[As a treasure and a sword, his skin is pale and pristine. There’s sadly a great lack of characteristics to it, but it’s beautiful nonetheless. The only mar is a discolored scar on the top of one foot, but right now it’s hard to see.
He slides up between Tonbokiri’s thighs, not resisting when he’s drawn in. The voice is as nice as the kiss, deep and pushing a rumble through his chest. He chases the mouth hungrily, for once not being so timid about it.
His hands begin shedding what’s possible of Tonbokiri’s clothes.] Let me show you what I’ve learned, Tonbokiri-san. [His hands feel every wide muscle of Tonbokiri’s chest on his drop down between the man’s thighs where he works on getting the pants off, too, if Tonbokiri will hike the hips.]
[ It's different, that's for sure; to hold a treasure so intimately. there certainly is a reverence in his touch, the drag of his fingerpads much more gentle than if he were with another. it's unlike tonbokiri's own skin which is as worn as his spears, the texture far closer to the other humans than the perfection of hizamaru's. it's certainly nothing to be idolized over. ]
Show me.
[ his voice is still low and smokey as he works, but he's shedding his clothes easily enough. what Hiza doesn't get to he strips off without concern, the screams of their costume department be damned.
[The costume department will be very fine because all of this shredding is going to very good use.
A spark of focus comes into his golden eyes. He runs his hands up the front of Tonbokiri's lower legs, pausing at the knees before pushing forward along the thighs, feeling the muscle beneath. When he brings himself forward, he takes Tonbokiri into his mouth without any hands. There's a surprising lack of teeth (for now) despite how sharp they are, only lips and tongue. He swallows just enough to get it firm.
And then he dives without hesitation, angled, sliding Tonbokiri toward his throat. Except, honestly, Tonbokiri is a little thicker than what he's use to, so he only gets so far before he has to draw back. There doesn't seem to be any bad resistance, only a miscalculation. He tries again after drawing in a breath through his nose.
He takes it back into the beginning of his throat momentarily, pulls away with his lips sucking the end.]
[ There's a half bitten off noise from above him, Tonbo immediately covering his mouth with his arm cause goodness. He does his best to hold still, letting Hizamaru have the time to find his comfort and rhythm but there certainly is a fine tremor developing in his legs.
For now, his free hand curls around the back of Hiza's neck, resting there in encouragement. ]
[Almost reassuringly, his hands knead at the trembling thighs, but he doesn't tease Tonbokiri for it (not that he could like this). He knows what it feels like for this strange body to enjoy what it wants and to quiver for it.
The pace is languid; he doesn't try to waste his energy going at it like a show-off. Sure, easing down from tip to base is sort of show-offy, but there's no gusto in his movements. It's easy, his mouth and throat tightening when he draws back. The very hint of teeth catch on the head as he pulls away to breath.
He looks up at Tonbokiri through his lashes, asking, his mouth wet and lips red.]
[ With his arm currently covering his mouth, Tonbo only nods his consent, perfectly okay with whatever Hizamaru has planned. His hand, still at the base of his neck brushes soothingly behind Hizamaru’s ear, urging him on.
For all he has experienced, there still remains a time where the pleasure is overwhelming and he needs an extra moment to adjust to it. A part of it wonders if it’s something that all of them experience, or if it’s just part of being so new to the explosion of sensation. ]
[Thoughtfully, he pinches his lips between his teeth, and then he rises up and forward. Both arms smooth up over Tonbokiri's shoulders, and he brings his legs up so he can sit in Tonbokiri's lap, their chests flush together.
He offers Tonbokiri a kiss, something trying to be more polite than hungry, but it isn't timid. His voice is low without being a whisper, though a little raspy for obvious reasons.] Do you use... the human...
[A pause.]
Ah--condom? [That's what they're called.] I don't mind... It's strange, some of them use it and some of them do not.
[ His arms immediately wrap about the trim waist, Tonbo kissing back as good as he gets, only leaving behind a small nip before pulling back to answer. ]
Only if they ask of it.
[ He’s not too bothered either way but given what he’s learned about their use but he usually lets his partner decide if it’s necessary or not. Humans can be very particular sometimes. ]
Leaning back a bit, he slides his hands over Tonbokiri's shoulders to the chest, and then he shoves. Not too hard, enough to toss Tonbokiri on the bed.] There is a better feeling without. [He sits back momentarily on his feet and Tonbokiri's thighs, almost on display.
And then he drops over to crawl a little, stretch really, toward the top of the bed for one of the haphazardly left bottles.]
[ also messier but when did that ever stop them. he watches Hiza with interest, far too distracted by the shifting muscles to help. it's fine, it gives him more time to run his hands up and down silky skin ]
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He slides up between Tonbokiri’s thighs, not resisting when he’s drawn in. The voice is as nice as the kiss, deep and pushing a rumble through his chest. He chases the mouth hungrily, for once not being so timid about it.
His hands begin shedding what’s possible of Tonbokiri’s clothes.] Let me show you what I’ve learned, Tonbokiri-san. [His hands feel every wide muscle of Tonbokiri’s chest on his drop down between the man’s thighs where he works on getting the pants off, too, if Tonbokiri will hike the hips.]
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Show me.
[ his voice is still low and smokey as he works, but he's shedding his clothes easily enough. what Hiza doesn't get to he strips off without concern, the screams of their costume department be damned.
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A spark of focus comes into his golden eyes. He runs his hands up the front of Tonbokiri's lower legs, pausing at the knees before pushing forward along the thighs, feeling the muscle beneath. When he brings himself forward, he takes Tonbokiri into his mouth without any hands. There's a surprising lack of teeth (for now) despite how sharp they are, only lips and tongue. He swallows just enough to get it firm.
And then he dives without hesitation, angled, sliding Tonbokiri toward his throat. Except, honestly, Tonbokiri is a little thicker than what he's use to, so he only gets so far before he has to draw back. There doesn't seem to be any bad resistance, only a miscalculation. He tries again after drawing in a breath through his nose.
He takes it back into the beginning of his throat momentarily, pulls away with his lips sucking the end.]
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For now, his free hand curls around the back of Hiza's neck, resting there in encouragement. ]
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The pace is languid; he doesn't try to waste his energy going at it like a show-off. Sure, easing down from tip to base is sort of show-offy, but there's no gusto in his movements. It's easy, his mouth and throat tightening when he draws back. The very hint of teeth catch on the head as he pulls away to breath.
He looks up at Tonbokiri through his lashes, asking, his mouth wet and lips red.]
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For all he has experienced, there still remains a time where the pleasure is overwhelming and he needs an extra moment to adjust to it. A part of it wonders if it’s something that all of them experience, or if it’s just part of being so new to the explosion of sensation. ]
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He offers Tonbokiri a kiss, something trying to be more polite than hungry, but it isn't timid. His voice is low without being a whisper, though a little raspy for obvious reasons.] Do you use... the human...
[A pause.]
Ah--condom? [That's what they're called.] I don't mind... It's strange, some of them use it and some of them do not.
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Only if they ask of it.
[ He’s not too bothered either way but given what he’s learned about their use but he usually lets his partner decide if it’s necessary or not. Humans can be very particular sometimes. ]
I do not mind either way.
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[Swords.
Leaning back a bit, he slides his hands over Tonbokiri's shoulders to the chest, and then he shoves. Not too hard, enough to toss Tonbokiri on the bed.] There is a better feeling without. [He sits back momentarily on his feet and Tonbokiri's thighs, almost on display.
And then he drops over to crawl a little, stretch really, toward the top of the bed for one of the haphazardly left bottles.]
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Mm, yes.
[ also messier but when did that ever stop them. he watches Hiza with interest, far too distracted by the shifting muscles to help. it's fine, it gives him more time to run his hands up and down silky skin ]