prismatica | Voice To Text | Forward Dated to Iris Moon

[ 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. ]

[He lets out a heavy sigh as Yashiro takes him into his arms, resting his forehead against his neck. He loves being carried like this, though his cheeks are a little flushed with something like embarrassment. Still, he's docile. It's not hard to find his bedroom; his home isn't massive (he doesn't like being alone in large buildings), and the large four-poster bed through the door is a dead giveaway.]

I’ll get you cleaned up.

[ he deposits him on the bed and tries to pull away, though if Joseph is going to keep clinging to him that might be a little difficult. ]

[He does, his little claws poking insistently into Yashiro's shoulder, but a moment later he does let go; the one thing that can hold a candle up to having a body close to him is being pampered.]

...Thank you.

Mmhm.

[ he takes off the cuffs he'd still been wearing and drops them for now, and then wanders off to the bathroom to find a towel. he gets it wet, warm water to be the most soothing, and then comes back, sitting down next to Joseph so he can gently clean him up, running the towel along his skin like he's made of a precious material. ]

[He lets his arms relax, tilting his head back into the pillow, lifting a leg for Yashiro to gain better access to between his legs--though really, the other has his work cut out for him. Joseph's abdomen is just as much of a mess as are his thighs.

Still, the tension drops from him bit by bit; little sighs coming out of him as he closes his eyes.]

[ Yashiro doesn’t mind. They’d been at it for awhile so it makes sense that there would be a lot. He takes his time, smoothing the towel and taking care of him. He’s capable of doing things like this, it’s just that there’s not much emotion to it. He’s focused on his goal, and he can do that gently, just not like he’s that invested. ]

So...

[Eyes still closed, his voice is faint, Joseph feeling a little like he's floating.]

You can be gentle.

Sure, when I want to be.

[ Or when he needs to be, which is clearly now. Joseph deserves it, after everything, and also, Joseph really wouldn't be able to do this himself with his wings like that. So he takes his time to make sure it does it right. ]

[He's glad for it, really--even he knows better than to say it out loud, but it's clear in how he sighs and shifts against that soothing cloth.

Though a disappointed sound does leave his throat when he feels that cleaning finishing up--he lifts his wings slightly, cracking his eyes open.]

Won't you stay?

Stay?

[ Yashiro repeats it, like the concept is foreign to him. ]

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