[His sharp teeth are bared when he rolls his head back and moans. The hand on Illumi's throat squeeze, but then he quickly lets go and slides it down. There's no reason he has to try to choke the life out of Illumi. That isn't like him.]
If you need... my help... [He exhales raggedly and shifts his hips to roll himself over Illumi's hand, a dark flush stretching into his face from his neck.] I should be... used. But...
[The back of his shoulders arches over the rough edge of the pool. The wet fingers trying to find a good hold on Illumi's chest and shoulders dig with the nails.]
[Aww. Thinking of his elder brother before himself. He wonders if Killua ever does the same - are there moments where he thinks about Illumi being able to do things better than he ever could?]
[He should. Even if he's the heir, Illumi will always be the superior assassin.]
[He hums under his breath, his index finger shifting down low as his other hand moves down, grips one of Hizamaru's legs and pulls it up so that he can get a better angle. The finger trails over his opening.]
I'm not thinking of Higekiri at this moment. I want you. Only you.
[He kisses Hizamaru deeply then, tongue trailing over that set of sharp teeth.]
[The big brother will always take the gold when it comes to the two of them doing things. That's just how he prefers it, especially considering what happened when he had been too long of a length.]
Is it really okay to--
[The leg lifts without resistance, the line of it gracefully straight and amazingly flexible before it twists over Illumi's side and hip. The pleasant gasp he gives is eaten by Illumi's mouth. He exhales through his nose and kisses back with antsy hunger until there's nothing but the tongue running over his teeth.]
[Of course he would use him. He's the perfect kind of tool. His breath hitches, his own arousal pressing out a tent in his swimsuit. Ah, to allow himself to get so worked up over this? It's almost embarrassing. He prides himself on absolute control, and yet...]
Here we go. [A short inhale in the middle of the kiss, and he starts to press his finger in, just to give Hizamaru the feeling for it. He lets out a stifled groan, his teeth scratching up against the others lips, eyes still wide open.]
[The finger isn’t as resistant as believed, but it’s no hasty slip-in even with the water. His face pinches, caught between discomfort and desire. From his throat, an airy hum of a moan eases out. Both of his hands slide from Illumi’s shoulders to the elbows, dragging the blunt nails and leaving behind affectionate red markings.
Arching so he can drop his hips against the finger gives him nothing but the rough scrape of the edge of the pool on the backs of his shoulders, and surprisingly he moans.]
[Scratches on his back, like the mark of a good fight. Like he said, this is a fight, isn't it? One that he'll always win.]
[He did intend to loosen up Hizamaru a bit more, but with those welcome moans ringing in his ears, why would he deny allowing the other what he wants? Yes, a sword isn't able to wield itself. But he can, just fine.]
What nice words. I'll grant your wish.
[His smile is wide as he draws back his hand, then swiftly brings it underneath the other's thigh, now bringing the both of them up.]
[Bracing himself with the backs of his shoulders, he drops both hands down between his thighs to reach Illumi's waist. He pushes the hemline of the speedo down over the trapped cock but can only get so far down the tops of the thighs with his reach.
One hand gives Illumi a few swift, underhanded strokes, waiting. The other arm lifts to help support him on the edge. Both calves and heels rest right at Illumi's shoulders, flexible and straight.]
Use me as you see fit, Illumi-san.
[He pushes the cock down and positions it against himself.]
[Use him, that is. Everyone can be a tool. Everyone can be a puppet. It all works for Illumi.]
[He lets out a brief sigh of relief as he is freed, biting on his lower lip as the other strokes him, positions him against his opening. He's come a long way since their first encounter, he thinks. His body, so open, so needy...]
[Illumi groans, shifting his hips forward to start to enter the other man. His fingernails scratch underneath the others thighs as he pushes, feels Hizamaru accept him completely. Even as he moves, he starts to slowly rock his hips, eager to get more friction sooner rather than later.]
[The plunge makes him throw his head back and hiss through his teeth.
It hurts, but his body doesn't resist. The hurt is strangely good. It's something not quite so different than receiving superficial wounds on the battlefield.
His nails claw and then grip Illumi's arm, and then his hand moves to the shoulder to brace himself when the rocking continues. There's a thick wad of air he doesn't realize he's holding until he releases it in one long go, and then he's left breathless and panting.]
[It's nice. It's like the feeling of a victory, a confirmed stake in a claim that he's sought for a while. Hizamaru's hiss makes Illumi shudder as he starts a slow, yet rough pace. There's violence in the way he does this, like he's piercing him as often as he can, over and over, until the other comes undone.]
Hizamaru... [He whispers, smiling to himself. The man's skin is soft, so odd compared with his existence as a cold, hard piece of metal. He tries to dig himself deeper, hit deeper, drawn out as many noises from the other man as he can get.] Hiza...
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If you need... my help... [He exhales raggedly and shifts his hips to roll himself over Illumi's hand, a dark flush stretching into his face from his neck.] I should be... used. But...
[The back of his shoulders arches over the rough edge of the pool. The wet fingers trying to find a good hold on Illumi's chest and shoulders dig with the nails.]
Elder brother... is a better... sword.
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[Aww. Thinking of his elder brother before himself. He wonders if Killua ever does the same - are there moments where he thinks about Illumi being able to do things better than he ever could?]
[He should. Even if he's the heir, Illumi will always be the superior assassin.]
[He hums under his breath, his index finger shifting down low as his other hand moves down, grips one of Hizamaru's legs and pulls it up so that he can get a better angle. The finger trails over his opening.]
I'm not thinking of Higekiri at this moment. I want you. Only you.
[He kisses Hizamaru deeply then, tongue trailing over that set of sharp teeth.]
[You're mine.]
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Is it really okay to--
[The leg lifts without resistance, the line of it gracefully straight and amazingly flexible before it twists over Illumi's side and hip. The pleasant gasp he gives is eaten by Illumi's mouth. He exhales through his nose and kisses back with antsy hunger until there's nothing but the tongue running over his teeth.]
I don't mind... if you use me here.
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[Of course he would use him. He's the perfect kind of tool. His breath hitches, his own arousal pressing out a tent in his swimsuit. Ah, to allow himself to get so worked up over this? It's almost embarrassing. He prides himself on absolute control, and yet...]
Here we go. [A short inhale in the middle of the kiss, and he starts to press his finger in, just to give Hizamaru the feeling for it. He lets out a stifled groan, his teeth scratching up against the others lips, eyes still wide open.]
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Arching so he can drop his hips against the finger gives him nothing but the rough scrape of the edge of the pool on the backs of his shoulders, and surprisingly he moans.]
Illumi-san... please don’t tease me. Wield me.
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[He did intend to loosen up Hizamaru a bit more, but with those welcome moans ringing in his ears, why would he deny allowing the other what he wants? Yes, a sword isn't able to wield itself. But he can, just fine.]
What nice words. I'll grant your wish.
[His smile is wide as he draws back his hand, then swiftly brings it underneath the other's thigh, now bringing the both of them up.]
Do free me, would you? Use your hands, sword.
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One hand gives Illumi a few swift, underhanded strokes, waiting. The other arm lifts to help support him on the edge. Both calves and heels rest right at Illumi's shoulders, flexible and straight.]
Use me as you see fit, Illumi-san.
[He pushes the cock down and positions it against himself.]
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[Use him, that is. Everyone can be a tool. Everyone can be a puppet. It all works for Illumi.]
[He lets out a brief sigh of relief as he is freed, biting on his lower lip as the other strokes him, positions him against his opening. He's come a long way since their first encounter, he thinks. His body, so open, so needy...]
[Illumi groans, shifting his hips forward to start to enter the other man. His fingernails scratch underneath the others thighs as he pushes, feels Hizamaru accept him completely. Even as he moves, he starts to slowly rock his hips, eager to get more friction sooner rather than later.]
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It hurts, but his body doesn't resist. The hurt is strangely good. It's something not quite so different than receiving superficial wounds on the battlefield.
His nails claw and then grip Illumi's arm, and then his hand moves to the shoulder to brace himself when the rocking continues. There's a thick wad of air he doesn't realize he's holding until he releases it in one long go, and then he's left breathless and panting.]
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Hizamaru... [He whispers, smiling to himself. The man's skin is soft, so odd compared with his existence as a cold, hard piece of metal. He tries to dig himself deeper, hit deeper, drawn out as many noises from the other man as he can get.] Hiza...