[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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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.]