[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...
[Well, the bad part is the strength and discipline behind the hand is craved rather than feared. He realizes Illumi is serious, but the grip? He’s a sword. Very bad.
The kiss is more of an enigma than that. He is surprised, lips parted, but doesn’t return it or deepen it. Ah.
He can do it whenever... Yes, Higekiri was right. Illumi is... He quite likes Illumi, thinking maybe he had the wrong idea about his brother being stolen.]
There’s more...? Illumi-san—wait. How do I learn more?
[True control, of course, is perpetuating the illusion that the other one has free choice on their actions. He's given a little here. Like a little bit of sugar, for the taste. He knows, based on what the other man says, that its too tempting for Hizamaru to resist wanting what else he has to offer.]
[He lets out a hum, moving to stand. Illumi's other hand comes to cradle the other's head, while his hand moves, brushes through his hair.]
I think that's enough for now. But if you want more... [His hands still, before he retracts them completely, steps back.] You just have to come find me.
[Sitting up on the edge of the bed is met with both very nice hands. It feels like he shouldn’t enjoy it, but he does. His lashes lower, and he leans a little into the touch until it (sadly) pulls away.
He glances up.]
Okay. I’ll find you, Illumi-san. To learn more later.
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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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The kiss is more of an enigma than that. He is surprised, lips parted, but doesn’t return it or deepen it. Ah.
He can do it whenever... Yes, Higekiri was right. Illumi is... He quite likes Illumi, thinking maybe he had the wrong idea about his brother being stolen.]
There’s more...? Illumi-san—wait. How do I learn more?
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[True control, of course, is perpetuating the illusion that the other one has free choice on their actions. He's given a little here. Like a little bit of sugar, for the taste. He knows, based on what the other man says, that its too tempting for Hizamaru to resist wanting what else he has to offer.]
[He lets out a hum, moving to stand. Illumi's other hand comes to cradle the other's head, while his hand moves, brushes through his hair.]
I think that's enough for now. But if you want more... [His hands still, before he retracts them completely, steps back.] You just have to come find me.
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[Sitting up on the edge of the bed is met with both very nice hands. It feels like he shouldn’t enjoy it, but he does. His lashes lower, and he leans a little into the touch until it (sadly) pulls away.
He glances up.]
Okay. I’ll find you, Illumi-san. To learn more later.
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[A brief, enigmatic smile, and then Illumi turns on his heel and walks out the door.]
[Ah. The seed is planted.]
[How nice.]