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[ The video flickers on and Riou... does not have his wolf ears as he did in the past. In fact, it's noteable that he looks a little frustrated. He's got a small frown and his brows are furrowed in a state of perplex. Indeed, there's not a Sanguis trait in sight.

When Riou returned to Prismatica, he returned as a member of the Iris gang. More than that, he returned with the strength of an anime from the 90's. Okay, no suit. No shirt either, since those wings definitely don't fit in there. Basically you've got a man in camo pants with no shirt and giant swan wings. ]

What circumstances causes a blessing to change? I was Sanguis before.

[ And now he's spent all morning sitting with his legs crossed and willing his "heat" to go down so that he could make a post to ask. He has it under control for now, thank you.

What's less under control is the fact that he can in no way hunt like this?? How is he supposed to get food when he can't blend into his environment? ]

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[ It's not the same as a normal fever, he notes, but yes. He doesn't respond though since Jyuto already said he's coming over. He's got to concentrate on not popping a boner before Jyuto gets here now.

Which means he unlocks his door and disarms his traps at the front so Jyuto can get in, and is sitting cross legged in the middle of his floor trying to will his thoughts not to travel to the fact that Jyuto is the same as he is. They're both Iris. He wonders what features Jyuto has. If he's a rabbit as he's so-called, then he wonders if he has a delightful little tail. He wants to touch it.

..He may have to lay off eating real rabbits for a while if that's the case. At least in the traditional sense. Whenever he hears Jyuto outside, he calls out. ]

The door is open!

[ Jyuto lets himself in accordingly, and though Riou's already disarmed aforementioned traps, because Jyuto doesn't know and it's Riou's apartment h's entering, he's wary. Two long, dark rabbit ears are perked forward, listening for any sounds that may tip him off— he doesn't want his foot caught, or to wind up otherwise suspended in a net. Is there even room for that up there? His cautious eyes find the ceiling. Probably not, but he's sure Riou could find a way... ]

I brought the cooler.
[ Letting him know. When he's realized he's in the clear to come in fully, he notices Riou sitting on the floor. He looks the same as he did in the video broastcast, defeated, and wilted. Yes, Jyuto has a tail. And though it isn't visible because he's too stubborn to cut holes in his clothing, it lifts with an unseen wiggle during Jyuto's almost desperate attempt to cheer Riou up. ]

Anyway...! Look, we're the same. It's not so bad; I thought I'd be the only one, and I only didn't mention it to you sooner because Samatoki made Iris sound like something to be embarrassed about. [ He really doesn't want him to stay upset. Though Riou is thick-skinned, Jyuto can easily distinguish when something is bothering him.

He sets the cooler down, ice clunking against itself as he does. Jyuto's green eyes belatedly drink in the fact that Riou is half-naked with a pair of swan wings. ]
Besides, you look good. Better than me, right? [ Good is a word, but it doesn't describe what he thinks as accurately as others. Riou doesn't deserve to getting objectified by Jyuto's horny Iris thoughts. He's trying hard to stay polite.

Jyuto squats beside the ice he's brought. He's ready to refill Riou's icepack. And because he begins to feel awkward about verbally admitting his interest in Riou's new wings, he tries to divert the other man's attention: ] Where was your ice pack?

[ There is-- Riou's done a lot of unauthorized work on this apartment. But at the door, he's since gotten rid of the net after he accidentally captured Sen and Samatoki in it when they tried to surprise him for his birthday. If they're to be caught in it, he wanted something more comfortable for his captives so he changed it to a drop cage, which is a more sophisticated device, but they're on the top floor so he had space to build-- no one ever goes up there, after all, and it did inevitably prove to be very useful and result in a threesome. That was not in his plan, but he thinks it's a much better result than Samatoki and Sen caught in a net.

Regardless, it's disabled so that Jyuto can come in. He's not going to intentionally capture his friend without good reason, especially during Iris when he can't help but feel like he wants to keep Jyuto out of trouble. (Though perhaps intentionally capturing him to keep him out of a bad situation may be a consideration later-- but not now. That would require extreme circumstances or Samatoki's orders.) When he starts speaking and comes through the door, Riou looks up at him, though he leans to the side slightly as if he's trying to see if there is something. It's impossible with Jyuto facing him though, so he gives up and turns his focus to the cooler. ]

Nothing about a rabbit makes you look bad. In America, there's a popular concept called "Playboy Bunny." They wear bowties, though.

[ But still, the suit and the ears... That is probably an incredibly strange thing to bring up, but Riou doesn't consider it might be uncomfortable. He's always honest, saying what he thinks unless it's confidential or he's told it's inappropriate-- sometimes late.

It's probably made worse when Riou reaches into the front of his pants to pull out his melted ice pack, expression unchangingly stern as he does so. It's the equivalent of a cold shower without turning himself into a prune or making a huge mess because of the wings.. ]

[ Jyuto's heard about Playboy. Wait a second, ] Isn't the playboy the old man with the mansion of women? I thought it was a porn?

[ Or something along those lines. It being porn doesn't make too much sense, as he's certain he's seen the name collaborated and printed on famous clothing brands. Backpacks, sweaters, keyholders... actually, come to think of it, maybe it'd been the root of the bunny suit costume in adult entertainment too. Nonetheless, he's scratching his cheek. It's not the most awkward conversation they've ever had. He hears the shifting of fabric, looking over to see Riou pull the pack from out of his pants.

Oh. That was why.

Jyuto wonders if Riou will get embarrassed if he says anything, reaching to take the icepack. When he's got it, he dumps what's left of the remnants into the cooler and fills the pack again with fresh ice. Bent over as he does this, the lump of his bunny tail is slightly seen through the fabric of his trousers. His rabbit ears flatten, disgruntled because he's trapped between two perverted subjects: porn or moon cycle boners. ]

I don't have any bowties. [ A feeble attempt. ]

No. It's a large company with hotels, magazines, and so on. The mansion is where Hugh Hefner lived. But they're most famous for is the Playboy Bunny.

[ Riou doesn't find it necessary to explain what the icepack was doing in his pants. It's doing the important job of fighting off his boner. Though the more conversations he's had with fellow Iris-blessed, the more he seems to realize that it's likely a futile effort. His wings flap slightly, as if he's trying to adjust them or he's just restless. It's hard to tell. He's not even really sure.

For what it's worth, he appreciates Jyuto not asking. However, instead of watching Jyuto refill the icepack, he can definitely see the lump and his focus zeroes in on it. He ends up standing up and moving behind Jyuto, his hand hovering close, but he stops. He knows better than to do anything without permission. ]

Can I see your tail?

[ Jyuto doesn't expect to be approached, and when he hears Riou shifting to get closer to him, he turns his head over his shoulder to look back. His tail? It's... well, obviously out of plain sight. Is Riou so interested? Jyuto studies the other man's face for a bit, trying to read his intent. Then, ]

You may, I don't mind.
[ But he has to set aside the icepack for a moment. His eyes look away and down, so that he can unbuckle his belt and the buttons of his trousers. As the ball of fluff in question sits just on his tail bone, he'll need to lower his pants some for Riou to see it properly. ] —Sorry, I didn't want to cut holes in my clothing.

[ Fabric is shifted, and Jyuto hooks his thumbs into the waist band of his underwear to untuck the rabbit tail so that Riou can see. It's dark brown like his ears and hair, flexing and standing up tall but nervous when brought to attention. ]
Is this all right?

[ Riou stares silently, kneeling down to get a closer look at the tail. This does mean that his face is pretty close to Jyuto's butt. And he's very aware of it, but he's trying to handle this as normally as possible despite that his boner is threatening to resurface mere minutes from the removal of his past ice pack.

He reaches up to touch the top of the tail, lightly rubbing with his fingers just to see if it feels real. He's careful not to touch any of the flesh around the tail in case Jyuto might object. Jyuto was, after all, not particularly keen before on the idea of being with Riou. So he's trying to be as careful as he can.

..But he really wanted to touch the tail. ]

It feels so real.

[ The tail can be felt relaxing against the pad of Riou's thumb when it's taken between those fingers, even if it's only momentary. Jyuto feels like it's stirring something within him, and he cautiously looks back towards Riou behind him, like he wants to say something but isn't sure what. ]

It's... as real as your wings are, in that sense. [ Jyuto's conflicted about whether or not he should ask Riou to stop. He's honestly enjoying the tail touching a bit too much, unsure of whether or not he should cave into the feeling of it or intercept himself before it can get far. Iris urges the former. Looking away again, Jyuto subtly tries pushing his ass back into Riou's touch, testing him for some kind of reaction. ]

Japanese swans are up in Hokkaido. I haven't had the chance to hunt them, so I don't know what the wings feel like. Rabbits...

[ Riou deepens his petting a little, now pushing his fingers along the tail all the way to the base, where the fur meets flesh, and massages it a little heavily. He's just following his instincts right now, not really thinking about it. Jyuto's pushed back into his touch, which means he likes it, and he's acting accordingly. ]

Rabbits I enjoy a lot.

[ Jyuto's spine straightens and he shudders, the sensation traveling from the base of his neck all the way down to the tip of his tail. He feels a thrum of arousal stir beneath his stomach, but still doesn't stop Riou from rubbing at the stalk, where fur transitions to skin. He swallows, Adam's apple bobbing. It's an attempt to read subtext, sharp eyes flickering back up now that it seems like Riou may possibly be trying to address something. His hand didn't withdraw from the push, it went in harder. The comment about rabbits: what does he actually mean by it? They'd mentioned moonlacing before when Jyuto had first arrived, but it hadn't really been a subject of recurrence. ]

Hn.

[ Riou isn't stupid, but Jyuto's not entirely certain of how he approaches a party he's interested in. Is it clever like this, or is his game just a coincidence? He's never seen Riou in this context before, so he's going to have to learn what tells to look for. ]

And how do you mean? [ Jyuto quips back, his voice even and still fishing for signs. Of course he's aware that he could advance if he really wanted to (he'd been granted that permission already), but it doesn't change the fact that he's curious as to how Riou might feel about it. It's why he won't just turn around and close in. Too easy, too one-sided. Self-serving as Jyuto may be, he can't fall back on that justification when it comes to Riou. At least not the first time. ]

Edited 2019-12-31 07:12 (UTC)

[ Jyuto isn't objecting still... he thinks this is a good sign. He keeps quietly stroking the tail, his fingertips dipping just below onto Jyuto's flesh a couple of times. He doesn't respond verbally right away. He's taking his time, considering exactly what he wants to say he means.

He's acting without a target right now, and that's no good. If he's going to answer what that means, he needs to be decisive. He needs to take action. Jyuto had shown hesitation with him before, but he'd clarified that it wasn't because he didn't want attention from Riou, but that he didn't want him to take pity on him. Riou doesn't pity him. That makes this behavior acceptable, because Riou's intentions...

Well, he's fairly certain that he's already got a halfie again. Playboy bunnies are sexual objects, and Jyuto here, with his rabbit features, leaning into his touch, the knowledge that they're both Iris-blessed and therefore undoubtedly both unable to stop their urges from coming to the forefront... ]

I enjoy the way they feel... the way they act, and taste.

[ He slips his hand deeper, large palm sliding down to cup Jyuto's ass and squeezing firmly, but gently. His lips lower down right next to Jyuto's ear. ]

I've been told the most effective way to address Iris moon is through it over fighting it.

[ That's all he needs. It's more than enough to make Riou's point. Jyuto, once tense and locked, can be felt relaxing into Riou's frame behind him. His gaze casts downward, and without saying anything, he leans back into Riou and his lips before he slides his suit pants down his thighs. They're slowly stepped out of as not to disturb the grip on his ass cheek. Using his ankle to sweep the pants aside, he's left in nothing more than his underwear, dress socks and sock garters. He can feel his heartbeat begin to quicken, a nervousness foreign to him. Still, he finds Riou's free hand with one of his own, taking it carefully by the wrist and guiding it over the bone of his hip. Riou's words ignite Jyuto's lust, whether he's deliberately trying to talk dirty or not. ]

Then allow me to help you through it, Riou.

[ His green eyes are already preemptively looking over the layout of the living room, scoping it for furniture or places they can position themselves later. It's the first time he's been over, and he's only now really noticing what it looks like. Red gloved fingers trace over the back of Riou's hand, trailing up his forearm as to encourage him to delve further. ]

[ Riou's apartment is very sparse and clean. In the military, he never needed many things so he's gotten used to that. he does have a large tent with a sleeping bag set up in his room since he's more comfortable with that, but it's not yet visible to Jyuto. In the living room, there is a couch and a coffee table, and two dog beds with some toys in the corner of the room. There's a rug in front of the door both to conceal a trap that shoots up if the door is opened from the outside without a key. (If opened normally, it's good for not tracking dirt in.) It's rather like this, only minus the television because Riou doesn't really watch TV and the teal chair is dog beds. Outside on the patio, there's a smoker that Sen and Samatoki got for his birthday back in June and a barbecue grill that Riou got for himself. There are a number of traps hidden throughout the apartment, primarily focused at guarding his home at the entrances and windows, but nothing that can be triggered in the bottom foot and a half or so of the apartment so that his dogs are safe at all times. Nothing is particularly decorated, but everything is very clean.

Riou's mind is far from the contents of his apartment though, as much as Jyuto's might be locating more comfortable places to relocate than standing in the middle of the floor. He's focused on the way that Jyuto all but surrenders to his touch after he's clarified what it is he's looking for. In the end, making it clear what you want is always for the best. They have time to decide exactly how far they want to go with this now, and Riou can't help but get excited himself. Even if it's been made clear to him that he shouldn't make assumptions about position by Samatoki, it seems like a good call to assume that Jyuto doesn't mind Riou being the more forward one here. ]

We can help each other.

[ This is certainly a.. new way to have each other's backs. Riou's fine with it. With that permission and Jyuto leaning against his touch, he turns his head just enough to press his lips against the older man's ear, then as if emphasizing his point earlier about how rabbits taste, he lightly bites the shell of it. There's something carnal about the way he feels right now. He can't feel Jyuto's heart beating, but he's close enough to hear the gentle passing of his quickening breath. He can feel the soft nub now against his forearm as his hands delve for a much more human prize, carefully grasping his rear and feeling him out now that he's bare save for the red gloves guiding Riou's hands encouragingly. As his hands trail across the cop's skin, left exploring his abdomen and right slowly dipping further down to his lower thigh, then back up again, the redhead bows his head lower again, this time to Jyuto's neck for a much more devouring gesture-- another small bite, then sucking. It will undoubtedly leave a mark unless Jyuto stops him, but he finds himself wanting to devour the rabbit before him right now.

He may not be able to hunt real rabbits for some time. ]

[ Jyuto's never quite heard Riou's voice this close before. The only time that comes to mind is the time the two of them shared a bed in Jyuto's apartment after that battle with the dolls, and even then doesn't quite compare. That time had been lulled chitchat, an attempt to comfort each other through the shock of the fight. Like this though, he feels the movements of Riou's lips against cartilage, the wash of hot breath when teeth fall over and nip the edge of his ear. ]

You don't have a lot of furniture. [ His lashes fall after he loses interest in the scenery, watching Riou's hands explore him and rouse his lust. He'd normally object to a hickey, an unsightly bruise marring what outward image of professionalism he has, but... it's Riou. Riou gets away with all sort of things because he is who he is, and Jyuto finds it difficult to scold him for it. And it isn't as if it feels bad, either. The neck he's sucking on outstretches, permitting him to have at it. Jyuto's rabbit tail wiggles unbeknown to him against Riou's arousal, but only notices after the fact. When he realizes something's back there, he reaches and runs his hand behind himself to feel Riou through his pants, unsure of whether or not the other's going to relent on marking him and unlatch his mouth long enough to let him turn entirely. ]

There's a bedroom, right? [ Jyuto's trying to keep his voice down out of habit, though there's no one present to overhear. His head is still angled so Riou can suckle on him, long rabbit ears drooped forward. Fingers tuck and rub at Riou's bulge, one of his own beginning to swell in Jyuto's underwear as he does. It's somehow bigger than expected, and he expected big from him. ]

[ As immature as marking him may be, how else is he supposed to react when Jyuto is a rabbit? He's what Riou normally considers prey, protected by who he is and an intense thirst that Riou isn't sure how to deal with. He's lucky he doesn't bite him all over. He removes his mouth from Jyuto's neck to answer the question though, responding almost right away. ]

I don't need much.

[ Riou responds to that right away, but his voice is more distant than normal. His focus is not on his own words but on Jyuto's fingers. He doesn't even want to move from the spot because he knows Jyuto will have to stop so they can get into his bedroom. All his zippers are zipped and with his wings, getting into his room sounds like such a pain when he just wants to take his fellow crewmate right now.

He holds both of his arms around Jyuto's waist for a moment, his chest pressed against the shorter man's shoulders and back, as he considers if he wants to go to the bedroom or not. Jyuto hasn't told him to go to the bedroom, he just asked if there is one. ]

The dogs are in there. Samatoki hasn't picked them up yet. If you want to trade places, I can let them out here and we can go in.

[ That sounds like such an effort and the couch is right there... ]

[ The span of Jyuto's back fits into Riou's arms so easily— he notices it as he feels the other pressing on him, muscle against the blades of his shoulders. Jyuto hadn't ever considered himself fragile or small, but with Riou's frame pushed flush and there to be compared, he just feels thin and long, like a branch that may snap if Riou squeezes him too hard. Weirdly enough, he's into it. The body holding him is warm, and he turns himself in Riou's embrace to face him properly. ]

It's fine. [ Jyuto senses this is the answer that Riou wants to hear, anyway. He keeps stroking him. It's too much of a hassle for them to to relocate, and Jyuto knows if he sees those cute little dogs come out into the living room, he'll feel weird and really dirty all of a sudden for being so ready to fuck their owner. They'll make do with the couch. Jyuto fuddles with Riou's belt, unbuckling it sloppily with one hand and still rubbing him with the other; he's excited to see what's tucked away in there, because maybe in the darkest corner of his mind he's been curious and pondered before. The leather and metal hits the ground with a thud and Jyuto droops one arm over Riou's shoulder, fingertips brushing the buzzed undercut of sandy red hair. Carefully, he steps back with one foot, reeling Riou along with him to the couch that he's memorized the location of, the motion not too different than that of a slow tango. His green eyes try to read something out of him. What he wants, what might turn him on. He can still feel some saliva on his nape from Riou's hickey.

There's the soft sound of a zipper whirring as Jyuto helps himself to undoing Riou's fly with the hand that isn't hooked around him. His gaze has fallen, the desire to see the outline of Riou's arousal apparent in his eagerness. Pants are tugged lower, hooked beneath Riou's butt for a better view. The back of his own leg touches the couch and he knows he's safe to lower himself into a sit, hand sliding in his descent to hold Riou by the hips. His thumbs press where bones dip and form into muscle. ]

Let me see.

Edited 2020-01-07 14:14 (UTC)

[ Riou doesn't consider Jyuto small and fragile either. Most people are, compared to him. But he's seen Jyuto on the battlefield, brave and skilled despite his smaller stature. He may be aligned with the violet moon, but he had long before shown a fire that burned far hotter than the heat they're both falling under the spell of now. It's easy to give into it; he wonders if he might've without the push, thinking on his great respect and desire to be near Jyuto, but he supposes the question asked doesn't matter if the answer is the same. ]

Another time.

[ He'll happily take Jyuto in his sleeping bag when he doesn't have wings. But there is a consideration to make. One that Jyuto will likely punish their leader for in the future, given that it's probably a question that needn't be asked. As Jyuto makes himself familiar with the redhead's pants and what's beneath them, and they both make their way to the seating area, Riou follows orders all too eagerly. He kicks his pants off the rest of the way now that Jyuto's dislodged him, his boots luckily not in the equation as he hadn't planned on going out today, and his underwear comes next.

An impressive length pops out of its confines and Riou sighs in almost relief at the release of the pressure of it being hidden within fabric. He wonders if many Iris simply spend the days without clothing to help relieve that tension. But Riou still has to ask his question, and it's probably not one Jyuto expects with a dick in his face. ]

Am I allowed to kiss you?

[ Jyuto's mid-peel of one of his leather gloves when he's asked the question. The other glove is already set neatly beside himself on the couch. His green eyes are fixed on the erection Riou's relinquished, and he's too distracted now to register what's been prompted to him because the the sheer length nearly knocks the glasses from his face. With two hands now freed, Jyuto's long fingers wrap loosely around the base of Riou's dick, the girth of it somehow real fun to hold. He draws in, just about to put his open mouth on it but then realizes Riou is awaiting an answer. Wait, what had he been asked, again? ]

Yes, I don't mind. [ It's strange, but maybe Riou's nervous that kissing might change the type of relationship they have. It's the only logical assumption Jyuto can draw. His eyes flicker up to meet Riou's and a polished smile, as usual of him, is there to assure the certainty of the answer. While Jyuto's confident in the sack, maintaining that eye contact with Riou for this is going to be difficult at first. He uses his hand to angle the shaft towards himself, finally bringing his mouth in close enough to take the flushed head past his lips. A hot tongue swirls experimentally around the circumference, memorizing the shape. Jyuto stays quiet as he maps out what he's working with. It's thick, and it's making him sort of giddy. ]

Are you nervous? [ After a moment of teasing just Riou's tip, Jyuto's voice mutters, muffled by cock. ]

[ The stress of the heat he's been in all morning almost knocks every thought and question out of his head the second that he feels Jyuto's hand against his cock. He rarely sees the other man's hands, and now they're touching him in a more intimate way than he had previously conceived they might ever become. His focus zeroes in on Jyuto's lips just as the other man stops and Riou finds himself holding his breath.

It isn't until he feels the warmth of Jyuto's tongue begins to explore him that he lets the breath out, a puff of air uncharacteristic of someone who's so in shape he's rarely out of a breath. It's almost a tease in its own right when they're both obviously under the influence of Iris moon, both obviously know what they want. Jyuto wants to take his time and tease, Riou is more the straight-forward type. He'll have to try to yield to Jyuto's desires this time, since he's the one receiving a treat worth savoring this afternoon. ]

No.

[ Excited, yes. Anticipatory. Trying to contain himself because last time Samatoki blew him, he face-fucked him because he couldn't and he shouldn't do that to Jyuto. Why would he be nervous?

Right, Riou asked about the kissing. He clarifies after another moment, though he pointedly moves his hands to his hips to keep them off of Jyuto's head. ]

Samatoki wouldn't let me. I don't want you to do anything you don't want.

[ Although it's hard to tell, Jyuto frowns around the other man's cock as he gives him head, his annoyance allowing him to overcome the initial shyness he'd experienced to pass an unhappy glance up towards Riou. His eyebrows are knit and skeptical, rabbit ears slumping a little because he doesn't want to think about stupid Samatoki while he's trying to enjoy what's happening here. He pulls Riou's shaft into his mouth deeper, a frustrated sigh passing through his nostrils, and then looks back down at what he's doing. One hand strokes the uncovered length slow and hard while the other traces his fingertips in circles over Riou's ballsack. In and out, Jyuto starts to bob his head forward to establish a rhythm.

He hadn't intended to reply, but after a small while of this, when he sees that Riou's hands are still on his hips, he realizes he probably needs to. On the next pull out, Jyuto removes his mouth from Riou and begins to jerk him off with his hand more fervently, over the entire barrel. ]
You don't need to worry about me getting upset about that kind of thing. [ Jyuto puts more weight into his handjob, swiveling his wrist to change how his grip comes down and hits the hilt. ] But I want to know what you like, Riou. [ Green eyes gaze up through his lashes. The lenses of his glasses catch some light. ]

[ Between his past experience and Iris's influence making him more protective than normal, it had been second-nature to consider Jyuto's comfort over his own want to just thrust forward into Jyuto's mouth and watch him salivate around his cock. It's probably a bit much, but he definitely.. knows what he wants. Riou is a man of action, and a man who is dangerous when it comes to his enemies. He's kind and warm and loving of his allies, though. So when it comes to bed he undoubtedly can get a little rough when given the opportunity. His size doesn't help with that when he's trying to be polite and kind.

At least with that permission, his hand moves to Jyuto's head, brushing through his hair and then down to rest at his jawline. ]

I want to stuff it down your throat, Jyuto. Is that okay?

[ How is he supposed to not share what he wants when Jyuto's working him so well that his brow is starting to sweat a little, and he's telling him he wants to know. ]

[ Frank, isn't he? Jyuto feels some heat rush to his face when he hears what Riou wants, his teammate's finger tips perhaps even able to feel it in his skin. Even still, his gaze doesn't shy away when he answers. ]

I'll take care of it. [ Jyuto gives Riou's shaft a few more pumps of his wrist before settling both of his hands carefully at the base. Some of his fingers lace together in the fluff of Riou's pubic hair. There's a smirk against the ridge of the glans before Jyuto kisses the top of it, and he gives the rest of the length a long, visible lick with his tongue like a slut with a popsicle.

When he reaches the head again, Jyuto takes the dick in his mouth and readies himself for what it's going to feel like— Riou had specifically said he wanted it stuffed down his throat, after all. The thought gets him hornier, and he makes a soft noise against throbbing arousal, pushing his head forward as far as it'll go. He'd intended to watch Riou while he did so, but it's big; Jyuto closes his eyes and sighs hard through flared nostrils, trying to savor and memorize Riou's shape and taste. Some slobber dribbles down his chin. The reason he's taken the base with two hands is so that he can stifle his gag reflex with a pressure point, his thumb pressing into said spot on his hand when the swollen crown of Riou's cock pushes past his soft palate, towards the depths of his throat.

Jyuto knows that taking a successful facefucking from Riou is going to be a feat. There's the possibility this could backfire miserably and ruin any kind of sexual attraction Riou might feel towards him; risk sending them on their way, unsatisfied and awkward. Still, he's confident with his head held and ready, Riou buried to the hilt and with Jyuto's nose nestled against his bush. ]

[ Riou's eyes flicker shut for a brief moment as Jyuto begins his long lick, but he forces them open again. He wants to see the look on Jyuto's face. He wants to cement this kind of expression on his friend into his memory, because this is different than anything he's seen from the man before. He finds he's drawn to it. He's Eve and Jyuto is the apple and the snake all rolled into one and god does he want both. The show that Jyuto puts on from there is obviously intended to be one worth watching, the kind of thing that a man would expect to see in porn, but not in real life. Just what kind of person has Jyuto been this whole time? Just what kind of a person is that level of desire going to turn Riou into?

Riou will remember this, and will reward him for it once this process is through. If there's one thing that Jyuto will come to learn it's that Riou always gives as good as he gets, even if in different ways. On the other hand, Riou really wants to go deep, and standing and sturdy is good for normal activities, but right now it makes it difficult to get what he wants. The cop on his cock right now wants Riou to go for what he wants, and he won't hold back now. He doesn't, and almost as soon as Jyuto's all but devoured him, Riou moves his hand up the side of his head to grip Jyuto's hair, pulling just hard enough to guide him backward onto the couch while Riou pushes forward. Instead of Riou standing straight and Jyuto sitting there not-so-prim-and-properly, Riou puts his knees up on the couch so that he's hovering over Jyuto. His aim was to get Jyuto's head against the soft couch cushion so the other man was comfortable, because he can barely contain himself right now. His hips pull backward and he starts thrusting into Jyuto's mouth, doing his best not to snap his hips forward and hurt the other man but obviously having to try to hold himself back. No one ever completely takes him in- he's too big, usually, and this feels mind-bendingly good. ]

Jyuto... tap my hip if you need me to stop.

[ The way he says the smaller man's name is breathlessly, but much calmer than the strained muscles of his legs. He's certainly going to have to make this up to him. ]

[ Jyuto's hands lower because there's not going to be a lot of use for them at this angle. Two sculpted thighs caging him, his head sinks further into the couch cushion though not far enough from the barrel between his lips. The shadow above him blocks the light from reaching him anymore. Jyuto balls his left hand into a fist around his thumb, another way to prevent himself from gagging. Still, he can hardly breathe, unable to nod when consenting to Riou's saying and only making a sloppy, muffled noise against Riou's engorged shaft to let him know he's on board with what's happening.

When Riou's hips rock forward, Jyuto feels Riou's cock stretching first the front of his throat and then the back. His eyes shut, and he sighs through his nostrils, the air controlled and calmly expelled. Riou is overwhelmingly large, and Jyuto's forearm shakes in how hard he's squeezing on his left thumb, determined not to reject what he's being given. With his jaw dropped open and obedient, Jyuto simply lolls his head back into the most compensating angle, wincing at first when Riou's balls drum against his chin and then accepting them as they do. Over and over he feels Riou's crown hitting deep in his throat, the sensation dizzying. It's almost like Riou's driving into his brain with how intense it is, each thrust just as disorienting as the first. Jyuto's now wet green irises roll back behind his lids and he makes what he can of a low moan. He wants to get into it, too. Sleeping masochism and moonblessed depravity begin to stir inside of him. It's the first time he's been face fucked this way, and he feels himself unraveling around it.

Jyuto saw it in Riou, before— that he liked what he saw of that display from before. It's why he's unabashed to arch his back and start jerking himself off from beneath him with his free hand; Jyuto's head entrusted to a firm grip and two insatiable eyes that look up at him, still burning with pride despite how each pound breaks him in and softens him into something more submissive and unseen. ]

Edited 2020-01-16 06:49 (UTC)

[ It's harder now, for Riou to really see some of Jyuto's more peripheral actions. Most of Jyuto's body is beneath his, the older man's head and his own pelvis taking up most of the view. It was a spectacular view though, one he doesn't think he'll forget in his lifetime. Well, if he can keep his eyes trained on it.

For one capable of sniping at a great distance, his eyes sure weren't obeying him now as he feels Jyuto's throat vibrate around his length in a moan. Jyuto moaning is encouraging. One of the reasons he'd held back in the first place had been because he was worried that it would be all about him-- that Jyuto wouldn't enjoy this if Riou was the only one taking pleasure, but it's obvious to him that isn't the case now.

Riou isn't one to make a lot of sound, in conversation or in more intimate situations such as this. And yet, he can't hold back a low rumble in his throat, as he thrusts over and over into Jyuto's throat. It's wet, and hot. He's drowning and boiling alive at the same time, but there is no pain, only pleasure. Only Jyuto. Riou is acting purely on instinct at this point, panting like a lion running after prey, sweat starting to pool at his pores as the tension builds to unbelievable heats within him.

Being in heat takes this to a whole other level, or perhaps it's a level that was inside Riou this whole time, waiting for Jyuto to bring it out.. he really doesn't know. All he knows is that he wants Jyuto to suck his cum down while his throat is stuffed completely, and Riou has no intention of stopping unless told otherwise until he's met that end. ]

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