prismatica | Voice To Text | Forward Dated to Iris Moon

[ unfortunately for joseph, yashiro manages to laugh at him even with his dick full sheathed inside of him and with that foot in his face.

He pushes it out of the way so he can keep laughing at him. ]

Shit! This place hates you.

[He's gonna move his foot to keep stomping on his face, flapping for balance, letting out harsh, angry sounds--even as he squeezes Yashiro's dick.]

I said shut up! Shut up! Shut up, I will tear your head from your shoulders and shove it up your pipe!

Sounds sexy, but I'm not sure how my dead body is going to help you get off.

[ ugh, stop stomping on him. He grabs his shoulders and then flips them both over, keeping his hips pressed up against Joseph's so he doesn't lose him, but getting him on his back. ]

Here, just lie back and take it and stop putting your weird bat feet in my face.

[He flaps again, glaring up at Yashiro, tears pricking his eyes. Those wings are there as always, and he wishes he could tear them from his back. Why does a man like this get such beautiful wings, when...]

You'd--you'd better make this worth it.

Shh. Just relax.

[ He may have given him shit before, but he does actually know what to do with his dick. And he also knows what Joseph wants. So he starts out slowly, rocking his hips into him without pulling out much. he reaches him and strokes joseph's head, brushing some hair out of his face. he's careful with the leather and metal of the cuffs he's still wearing, but he figures Joseph will like the aesthetic anyway. ]

I'll take care of you.

Mm...
[He still has those angry tears in his eyes, but his hair being stroked and brushed out of his face is nice...as are Yashiro's words.]

I hate this--this is for you, not for me. I am meant to be a Sanguis--

[He's complaining, yes, but it feels good, and he utters a little moan.]

I know, I know.

[ He leans down and kisses Joseph's forehead lightly as he starts to move his hips more, pulling out farther to push back in deeper, opening him up and making use of the way he slides so slick in and out of him. ]

It's okay.

Kiss my mouth.

[Still, his legs part more, his wings spreading slightly to balance himself as his own hips rock with Yashiro's pace. It feels good, the motion and reassurance together.]

[ He fights down the urge to roll his eyes and does as he's told, leaning down to kiss his mouth, sliding his tongue in and everything. ]

[It's what he wanted. He likes kissing, he doesn't care what Yashiro thinks of it. He returns the kiss, hooking his wings around his neck, knees drawn up to give him more access to move.]

[ it’s fine, he’s in a giving mood with it being iris and he’s willing to indulge him. he takes the space he’s given, angling his hips to get him just right. ]

[Joseph moans rhythmically into his mouth--and then cries out suddenly as Yashiro seems to hit a sweet spot. His legs wrap around Yashiro's waist, and he whines against his mouth.]

Yes--ah, there!

[ That's what he figured would happen. His small wings move happily behind him, enjoying the sound of his voice and the way Joseph wraps his legs around him, holding tight and whining. Good. He's flexible, he can fuck him like this as long as he needs. ]

Yeah? You like that?

Yes. More--!
[He claws more lines in Yashiro's back; truth be told, maybe it's better that he's relegated to this one claw. If he'd had his usual hands, Yashiro's entire back would be a mess.]

It's--ah, harder!

[ honestly, he would’ve been perfectly happy to be totally clawed up but this is nice at least.

More and harder are definitely things he can do — he picks up the pace, fucking him harder, faster, the wet squelching sound of Joseph’s iris-blessed ass growing louder between them. ]

You’re doing so good.

[He's abandoned all pretenses, kissing and biting with his sharp little fangs. It feels so good, and he swallows Yashiro up eagerly.
His next orgasm is more intense, despite being the second one--it's almost blinding, and Joseph cries out, his wings flapping against him.

He's moaning himself ragged; it feels so good. Biting and clawing felt great when he was Sanguis, that feeling of domination, but even this...the feeling of being filled, of being pounded into... in a way, it's liberating to be able to stop caring.]

[ Feeling Joseph tense around him like that certainly helps bring him closer, too. Joseph sounds and feels good, too, those bites and scratches going a long way for him. ]

Nnnn, yeah, there you go.

[Even as he finishes spilling on himself, he keeps moaning and whining as Yashiro continues to fuck him, on and on. He'd normally hate being treated so callously, like a toy rather than a partner (despite the fact that he'd tried to turn Yashiro into the very same thing earlier), but it's so good that he doesn't even care.]

Mm--It won't stop--

[He wants more.]

I know.

[ To him, this doesn't feel callous at all. Callous was what he'd done when he'd punished Joseph. Like this, his cock feels like the means to an end, more about helping Joseph sate his heat than doing anything for himself. Afterall, he has the same need to be filled, to be fucked until he's got nothing left. But in the meantime, he's willing to help Joseph. He can handle his heat far better, after all, he's had plenty of practice.

But he keeps going because he does know, because twice was never going to be enough for him. It's iris. ]

We can -- take as long as you need.

[Anything but gentle stroking and petting is manhandling by Joseph's standards, though it's true that Yashiro is being strangely nice. He turns his head, pressing his hot face against Yashiro's arm, tears of frustration pricking his eyes, his useless claws pulling at his skin.]

It's insatiable-- [His hips rolling weakly--he wants more, it's good, but he wants more.]

[ His claws pull, but iris heals, a constantly cycle. It's his least favorite part of iris, really, he'd rather have it without the regeneration, but you take the good with the bad. ]

It's okay. I'll take care of you.

[Over and over they rut, and Joseph continues to come until his orgasms are nothing but dry spasms, unable to hold onto Yashiro any longer, only clawing at his hips with his long toes, his wings spread out, his narrow chest and delicate ribcage heaving. His mouth is flecked with spit, eyes dazed, the skin between them a wet, sticky mess with all sorts of fluids. Every time he thinks he can't take anymore, Yashiro moves again and his body, oversensitized but not so much that it's a painful turnoff, responds in kind. He's left a whimpering mess under him, sniffing and swallowing.]

[ Yashiro manages to come a few times as well, though not nearly as often as Joseph. He might be an incorrigible bottom, but his dick still works like anyone else’s.

If it weren’t Iris, he’d go longer. Just to see what it does, just to make him cry more. But iris makes him kinder, so he’s gentle when he finally pulls out, smoothing his hand along Joseph’s chest. ]

There you go. Better?

[For once, finicky Joseph doesn't even care about the sticky mess that's dripping from between his legs. That hand is warm on his chest, Yashiro's voice rumbling pleasantly in his ear. He takes a little breath, and then nods.

His wings reach up to rest lightly against Yashiro's back, the closest to an embrace--]

Please...stay.

Okay, okay.

[ Yashiro is stronger than he looks. He doesn’t show it off much because he prefers that people think he’s weak, but he’s able to scoop Joseph up and stand, carrying him in his arms to take him back to the bedroom. Of course, he has to sort of guess where that is so if he gets lost that’s not his fault. ]

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