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O-oh...
[ It's a small, strangled, pitiful sound that jolts out of Maruki when he feels a warm hand snaking its way into his pants. Coupled with those words, as if Maruki could ever deny him, to say nothing of when he's asked so sweetly–
Oh, he's a goner. ]
Oh, my... You can, yes. Please.
[ It's all murmured against Akira's neck before he latches on again, sucking a slow, deliberate kiss over his pulse point. Maruki's too overwhelmed to say he wants to make him feel good too; he can communicate it this way, his whole body rocking into Akira's. ]
[ It's a small, strangled, pitiful sound that jolts out of Maruki when he feels a warm hand snaking its way into his pants. Coupled with those words, as if Maruki could ever deny him, to say nothing of when he's asked so sweetly–
Oh, he's a goner. ]
Oh, my... You can, yes. Please.
[ It's all murmured against Akira's neck before he latches on again, sucking a slow, deliberate kiss over his pulse point. Maruki's too overwhelmed to say he wants to make him feel good too; he can communicate it this way, his whole body rocking into Akira's. ]
[ Cute, cute, cute, what gives Maruki the right to be so adorable right before sending a shiver aaallll the way down Akira's spine with lips right against his hammering heartbeat? A thought he'll have to revisit if things go well and that kiss leaves a mark for him to remember this by in the morning...ah, what a surprisingly wicked thing.
The shiver follows down his arm, hands, to the fingertips tugging at Maruki's waistline to free his dick and wrap around it in one smooth motion. It's slow at first, almost reverent, as if Akira could memorize even this much about Maruki from touch alone.
And he may very well, with his eyes fluttering shut to bask in the feeling of it all. ]
The shiver follows down his arm, hands, to the fingertips tugging at Maruki's waistline to free his dick and wrap around it in one smooth motion. It's slow at first, almost reverent, as if Akira could memorize even this much about Maruki from touch alone.
And he may very well, with his eyes fluttering shut to bask in the feeling of it all. ]
[ Maruki does intend to leave a mark – it's one part his own possessive, desperate nature, and two parts his suspicion that Akira would very much enjoy such a thing – but the second that deft hand wraps tight around his cock, his jaw goes slack, mouth falling open to pant wet and warm and pitiful instead. ]
Th-that's... ah, you feel good, even just like this.
[ It's because the motion is so slow, so deliberate and patient that Maruki falls apart so easily. He's just as susceptible to this as he is a frenetic, feverish rush. Maybe even more so; as much as it would normally mortify him to be touched so reverently that it's nearly worship, in Akira's hands that feels like a safe notion.
He manages to pick himself up, both trembling hands coming to cup Akira's cheeks, thumbs stroking the soft skin beneath closed eyes. ]
I never thought you'd be this sweet...
Th-that's... ah, you feel good, even just like this.
[ It's because the motion is so slow, so deliberate and patient that Maruki falls apart so easily. He's just as susceptible to this as he is a frenetic, feverish rush. Maybe even more so; as much as it would normally mortify him to be touched so reverently that it's nearly worship, in Akira's hands that feels like a safe notion.
He manages to pick himself up, both trembling hands coming to cup Akira's cheeks, thumbs stroking the soft skin beneath closed eyes. ]
I never thought you'd be this sweet...
[ His eyes can't stay closed for long when they have to stare adoringly at the man holding his face, can they? He's such a sucker for sweet touches like this, can't stop himself from urging Maruki forward with that hand at the back of his neck into a quick kiss, only letting himself pull away enough so his next words are hot against each other's lips. ]
I want to be even sweeter for you. Give you all the nice things you deserve.
[ Not just expensive gifts, those are easy. He could spend thousands on Maruki in an instant without much thought. But what Akira really wants to give is time, attention, to show him with action how fascinating a man he truly is, that Akira isn't kidding when he says he wants to know every single thing he can.
Like which way he moves his fingers will get Maruki slack-jawed in pleasure again. ]
I want to be even sweeter for you. Give you all the nice things you deserve.
[ Not just expensive gifts, those are easy. He could spend thousands on Maruki in an instant without much thought. But what Akira really wants to give is time, attention, to show him with action how fascinating a man he truly is, that Akira isn't kidding when he says he wants to know every single thing he can.
Like which way he moves his fingers will get Maruki slack-jawed in pleasure again. ]
[ The thing is–
Akira did tell him that he likes to dote. And Maruki believed it! Truly, he did. He's had no reason to doubt any of Akira's words before, and certainly not now.
But Maruki is a scientist, deep into his bones. All the hypotheticals in the world don't come close to the real thing. Seeing is believing, and being the sole target for all of Akira's boundless passionate energy and brazen affection would be enough to make a believer out of even the most skeptical man.
His whole body shudders at the next movement of that deft hand, hips rolling forward to try to grind into Akira again, desperate to give him something in return. ]
You'll have to let me do the same.
[ A panting murmur against Akira's lips before slides his hands down the sides of his neck, to the front of his chest, to work at the buttons of his shirt. ]
I won't accept anything less.
Akira did tell him that he likes to dote. And Maruki believed it! Truly, he did. He's had no reason to doubt any of Akira's words before, and certainly not now.
But Maruki is a scientist, deep into his bones. All the hypotheticals in the world don't come close to the real thing. Seeing is believing, and being the sole target for all of Akira's boundless passionate energy and brazen affection would be enough to make a believer out of even the most skeptical man.
His whole body shudders at the next movement of that deft hand, hips rolling forward to try to grind into Akira again, desperate to give him something in return. ]
You'll have to let me do the same.
[ A panting murmur against Akira's lips before slides his hands down the sides of his neck, to the front of his chest, to work at the buttons of his shirt. ]
I won't accept anything less.
[ Once again his own hips can't help but respond in kind, the whole of him so desperate to touch while being allowed only this little bit for the sake of easing in instead of jumping headfirst into frightening this dream of a man wrapped in a cozy sweater.
But those words, those fingertips teasing their warmth against the skin of his throat. ]
Please.
[ It's almost breathless, that word. And completely genuine, with the way bright red eyes are practically oozing the very same sentiment. Please, please, please-- ]
Oh, please show me how sweet you can be.
[ Beneath a button, beneath Maruki's fingers, an eye splits open from Akira's flesh. And another, and another, greedily bubbling to the surface for the privilege of gazing at Maruki as the main two squeeze shut for another eager kiss. ]
But those words, those fingertips teasing their warmth against the skin of his throat. ]
Please.
[ It's almost breathless, that word. And completely genuine, with the way bright red eyes are practically oozing the very same sentiment. Please, please, please-- ]
Oh, please show me how sweet you can be.
[ Beneath a button, beneath Maruki's fingers, an eye splits open from Akira's flesh. And another, and another, greedily bubbling to the surface for the privilege of gazing at Maruki as the main two squeeze shut for another eager kiss. ]
[ That heated, desperate begging falling from someone else's lips is such a novelty that Maruki wants to cave to it immediately, give Akira everything he's asking for and more, so he surges into the kiss and hurries with the buttons to be able to spread his hands–
OVER SOME EYES. ]
Mmph– what!?
[ He jerks his head back, looking quickly from Akira's handsome face to the MANY EYES now littered across his chest. ]
T-Takahashi, I can't touch you if you're...
[ Well, wait. ]
Unless... do you like them being touched? How does it work?
OVER SOME EYES. ]
Mmph– what!?
[ He jerks his head back, looking quickly from Akira's handsome face to the MANY EYES now littered across his chest. ]
T-Takahashi, I can't touch you if you're...
[ Well, wait. ]
Unless... do you like them being touched? How does it work?
[ We're not kissing all of the sudden, why--oh? Oh!
Sorry, once the problem registers he can't help but laugh. He really should have expected this, excited as he gets, and yet...! ]
I do, actually, but not like...ah, here.
[ The free hand will gently, gently, take one of Maruki's, bringing it down towards no eye in particular. There's plenty to choose from.
But once they land on one he'll guide fingertips with his own, carefully brushing them along the lid, much like a lover sweeping tears away. Back, and forth, to the upper lid as well, and as he's demonstrating the two on his face have the nerve to look bashful. ]
Is that alright? Not too strange...?
Sorry, once the problem registers he can't help but laugh. He really should have expected this, excited as he gets, and yet...! ]
I do, actually, but not like...ah, here.
[ The free hand will gently, gently, take one of Maruki's, bringing it down towards no eye in particular. There's plenty to choose from.
But once they land on one he'll guide fingertips with his own, carefully brushing them along the lid, much like a lover sweeping tears away. Back, and forth, to the upper lid as well, and as he's demonstrating the two on his face have the nerve to look bashful. ]
Is that alright? Not too strange...?
Oh...
[ A soft exhalation, deeply fascinated by watching the way Akira guides his touch. It makes sense, really, and it's exactly why he quickly pulled away – no one likes getting poked in the eye, even and perhaps especially when those eyes are everywhere! But a tender motion like this, more affectionate than anything else...
Maruki's own eyes lift to Akira's face again, smiling with warmth and total endearment. ]
It's not strange at all. Thank you for showing me.
[ And he's curious to try something else along with that, but– well, that time will come. The night is young, and just as Akira's been taking his time with him, Maruki is in no rush either.
He quickly undoes the rest of the buttons on Akira's shirt so he can push it open, give him full and free access to this baffling, fascinating, lovely man he's found himself entangled with.
When he returns to their kiss, it's with two fingers stroking gently over the lid of one eye, a thumb brushing beneath another. Both hands have a light touch, cautious not to cause any discomfort, but ever-moving, ever-exploring. He won't stop unless Akira tells him to. ]
[ A soft exhalation, deeply fascinated by watching the way Akira guides his touch. It makes sense, really, and it's exactly why he quickly pulled away – no one likes getting poked in the eye, even and perhaps especially when those eyes are everywhere! But a tender motion like this, more affectionate than anything else...
Maruki's own eyes lift to Akira's face again, smiling with warmth and total endearment. ]
It's not strange at all. Thank you for showing me.
[ And he's curious to try something else along with that, but– well, that time will come. The night is young, and just as Akira's been taking his time with him, Maruki is in no rush either.
He quickly undoes the rest of the buttons on Akira's shirt so he can push it open, give him full and free access to this baffling, fascinating, lovely man he's found himself entangled with.
When he returns to their kiss, it's with two fingers stroking gently over the lid of one eye, a thumb brushing beneath another. Both hands have a light touch, cautious not to cause any discomfort, but ever-moving, ever-exploring. He won't stop unless Akira tells him to. ]
[ Eyes, all the way down, the ones close enough by Maruki's gentle hands fluttering just as the ones he's paying attention to, squinting and sliding shut in clear contentment just as their host is.
(There are select places the eyes don't grow, and with a glance it's obvious why. Scars, thin incisions yet jagged and poorly stitched back together some long time ago dotting across his toned abdomen, and yet another much cleaner and much deeper at the same time cutting right across the underside of his ribcage. They clearly come with stories, but, perhaps for another time.)
Akira's all too happy to return to the kiss, more tender than eager at this exact moment, the attention to his own body teasing pleased little noises out of his throat against Maruki's lips. Enough, perhaps, to force a puff of air through and separate his own, teeth playfully nipping down before they realize what they're doing.
Does it matter? Only if they're both enjoying it. Only if Maruki's enjoying it. Slowly, steadily, the rhythm of his hand at the man's cock picks up the pace a notch. ]
(There are select places the eyes don't grow, and with a glance it's obvious why. Scars, thin incisions yet jagged and poorly stitched back together some long time ago dotting across his toned abdomen, and yet another much cleaner and much deeper at the same time cutting right across the underside of his ribcage. They clearly come with stories, but, perhaps for another time.)
Akira's all too happy to return to the kiss, more tender than eager at this exact moment, the attention to his own body teasing pleased little noises out of his throat against Maruki's lips. Enough, perhaps, to force a puff of air through and separate his own, teeth playfully nipping down before they realize what they're doing.
Does it matter? Only if they're both enjoying it. Only if Maruki's enjoying it. Slowly, steadily, the rhythm of his hand at the man's cock picks up the pace a notch. ]
[ Any time Maruki's hands move over that skin, unmarked by eyes but certainly not unblemished, he takes quiet, careful note. He and Akira are awfully similar in some ways – he may not get as overexcited about it, but Maruki does want to know every last little thing about him. Sometime, he'd like to just lay in bed with Akira, do nothing more than touch and talk.
Now, though–
That little nip makes Maruki's gentle wandering touch turn into clutching around his ribs, jaw going slack again. He nods dumbly, just in case any of those eyes are watching, and grinds down harder against Akira for emphasis. ]
Y-you can do that. [ A beat, and then a returned nip to Akira's lower lip for emphasis. ] You can do more. Whatever you want, I mean that.
Now, though–
That little nip makes Maruki's gentle wandering touch turn into clutching around his ribs, jaw going slack again. He nods dumbly, just in case any of those eyes are watching, and grinds down harder against Akira for emphasis. ]
Y-you can do that. [ A beat, and then a returned nip to Akira's lower lip for emphasis. ] You can do more. Whatever you want, I mean that.
[ Oh, the eyes are always watching, catalogueing every little reaction Maruki has to every little movement. So even if the teeth weren't returned, Akira would know to bring his down again just like this. ]
I want...
[ Separation just for a moment, to get a thought out, fighting against the urge to kiss and to bite, ]
To pin you down.
[ To lap, to taste, ]
Get nice and comfortable on top of you,
[ To thread fingers through the hair at the back of Maruki's skull and grip with perhaps a little too much force, smiling wide, skin to skin, ]
And ride you until we both forget our names.
I want...
[ Separation just for a moment, to get a thought out, fighting against the urge to kiss and to bite, ]
To pin you down.
[ To lap, to taste, ]
Get nice and comfortable on top of you,
[ To thread fingers through the hair at the back of Maruki's skull and grip with perhaps a little too much force, smiling wide, skin to skin, ]
And ride you until we both forget our names.
[ Every word sears and sparks, draws a high, wanting noise up out of Maruki's throat–
Until that turn at the end that makes his eyes go wide and round as saucers, mouth twisting into an incredulous grin as he presses both palms flat against Akira's shoulders to pull himself back and look him dead in the eye.
Well. In his regular eyes, at least... ]
Th-that's what you want? Really? I– hah, my god, well, okay...
[ Oh, all that fluster from earlier returns to him at once, squirming in Akira's lap and darting his gaze away.
No one has ever offered to do something like that, let alone so boldly. He's never been in that position with another man, and the novelty of it is as thrilling as it is terrifying. ]
... We should. Ah. Um. See how nice the bed is in this room of yours. I think. [ A tiny, strangled clearing of his throat. ] And then you can– yes. Please. Akira.
[ It just. Slips out. Every reaction he's having is already mortifying enough, why not tack that on too? ]
Until that turn at the end that makes his eyes go wide and round as saucers, mouth twisting into an incredulous grin as he presses both palms flat against Akira's shoulders to pull himself back and look him dead in the eye.
Well. In his regular eyes, at least... ]
Th-that's what you want? Really? I– hah, my god, well, okay...
[ Oh, all that fluster from earlier returns to him at once, squirming in Akira's lap and darting his gaze away.
No one has ever offered to do something like that, let alone so boldly. He's never been in that position with another man, and the novelty of it is as thrilling as it is terrifying. ]
... We should. Ah. Um. See how nice the bed is in this room of yours. I think. [ A tiny, strangled clearing of his throat. ] And then you can– yes. Please. Akira.
[ It just. Slips out. Every reaction he's having is already mortifying enough, why not tack that on too? ]
[ Akira.
It's almost embarrassing how easily Maruki can make his own name echo inside his skull like this, but both his heart and his dick are too busy swelling to pay attention to much else outside of the fact he just got the ok to absolutely ravish this beautiful man. ]
I couldn't agree more~!
[ And without any warning a single arm loops itself under Maruki's legs to scoop him up, carrying him the short distance between the loveseat and the bed as if he were just another part of the feather-light sheets his back gently lands on.
Akira's much less concerned with drawing things out when it comes to his own belt and pants, counter-intuitively kneeling above Maruki's legs before he has to pause and adjust to get the damn things down far enough. It's fine, he can laugh at his own lack of foresight, and once he's got at least one leg free he can properly slink on up closer to Maruki's face to get another very important question out of the way. ]
So, would you like to help me out, or should I give you a show...?
It's almost embarrassing how easily Maruki can make his own name echo inside his skull like this, but both his heart and his dick are too busy swelling to pay attention to much else outside of the fact he just got the ok to absolutely ravish this beautiful man. ]
I couldn't agree more~!
[ And without any warning a single arm loops itself under Maruki's legs to scoop him up, carrying him the short distance between the loveseat and the bed as if he were just another part of the feather-light sheets his back gently lands on.
Akira's much less concerned with drawing things out when it comes to his own belt and pants, counter-intuitively kneeling above Maruki's legs before he has to pause and adjust to get the damn things down far enough. It's fine, he can laugh at his own lack of foresight, and once he's got at least one leg free he can properly slink on up closer to Maruki's face to get another very important question out of the way. ]
So, would you like to help me out, or should I give you a show...?
[ Being hauled around like he's no heavier than a sack of rice from the market will never lose its appeal for Maruki. He might squawk in surprise at first, but by the time Akira has him flat on his back on the bed, he's laughing, nearly breathless with delirious joy. He'll always be weak for a man who's stronger than he looks...
And he blinks up at that question, the grin still on his lips from watching Akira's tangle with his own clothes, eyebrows raising quizzically. ]
Is that a real option? Being given a show? I have to admit, I do like watching you...
And he blinks up at that question, the grin still on his lips from watching Akira's tangle with his own clothes, eyebrows raising quizzically. ]
Is that a real option? Being given a show? I have to admit, I do like watching you...
Mhmm, just for you.
[ Whether the bottle he reaches for the nightstand drawer to pull out came with the room or he brought it himself is hard to say, it looks too nice to tell. Either way, it's now crystal clear what he means once he pops the cap off. ]
Though you should know I'd never mind having your hands on me.
[ Whether the bottle he reaches for the nightstand drawer to pull out came with the room or he brought it himself is hard to say, it looks too nice to tell. Either way, it's now crystal clear what he means once he pops the cap off. ]
Though you should know I'd never mind having your hands on me.
[ Maruki may be easily flustered and overwhelmed, painfully shy when the attention is turned on him, but he's far from puritanical – his mind instantly supplies a dozen feverish images of exactly what he could do with his hands on Akira as he puts on his little show. He's an insatiable man, after all, and Akira has managed to crack the mask that keeps it all under wraps. He can't stop himself now.
He exhales, low and slow, awestruck eyes roving up and down Akira's body poised above him, and his smile warms his words. ]
Well... it works out nicely, then. I don't think I could keep my hands off of you.
[ And then, to emphasize the point: Both of Maruki's palms slide broadly over Akira's thighs, an appreciative squeeze to the firm muscle there as they make their way up to grip his hips. ]
He exhales, low and slow, awestruck eyes roving up and down Akira's body poised above him, and his smile warms his words. ]
Well... it works out nicely, then. I don't think I could keep my hands off of you.
[ And then, to emphasize the point: Both of Maruki's palms slide broadly over Akira's thighs, an appreciative squeeze to the firm muscle there as they make their way up to grip his hips. ]
[ A shiver of anticipation runs up his spine at the feeling of bold hands exploring up his legs, already feeling so, so hot to the touch. Oooh but it's going to be difficult to take as much time as he needs with this one. ]
Then by all means.
[ One hand taking hold of Maruki's wrist for balance, he guides a slicked up finger back, and down, and all those eyes fluttering with a hitch of his breath is only one precious moment lost staring down at the man in front of them.
Yet he decides it's still too many once they're all back open. Patience, patience... ]
You...you really are beautiful, you know.
Then by all means.
[ One hand taking hold of Maruki's wrist for balance, he guides a slicked up finger back, and down, and all those eyes fluttering with a hitch of his breath is only one precious moment lost staring down at the man in front of them.
Yet he decides it's still too many once they're all back open. Patience, patience... ]
You...you really are beautiful, you know.
[ OH, OKAY. So he wasn't able to escape the attention on him after all, even with Akira being the main attraction at the moment! The noise that escapes from Maruki is half startled yelp, half disbelieving laugh – it's patently absurd, as Akira is on display all strong and lithe, straddling him and opening himself up so brazenly, that they're talking about him.
But there those are eyes, trained inexorably on Maruki.
That blush, somewhat abated earlier, rises back to the surface and begins to travel down his chest. The hand not caught by Akira wanders up to trace delicate fingers along one of the jagged scars. ]
You ought to take a good look at yourself before you say things like that! I never pictured you like this, Ak– ah, um, Takahashi, but you're a vision, really...
But there those are eyes, trained inexorably on Maruki.
That blush, somewhat abated earlier, rises back to the surface and begins to travel down his chest. The hand not caught by Akira wanders up to trace delicate fingers along one of the jagged scars. ]
You ought to take a good look at yourself before you say things like that! I never pictured you like this, Ak– ah, um, Takahashi, but you're a vision, really...
Oh no, no, [ Back down forward again, truly a display of thigh and core strength, but the main goal is to place a teasing fingertip below Maruki's lips. ] don't get shy on me now. I heard you loud and clear that first time.
And I'd like to hear it again.
[ Hand moving to the pillow for leverage instead, it has the oh so delightful side effect of letting him bring his own lips closer to Maruki's ear. His other not having stopped, not even for a moment, his breathing is getting ragged--hot, heavy, downright shameless as he lowers his voice into a husky whisper, ]
Takuto...
And I'd like to hear it again.
[ Hand moving to the pillow for leverage instead, it has the oh so delightful side effect of letting him bring his own lips closer to Maruki's ear. His other not having stopped, not even for a moment, his breathing is getting ragged--hot, heavy, downright shameless as he lowers his voice into a husky whisper, ]
Takuto...
[ Really, it's ridiculous of him. It's patently absurd to reel himself back and think he was being too familiar, too quickly with a man who he's found himself in such a compromising position with – more than that, a man he's so terribly smitten with, in defiance of every initial instinct that told him otherwise. To decide a given name is a step too far when he has Akira fully bared atop him, working himself open and still managing to spill over with praise for him – it's fucking comical. Maruki is more than aware.
And that stupid trepidation is rendered obsolete in the time it takes for Akira to lean down and breathe his own name hot against his ear.
A gasp gets caught in his throat. One hand flies up to clutch at the back of Akira's head, fingers threading through his hair as he turns his cheek to try to kiss any part of his face he can reach, feverish with affection and desire.
One day, Akira will know just how long it's been since anyone cared for him enough to call him that.
For now, the only thing that matters is rocking up against this baffling, fascinating, lovely man, trying to capture his lips again, and whispering through every attempt: ]
Akira... Akira.
[ Maruki will say it as many times as he wants. ]
And that stupid trepidation is rendered obsolete in the time it takes for Akira to lean down and breathe his own name hot against his ear.
A gasp gets caught in his throat. One hand flies up to clutch at the back of Akira's head, fingers threading through his hair as he turns his cheek to try to kiss any part of his face he can reach, feverish with affection and desire.
One day, Akira will know just how long it's been since anyone cared for him enough to call him that.
For now, the only thing that matters is rocking up against this baffling, fascinating, lovely man, trying to capture his lips again, and whispering through every attempt: ]
Akira... Akira.
[ Maruki will say it as many times as he wants. ]
[Preamble schmeamble. Satan's Big Kink is spanking. Akira is interested in studying his capabilities. Satan can transform into a fucking furry behemoth with big ole paws, too big for anywhere bar a warehouse or the like, but hey, he's not the only guy Akira's probably had to 'treat' of this size, so it's not like it's hard for them to find a space to do this. In fact, it's a relief to be able to stretch for a bit, really fuck around with his powers and get praised for it like he's actually special.
And sometimes, Satan likes to indulge in a bit of mind-reading to see what this little non-human, buzzing with energy and curiosity, is thinking. One thing leads to another, and really, is it any surprise that Satan's sat down, yanking Akira over his big, veiny thighs (so close to his sheath, oh dear) and rumbling in amusement?]
You're a pain in the fucking ass, so I figure you should learn what that feels like too, huh Doc? Reckon no one's ever disciplined you like you deserve; types like that crave a sharp hand across the ass, kekeke!
[A gentle stroke from mind to mind, to make sure that Akira's alright with this in ways that Satan's clumsy words don't fully allow. Imperceptibly small, almost. But it's only fun if they're both having fun.]
And sometimes, Satan likes to indulge in a bit of mind-reading to see what this little non-human, buzzing with energy and curiosity, is thinking. One thing leads to another, and really, is it any surprise that Satan's sat down, yanking Akira over his big, veiny thighs (so close to his sheath, oh dear) and rumbling in amusement?]
You're a pain in the fucking ass, so I figure you should learn what that feels like too, huh Doc? Reckon no one's ever disciplined you like you deserve; types like that crave a sharp hand across the ass, kekeke!
[A gentle stroke from mind to mind, to make sure that Akira's alright with this in ways that Satan's clumsy words don't fully allow. Imperceptibly small, almost. But it's only fun if they're both having fun.]
[ Oh, once Satan brought out that 'new' form there's no doubt Akira's been a pain in the ass. A presumptuous brat, even, the way he pokes, prods, pulls at every inch of the huge fella he can get to with little to no consideration for how said huge fella might feel about it. He's far too excited for that, lost in the sauce of discovery and pushed forward like the blood pumping through his veins a mile a minute, flushing his face and burdening his breathing into an almost obscene display all on its own.
So it really should be no surprise this is where that gets him. ]
--Hey! I wasn't anywhere close to done with you!
[ Only a half serious complaint, as a peek into his mind will show. It moves just as quickly as you'd think, flipping back and forth between a hydra of questions about this devil, this body, the other body, how everything is interconnected, and the horny stream of consciousness once he's bent over of yes, yes, oh yes, please keep going, please--
Which is to say, despite the wriggling he's doing, yes. He's very alright with all of this. ]
So it really should be no surprise this is where that gets him. ]
--Hey! I wasn't anywhere close to done with you!
[ Only a half serious complaint, as a peek into his mind will show. It moves just as quickly as you'd think, flipping back and forth between a hydra of questions about this devil, this body, the other body, how everything is interconnected, and the horny stream of consciousness once he's bent over of yes, yes, oh yes, please keep going, please--
Which is to say, despite the wriggling he's doing, yes. He's very alright with all of this. ]
Can it; you're the one who's big on learning, and I'm teaching you a fuckin' lesson.
[Delicately delicately, he tries to undress Akira with his big meaty paws, before grunting and giving up on that delicate bullshit. For better or worse, those pants are just getting yanked down, and underwear? Nah. Nah, that's getting torn, straight up. As if it's paper instead of cloth.
Then Satan smooths one hand over that cute little ass, chuffing heavily enough that it looks like clouds of steam coming from his maw, before winding back.]
You're lucky I know you can take a real beating. I really wanna punish you for being so damn cute that it pisses me off...! [There's no holding back when he finally brings his hand down on Akira's ass, at least not like there would be for a human. The sort of slap that rattles the brain and spine, just for this uppity little creature.
With his free hand, he cups Akira's chin and starts working one pointed, thick claw into his mouth, just to press against his tongue and see what he does. Another slap. Another. Just varying in power and placement enough to keep any one spot from going completely numb, the comforting sort of percussion and pain that threatens to go too far but never quite manages it.]
[Delicately delicately, he tries to undress Akira with his big meaty paws, before grunting and giving up on that delicate bullshit. For better or worse, those pants are just getting yanked down, and underwear? Nah. Nah, that's getting torn, straight up. As if it's paper instead of cloth.
Then Satan smooths one hand over that cute little ass, chuffing heavily enough that it looks like clouds of steam coming from his maw, before winding back.]
You're lucky I know you can take a real beating. I really wanna punish you for being so damn cute that it pisses me off...! [There's no holding back when he finally brings his hand down on Akira's ass, at least not like there would be for a human. The sort of slap that rattles the brain and spine, just for this uppity little creature.
With his free hand, he cups Akira's chin and starts working one pointed, thick claw into his mouth, just to press against his tongue and see what he does. Another slap. Another. Just varying in power and placement enough to keep any one spot from going completely numb, the comforting sort of percussion and pain that threatens to go too far but never quite manages it.]
[ Clothes? Non-issue. They can easily be replaced later for the joy of feeling skin on skin right now.
Especially the joy of that first big smack, all protests cut short with an open-mouthed gasp as for the barest sliver of an instant all that back and forth in his head cuts off with a somehow pleased, warm static taking everything's place.
It's all back in the next instant, convenient timing for that open mouth to invite a dangerous claw on in, tongue curiously lapping and probing against it as if it can commit the shape and feel into Akira's memory just from that. And, perhaps, tease against its massive point, though that may be a little harder once the other hand starts up again.
His own nails are almost embarrassingly useless in comparison as they dig into whatever leg flesh they can--not necessarily to keep himself still, not at all, but he sure isn't planning on going anywhere any time soon. ]
Especially the joy of that first big smack, all protests cut short with an open-mouthed gasp as for the barest sliver of an instant all that back and forth in his head cuts off with a somehow pleased, warm static taking everything's place.
It's all back in the next instant, convenient timing for that open mouth to invite a dangerous claw on in, tongue curiously lapping and probing against it as if it can commit the shape and feel into Akira's memory just from that. And, perhaps, tease against its massive point, though that may be a little harder once the other hand starts up again.
His own nails are almost embarrassingly useless in comparison as they dig into whatever leg flesh they can--not necessarily to keep himself still, not at all, but he sure isn't planning on going anywhere any time soon. ]
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