep helping the other stroke up and down, keeping the pace slow, almost teasing.]
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But he doesn't stop Illumi from continuing.]
Please... handle me with care...
[It's not much different than with Polly, he finds. His body is having the same reactions, the same feelings. He's hard and hot, and the mouth feels good, and the hands are going but somewhat rough, a surprising and concerning attraction. Instead of pinched lips, it's an open mouth. Both canines are quite sharp, and a hum rattles behind them.]
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[He almost wants to laugh. People are already objects. For sure, he'll handle him with care. He's a fine weapon, after all. But in the end, once an object or weapon has served its purpose, what else do you do with it but throw it away?]
[He won't say anything to that, however - he only lets out a hum, sinking down slightly to take a little more into his mouth. Those canines...he wonders what it feels like to be bitten. A sword is sharp, after all.]
[The pace he's making Hizamaru go quickens a little.]
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His hand squeezes, a mistake, and he lets out another quiet moan. He's not sure what to do with the other hand, though it feels natural to push it back through Illumi's hair. He doesn't force his hips up or Illumi's head down, he's too polite for that, but every so often he does tug unintentionally when a particularly good wave of feeling is pulled up through his cock.
Strange, this and what had transpired with Polly are almost the same, but what happened with Junpei in the lounge was not quite to this extent. Getting use to a human body is buckwild.]
[trial: happens] "okay back to this cursed thread"
Ah. How nice.
[His tongue makes circles over the other's head, languidly, as he moves down again to take him in completely into his mouth. Yes, please keep touching him, Hizamaru. He'll make sure to keep guiding the other's hand as it moves.]
[Illumi's teeth move down, slightly scrape against the sensitive skin.]
i almost forgot and boy i wish i had
He was doing great until the teeth. Those wrapped a tight collar around his neck and yanked him forward through the feeling. It starts below his navel, a hot tingle, and when he squeezes himself with one fist the fingers of the other, tangled in the hair, pull. The guidance isn't thrown off so much as he just starts pumping faster beneath it.]
This body... is... again. Like fighting...
we need to get sexbucks somehow
Mmm. [He dips in, exhaling as he goes, before using his teeth to scrape up to his tip. He detaches for a brief second to murmur:]
Relax.
[And then back down again. His teeth dig in a little bit more, like he almost aims on leaving a mark.]
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[It’s like fighting, he thinks. His pulse is racing, there’s an electric current in his veins driving him forward, the buzz of blood in his ears. The formal, polite restraint from before has dissolved. When he moans this time, it’s painful and pleasurable, somewhat loud.
From his thighs to his knees, he tenses, and the plane of his stomach draws taut. It’s the only warning Illumi gets. The mouth is like the bite of a blade, and he’s use to that, he understands that. He doesn’t say anything at all when he comes because he doesn’t know any different.
He just bares his sharp teeth, squeezes shut his golden eyes, and chokes on the low groan in his throat.]
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[He grunts as it comes, attempting to swallow most of it down as he can. The taste...is very human. How interesting. Human in so many ways, and yet how he thinks, how he acts...]
[So naive. Like a mold of clay yet to be shaped. He finally detaches himself as he feels it coming to an end, some of it spilling over his lips and chin. He licks it off, dark eyes flitting up as if to capture the other's gaze in his own, like a web.]
See? I told you it was easy. [And if his grip has slackened on his hair, Illumi will move up, one of his hands moving to try to rest on the other's face, pull him in.] You liked it, didn't you?
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Face flushed, his fingers do untangle since he tries to sit up enough to look at Illumi, but the hand catches him and starts pulling him in. He goes without any hesitation.]
Are you okay, Illumi-san? I’m sorry about...
[The majority if his face heats up. He throbs with afterthought.] I— Yes... [Look, he might be shy now, but he won’t say it wasn’t good.]
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[The way his fingers curl over the man's cheek almost seems gentle, but there's a tightness to it that keeps Hizamaru where he is. Illumi moves up, presses his lips against the side of the other's lips. Not a true kiss, by any means. It's almost like a signature. Hizamaru can probably taste himself on the man's lips.]
You can do it to yourself whenever you like. Like you said, in the mornings. [Isn't he helpful? Isn't he nice?] There's actually a lot more than that. But it's up to you if you want to find out more...
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