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[Scratches are still scratches, stinging reminders, pain adding an edge to Satan's own enjoyment; he lets out a noise that's half moan half laugh, jostling Akira around on his lap for reasons that are going to be blatantly obvious in a second.
When, y'know. Something hard and damp and, uh, spiked in a nsfw way starts sliding up against Akira's ribcage, rubbing gently with the momentum of each spank. Ah, well. Hm. That's not what his dick looks like otherwise, promise.]
Shit, look at you go. For a skinny little runt, you're getting really into it. Beautiful. [Another rumbling noise, another spank, and he rubs his claw against every surface he possibly can in that greedy, wet mouth, threatening to push too deep and invoke the gag reflex (does Akira even have one) (i leave it to the scholar).]
When, y'know. Something hard and damp and, uh, spiked in a nsfw way starts sliding up against Akira's ribcage, rubbing gently with the momentum of each spank. Ah, well. Hm. That's not what his dick looks like otherwise, promise.]
Shit, look at you go. For a skinny little runt, you're getting really into it. Beautiful. [Another rumbling noise, another spank, and he rubs his claw against every surface he possibly can in that greedy, wet mouth, threatening to push too deep and invoke the gag reflex (does Akira even have one) (i leave it to the scholar).]
[ If Maruki had any thoughts that Akira might be able to keep some kind of control over himself with that kind of reaction? He'd be dead wrong.
Akira's mouth moves just as feverishly, needing to find contact with any of Maruki's skin it can, answering in kind to every utterance of his name with hot, heavy breath, ] Takuto, Takuto...!
[ And the needs keep piling up. He needs to kiss, needs both hands to hold this man, needs Maruki inside of him, and whether it's moving too fast or not he's decided he'll be getting all of those in short order.
With all the grace and care of someone who most definitely can still see what he's doing, the hand behind him shifts (with a quiet whine from Akira) to take hold of Maruki's cock, gently gliding down from tip to base with whatever slick's still stuck to his fingers before it's all of himself he's lowering down.
Half-lidded, adoring eyes don't look away even as they flutter open and shut from the sensation. The two of them might as well be the only people in the world at this moment. ]
Akira's mouth moves just as feverishly, needing to find contact with any of Maruki's skin it can, answering in kind to every utterance of his name with hot, heavy breath, ] Takuto, Takuto...!
[ And the needs keep piling up. He needs to kiss, needs both hands to hold this man, needs Maruki inside of him, and whether it's moving too fast or not he's decided he'll be getting all of those in short order.
With all the grace and care of someone who most definitely can still see what he's doing, the hand behind him shifts (with a quiet whine from Akira) to take hold of Maruki's cock, gently gliding down from tip to base with whatever slick's still stuck to his fingers before it's all of himself he's lowering down.
Half-lidded, adoring eyes don't look away even as they flutter open and shut from the sensation. The two of them might as well be the only people in the world at this moment. ]
[ Good news, he either doesn't or has trained himself out of it, either way letting himself be a wet, inviting hole for however deep the clawed finger wants to go.
Keeping his mouth open is also doing wonders for letting all his reactions come out loud and clear, shameless yelps and groans only muffled by that aforementioned claw, and wouldn't you know it they start shifting ever-so-slightly once something starts unsheathing itself against him.
Questioning at first, interest at the revelation, and then downright eager as his imagination takes a moment to run off.
And if there's any plausible deniability as to what he's imagining, his mouth and tongue are bound to clear that up no problem. His head starts bobbing quite deliberately, tongue dragging across the bottom of Satan's finger to swirl around the nailbed before going right back down. ]
Keeping his mouth open is also doing wonders for letting all his reactions come out loud and clear, shameless yelps and groans only muffled by that aforementioned claw, and wouldn't you know it they start shifting ever-so-slightly once something starts unsheathing itself against him.
Questioning at first, interest at the revelation, and then downright eager as his imagination takes a moment to run off.
And if there's any plausible deniability as to what he's imagining, his mouth and tongue are bound to clear that up no problem. His head starts bobbing quite deliberately, tongue dragging across the bottom of Satan's finger to swirl around the nailbed before going right back down. ]
[ The two of them are practically drunk on nothing more than each other; Maruki's eyes are locked on Akira's face, spellbound by watching him melting with pleasure as he takes hold of his cock andβ ]
Aahβ
[ It's a high, strangled sound that gets punched out of him as Akira begins to lower himself down. Both of Maruki's hands fly to his hips, doing anything he can to help steady him β but his fingers grip tight, tight, hard enough to bruise as he pants and fights the urge to rock up.
Did he tell Akira? He didn't, did heβ oh, he has to now, voice thin and strained as he's slowly enveloped in that perfect slick heat. ]
I've never been on thβ hah, god, on this side of things before. It's always been the other way around, and... [ Another thought cut short in favor of a whimper, his own eyes fluttering shut before snapping open again to make sure he doesn't miss more than a second of this. ] I'm glad. I'm so glad it's you.
Aahβ
[ It's a high, strangled sound that gets punched out of him as Akira begins to lower himself down. Both of Maruki's hands fly to his hips, doing anything he can to help steady him β but his fingers grip tight, tight, hard enough to bruise as he pants and fights the urge to rock up.
Did he tell Akira? He didn't, did heβ oh, he has to now, voice thin and strained as he's slowly enveloped in that perfect slick heat. ]
I've never been on thβ hah, god, on this side of things before. It's always been the other way around, and... [ Another thought cut short in favor of a whimper, his own eyes fluttering shut before snapping open again to make sure he doesn't miss more than a second of this. ] I'm glad. I'm so glad it's you.
[ Had they never stumbled back in time, a night like tonight would normally be spent alone.
Things are different now, though. When Miki slips away after school lets out on Friday to spend the weekend with his sister, Hatanaka, and their new baby, instead of penciling himself in for a candlelit dinner for two with his sailor uniform catalogue and early night's rest, Haruaki found himself poking his head into the nurse's office to see if theterrifying good doctor might have an evening free.
And where an enthusiastic yes might have sent him spiraling into instant cowardly regret and running for the hills anywayβ
They're sat across from one another at the low table in Haruaki's dormitory room, a couple beers deep after enjoying dinner at one of the stalls in town, and he's only feared for his life less than half a dozen times! It's going pretty well!!
His phone buzzes, a photo from Miki of Hatanaka passed out under a pile of his own children. Haruaki beams down at it, turns it toward Akira before tapping out a quick reply of Ω©(ΛαΛ*)Ω β‘!!!!!!!!! and then setting it aside. ]
That reminds me, Akira-kunβ when you were patching up Hatanaka-kun's injuries after he was brought back from Kyoto... did he ever tell you how that all happened?
Things are different now, though. When Miki slips away after school lets out on Friday to spend the weekend with his sister, Hatanaka, and their new baby, instead of penciling himself in for a candlelit dinner for two with his sailor uniform catalogue and early night's rest, Haruaki found himself poking his head into the nurse's office to see if the
And where an enthusiastic yes might have sent him spiraling into instant cowardly regret and running for the hills anywayβ
They're sat across from one another at the low table in Haruaki's dormitory room, a couple beers deep after enjoying dinner at one of the stalls in town, and he's only feared for his life less than half a dozen times! It's going pretty well!!
His phone buzzes, a photo from Miki of Hatanaka passed out under a pile of his own children. Haruaki beams down at it, turns it toward Akira before tapping out a quick reply of Ω©(ΛαΛ*)Ω β‘!!!!!!!!! and then setting it aside. ]
That reminds me, Akira-kunβ when you were patching up Hatanaka-kun's injuries after he was brought back from Kyoto... did he ever tell you how that all happened?
[ This is honestly the best case scenario for what could have happened after everything came to light. At least it is in Akira's mind.
He was never subtle about his interest in Haruaki before, but now with added context it almost feels even more intense, his smile wider and brighter when Haruaki wants to spend time with him--he always, always has time to spare for his oniisan.
Especially with 'Akira-kun' thrown into the mix, but this is already a lot for the delicate creature that is this man sitting across from him. They can get into how it makes his chest flutter a little later.
Even without that it's a downright nice night, the food is good, conversation fun, and a cute, healthy baby picture to coo over to top it off. He really couldn't ask for anything better... ]
Mm?
No, he didn't. Hatanaka-kun always likes to try and act tough and downplay his injuries, so he doesn't always tell me what happens.
He was never subtle about his interest in Haruaki before, but now with added context it almost feels even more intense, his smile wider and brighter when Haruaki wants to spend time with him--he always, always has time to spare for his oniisan.
Especially with 'Akira-kun' thrown into the mix, but this is already a lot for the delicate creature that is this man sitting across from him. They can get into how it makes his chest flutter a little later.
Even without that it's a downright nice night, the food is good, conversation fun, and a cute, healthy baby picture to coo over to top it off. He really couldn't ask for anything better... ]
Mm?
No, he didn't. Hatanaka-kun always likes to try and act tough and downplay his injuries, so he doesn't always tell me what happens.
[ That's about what he figured. If anything, Hatanaka probably only grumbled vaguely about getting into a fight. He can be so cool sometimes... ]
That's the way he is, isn't it...
[ It's said with nothing less than fondness as Haruaki takes another swig of his beer and then sets in down in favor of propping both elbows up on the table to rest his chin on his hands, eyes wandering up and away as he tells a very normal story in the most normal way possible: ]
Well, this and that happened, and we ran into the Four Gods who protect Kyoto. One of them stole my soul, and then it got split up into five pieces! The teachers and students had to fight to get them back! I would probably be dead if they hadn't!
[ Ha ha! Probably ♥ ]
That's the way he is, isn't it...
[ It's said with nothing less than fondness as Haruaki takes another swig of his beer and then sets in down in favor of propping both elbows up on the table to rest his chin on his hands, eyes wandering up and away as he tells a very normal story in the most normal way possible: ]
Well, this and that happened, and we ran into the Four Gods who protect Kyoto. One of them stole my soul, and then it got split up into five pieces! The teachers and students had to fight to get them back! I would probably be dead if they hadn't!
[ Ha ha! Probably ♥ ]
[ ...Huh? ]
Huh??
[ HUH??????
He knew about the gods, it's why he gets to welcome his lovely sensei into a personal examination room every now and again, but everything else mentioned has been...not! Mentioned!!
Is it any surprise when Akira leans forward on the low table, eyes shining with just as much intent and curiosity as is dripping from his voice. ]
They got to see your soul in Kyoto? They got to see and dissect your soul while I wasn't there!?
Huh??
[ HUH??????
He knew about the gods, it's why he gets to welcome his lovely sensei into a personal examination room every now and again, but everything else mentioned has been...not! Mentioned!!
Is it any surprise when Akira leans forward on the low table, eyes shining with just as much intent and curiosity as is dripping from his voice. ]
They got to see your soul in Kyoto? They got to see and dissect your soul while I wasn't there!?
[ Haruaki's eyes snap away from their dreamy staring up at the ceiling and back down to Akira's.
Thankfully, there are only two eyes looking back at him.
For now. ]
I wouldn't say they "dissected" it, Akira-kun... It's not like we meant for my soul to shatter!
[ Give him. Just a second. While he considers what that whole sequence of events would have been like had Akira been with them.
In a word: yikes! ]
A-and before you ask, I don't think it's something that can be repeated!
[ HA HA! PROBABLY?? ♥ ]
Thankfully, there are only two eyes looking back at him.
For now. ]
I wouldn't say they "dissected" it, Akira-kun... It's not like we meant for my soul to shatter!
[ Give him. Just a second. While he considers what that whole sequence of events would have been like had Akira been with them.
In a word: yikes! ]
A-and before you ask, I don't think it's something that can be repeated!
[ HA HA! PROBABLY?? ♥ ]
You don't think, so you don't know for sure?
[ Oh dear, if he leans any further on the table he might start crawling across it... ]
We could always test that! In a safe environment, where you know you can be put back together again without any worry!
[ Oh dear, if he leans any further on the table he might start crawling across it... ]
We could always test that! In a safe environment, where you know you can be put back together again without any worry!
[ HM.
Hmmmmmmmm.
It won't be enough in the end, but for right now... ]
A firsthand account is important...
[ Instead of leaning back himself, he just. Props himself up on his elbows and gets comfortable right where he is. ]
Okay! Please, tell me absolutely everything, don't leave out a single detail!
Hmmmmmmmm.
It won't be enough in the end, but for right now... ]
A firsthand account is important...
[ Instead of leaning back himself, he just. Props himself up on his elbows and gets comfortable right where he is. ]
Okay! Please, tell me absolutely everything, don't leave out a single detail!
[ Since Akira doesn't budge an inch, when Haruaki eases back into his normal posture, they're awfully close. Akira looks ready to scramble across the table and right into his skin. And it's still terrifying, yes, of course, but...
Less so than it was before all that happened one hundred years ago. He knows all too well now that Akira isn't a heartless sadist, and it makes it easier to relax around him. Maybe that'll be his undoing one day, but really... what isn't, at this point?
At any rate, Haruaki trusts him. Wouldn't be telling him this story if he didn't. So he props his elbows up too in a mirror of Akira, rests his chin on his hands as he happily recounts: ]
Well, like I said, it split off into five parts. It didn't kill me, but I was... kind of empty, I guess? My memories of that part are fuzzy! That's because one of the parts of my soul was for my memories, apparently. Without it, the other parts didn't know who the students were, for example. Then there was the athletic part of me, and the pathetic cowardly part, and the part that only thinks about my worldly desires, andβ
[ .......... ]
Ah, um, let me count how many that was. Five, right?
Less so than it was before all that happened one hundred years ago. He knows all too well now that Akira isn't a heartless sadist, and it makes it easier to relax around him. Maybe that'll be his undoing one day, but really... what isn't, at this point?
At any rate, Haruaki trusts him. Wouldn't be telling him this story if he didn't. So he props his elbows up too in a mirror of Akira, rests his chin on his hands as he happily recounts: ]
Well, like I said, it split off into five parts. It didn't kill me, but I was... kind of empty, I guess? My memories of that part are fuzzy! That's because one of the parts of my soul was for my memories, apparently. Without it, the other parts didn't know who the students were, for example. Then there was the athletic part of me, and the pathetic cowardly part, and the part that only thinks about my worldly desires, andβ
[ .......... ]
Ah, um, let me count how many that was. Five, right?
[ Akira's settled in so well behaved, so ready to hear all the gory bits and bobs of whatever the hell apparently happened to Haruaki and company in Kyoto.
...Well. Maybe not as gory as he'd like, Haruaki is both squeamish and understandably hazy after an ordeal like having the soul ripped out of you. He'll have to be satisfied with the broad strokes for right now, even if some of them don't..
Add up? Huh? ]
That was only four. What was the fifth part?
...Well. Maybe not as gory as he'd like, Haruaki is both squeamish and understandably hazy after an ordeal like having the soul ripped out of you. He'll have to be satisfied with the broad strokes for right now, even if some of them don't..
Add up? Huh? ]
That was only four. What was the fifth part?
[ Ever so slightly, Haruaki begins to vibrate with a tiny, fearful tremble. ]
Y-you have to promise not to get weird about it, Akira-kun! It's the kind of thing you'd be way too into!
[ WHICH MAKES IT SOUND WORSE THAN IT IS? Still, thoughβ ]
Promise me!!!
Y-you have to promise not to get weird about it, Akira-kun! It's the kind of thing you'd be way too into!
[ WHICH MAKES IT SOUND WORSE THAN IT IS? Still, thoughβ ]
Promise me!!!
[ Mistake #1: Saying That. His smile doesn't reach his eyes anymore, but clear interest sure does. ]
Ah! I see. So it's like that.
[ In a sudden burst of inspiration, he...leans back to sit on his hands. Can't possibly do anything weird or untoward like this. ]
Will this work?
Ah! I see. So it's like that.
[ In a sudden burst of inspiration, he...leans back to sit on his hands. Can't possibly do anything weird or untoward like this. ]
Will this work?
Thanks, Akira-kun... but, mm...
[ Might as well dive in headfirst and see what happens. ]
I guess I'm so good at coming up with strategies like that because there's a part of my soul that... only does that? I guess? It didn't care about anything besides its underhanded schemes to get what it wanted, and it was pretty dangerous...
[ Might as well dive in headfirst and see what happens. ]
I guess I'm so good at coming up with strategies like that because there's a part of my soul that... only does that? I guess? It didn't care about anything besides its underhanded schemes to get what it wanted, and it was pretty dangerous...
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