[ With a roughly as Izō had pulled his hair loose, he'd half-expected him just to yank on it after that. The gentle touch is a surprise, enough to draw a pleased little groan from him. Rougher would've been just fine, too, but this is good for now.
He pulls back a little, catching Izō's lower lip between his teeth for a moment. ]
Feels good...Keep it up.
[ A little bit of praise for him to encourage him to be a little more sure of himself.
He brings his attentions elsewhere by trailing kisses along his jawline and down to his throat while his hand stays busy caressing lines of muscle beneath his kimono. Sharp nips punctuate the kisses, his desire getting the better of him right now. If Izō doesn't like it, he'll surely let him know. ]
[ izō will also let ryouma know what he does like, whether he plans to or not, judging by the breathy whine that escapes him and the near-instantaneous embarrassment that registers in his expression afterwards. all over a little bit of praise.
even so, he shifts closer anyway, letting his head fall back to give ryouma better access. his grip tightens a little each time he feels ryouma's teeth against his skin, sighing out needy little moans despite himself. there's something about it — maybe because ryouma's so gentle otherwise or perhaps just in knowing without question that he's wanted — that makes him want to encourage it. izō finally releases his grip on ryouma's wrist, needing that hand to start fumbling with the stupid buttons on ryouma's stupid western shirt instead. or tries to, at least, because he'd probably frustrate himself attempting it sober, let alone as he is right now. ]
[ Reluctantly he takes his hands off of Izō so he can sit back and maybe save his shirt from frustration -- he's rather fond of it. Buttons are a lot more fussy to deal with in the heat of the moment than any ties. He doesn't take it off, though, just leaves it unbuttoned so Izō can do as he like. If this didn't feel so urgent, he may have taken the time to take it off. Urgency is the name of the game right now, though, so this will do. If Izō wants it off of him, he could take it off himself.
Ryouma goes back to his throat, more forceful in his affections. Harder bites, pauses to suck on the skin, an intent to leave marks, to show Izō how much he wants him at that moment. He gives his shoulder a gentle nudge with one hand to urge him to lay back, sure of what he wants now. ]
[ he manages to find something to complain about anyway, perhaps just to pretend like that's what he's pouting about. still, it's preferable to the struggle, and izō no longer has to think of things being unfairly one-sided. he doesn't even quite mind that ryouma hadn't taken it off completely, although the sight of ryouma as he is right now when he's usually neatly put together is one of those things that's sure to stick with him after the fact.
not that he has much time to look with how ryouma's back on him again, everything it had been and then some. he knows what ryouma's doing too, well aware of what the pleasant sting that lingers after ryouma's attentions means. maybe everything about how he usually is should be opposed to the idea, but his ragged breathing and the sounds he makes in response tell on him instead.
he feels the nudge but delays for an instant; there's no hesitation this time when he runs his fingers through ryouma's hair again and uses his grip to yank his head back roughly, a hint of a very self-satisfied smile playing on izō's lips before he kisses ryouma again, hard and hungry as he lets himself lay back but draws ryouma along with him. that was bound to happen anyway, but izō likes to think he's doing it on his terms. ]
[ It wouldn't be as much fun if Izō just let him get his way. A sharp, but not displeased, hiss follows after his hair is yanked and a quiet little gasp into their kiss. It sends a pleasant little shock through him, straight to where it counts; if he wasn't ready to go already, he sure is now. It's all desire and longing and need and far be it from him to deny Izō any of it.
Fair is fair, though, and he takes a gentler moment to loose Izō's hair from its ponytail. He wants to see that feral edge to him, to complete the picture of wild desire beneath him. It's a beautiful sight.
They're both going to be a mess of marks in the morning. No time to think about the consequences right now. Ryouma creates just enough distance between them to start working at Izō's hakama ties. At least it's just a few knots to nudity instead of the annoyance of belts and zippers one or both of them would have to deal with for Ryouma's clothing.
[ it was only a tiny thing, that little gasp, but izō immediately knows he wants to hear it again. he also has no doubt that ryouma is capable of plenty more, and he wants that too. what better time than the present to be greedy? as it stands, the future is incredibly uncertain.
izō breaks the kiss after ryouma lets his hair free, leaning back a little as he licks the lingering taste of sake off his lips. he looks somehow... thoughtful? or at least as thoughtful as he can manage through the comfortable haze of liquor and arousal, affording ryouma a second or two to get another look before izō decides on the next thing he wants.
he licks a slow stripe up ryouma's throat, placing a few (deceptively) soft kisses along ryouma's jaw, enthusiastically seeing to it that he's not the only one coming out of this marked up a moment later. he chooses a spot too high for even ryouma's high collar to cover, which at this very moment seems like a excellent idea, as if he's laying claim to something. later on? well... something for future izō to deal with.
his breath stutters again as ryouma begins working at the knots, hips grinding up a little as the material shifts, and he becomes almost too aware of how close ryouma is. izō fully understands that if he lets ryouma finish what he's doing, he'll get what he wants anyway, but izō is also not thinking that far ahead. right now, he's terribly impatient and desperate for any sort of friction, almost panting as he reaches down with the hand he doesn't still have tangled in ryouma's hair. he sets it atop ryouma's and presses his hand lower, down until ryouma can lay his whole palm against izō's dick, fingers trembling a little now against ryouma's as he lets out a choked little whine. hakama don't exactly leave much to the imagination either. ]
[ That mark gets much more than just a gasp. It starts out as one, certainly, however this time it quickly shifts to something much more strongly voice, a little bit of a louder, surprised moan. Yes, it'd be ... interesting to explain later (or, more likely, ignore questions about it and change the subject). Right now, though? Not a single complaint.
Much like he's not complaining about how impatient Izō is being. It's endearing how he's already so desperate for a more direct touch. If Ryouma wasn't as nice as he is, he might just deny him in the relief and force him to be patient. He is very kind, however, and obliges him -- it's difficult not to with the way he practically begs for it. That kind of earnestness deserves a reward.
He palms his erection through his hakama, keeping the pressure gentle yet firm as he presses his hand along the shape of it. His touch isn't teasing at all, intent on giving him all the feeling he can with the layers of cloth between them.
Ryouma leans down close to his ear as he continues fondling him. ]
Izō...Yer doin' so good.
[ More gentle encouragement before an equally gentle nip to his earlobe as he moves away again.
It's almost impossible to ignore how hard he is, a very visible bulge pressing against the front of his pants. He can wait, though; a good part of his enjoyment is coming from just pleasing Izō. That's enough for now. ]
[ between the reaction he earns and being given exactly what he wants, izō feels like he's winning.
of course, it's not enough, but he's figuring that out. even when he's only close enough to feel the heat coming off ryouma's skin against his own as he squirms beneath him, it's impossible to ignore. it's almost as if it's even better without any layers between them (and whose fault is that?).
the gentle encouragement is an unexpected shock, and the attention paid to his ear that follows is enough to draw a low, rough moan out of him. izō goes still for a second or two as he hisses a breath out slowly through his teeth. a lucky break, he's gonna assume, because why would ryouma know his ears are sensitive otherwise? this does crystallise one other decision in his mind, however, and izō smiles in his way that usually coincides with trouble. ]
Yeah?
[ that's all the warning ryouma gets before izō gets a good hold and rolls closer to the centre of the bed, reversing their positions. slotting their hips together, he grinds down against ryouma, a move izō isn't immune to. he leans close, and it's obvious he's in a losing battle trying not to close the last little distance to kiss ryouma again. ]
How's that? Shouldn't underestimate me, hehe…
[ he can't help that his words slur together a little, too distracted to either care or try harder. at least izō's starting to shed layers — having left his scarf behind when he'd moved — and he's shrugged an arm out of one of his sleeves by now. even with the approval, he doesn't find it easy to let things feel too one-sided for too long before he has to act and somehow even things out, so at least ryouma doesn't have to endure for long. ]
[ A little game of give and take suits him fine, even if the sudden move catches him off-guard. No complaints, though, as the payoff is nearly instant -- that and that impish smile gave him away. Some things never change...
Ryouma looks up at him, his face flushed, lips parted and panting just a little bit. It's easy to get wrapped up in this when Izō is so enthusiastic. ]
'S good. [ Quiet as he reaches up to run his fingers down his freshly exposed chest, brushing his thumb over one of his nipples. He keeps moving lower, down the curves of his abs, eventually stopping to grab his hips for just a bit to grind harder against him. ] Ya look good on top...
[ Ryouma is suddenly distracted by thoughts of him riding his cock just like that. At least it spurs him into action instead of being satisfied with what he's got right now. He reluctantly lets go of Izō's hips to unbuckle his belt. It's easy enough for him to undo, but it probably would've been a point of frustration for Izō, to say the least. He could probably trust him to take care of the rest, but...just in case, he opens the button and fly himself.
[ so much for pretending like he still has a shred of restraint about this, not when it's clear that they've arrived at the same distracting thought.
izō is a little unsteady as he shifts closer to the foot of the bed, slipping his arm out of his other sleeve along the way. with his hakama ties loosened up from earlier but not enough to keep his kimono from still hanging around his waist, everything slides to settle low on his hips; he'll get to that in a minute. ]
I gotta do everything around here, huh..?
[ izō hooks his fingers in ryouma's waistband — pants, underwear, everything — and ryouma can probably see where this is going. he knows well enough that ryouma is particular about his clothes, so he's not so aggressive as to damage anything, but izō is more than willing to peel them off inside-out if he has to. the result is the same no matter what — he's looking and not very respectfully. ]
[ His voice rises in pitch sharply to an absolutely undignified high at the end as he can only watch what happens next helplessly. Now just in his unbuttoned shirt and socks, he feels a little silly. The shirt can go, tossed off the bed without a thought, but the socks stay.
It's about then Ryouma notices the look on Izō's face. ]
...Oh.
[ It's all he can say. His cock throbs practically on cue, which just makes his face flush darker. It's a completely different experience to be so suddenly exposed before him like this, not unpleasant, just...vulnerable. His awareness of this vulnerability will disappear soon enough, he knows that much. Time to lean into it. ]
See somethin' ya like? [ Gentle teasing behind a coy smile. ] And ain't ya feelin' overdressed right now?
[ Not that Izō was really dressed at all anymore. All it'd take is for those ties to be completely undone to finish the job. He wants to see him just as bare as he himself is right now. It's a selfish little desire, but it's okay to be selfish right now. ]
[ later, he might (see: will definitely) think about how easy it is to laugh right now and anything else that crosses his mind that isn't some monkey brain impulse. that's exactly what he'd like to stick to, thank you — simple things like what he wants and what feels good and all the places izō wants to bite and lick just to find out what sort of reaction he'd get. ]
Guess ya gotta wait an' see…
[ he thinks he's cute right now. izō also immediately undermines what he just said because he cannot strip out of the rest of what he's wearing and climb back onto the bed fast enough. if izō had hoped for any chance of talking himself out of this before things went too far, it would've had to happen already.
by now, he's already made up his mind, and it's that he wants to kiss that dumb, cute smile off of ryouma's stupid, attractive face and needs that cock inside him one way or another. he hasn't given much thought beyond than that, but he's sure he'll figure it out. ]
[ Wait and see, huh? He knows how impatient Izō is on the best of days, how patient could he possibly be at this level of drunk?
Not very, judging by how quickly he's on top of him again.
That's perfectly fine and exactly what he wants, too. Ryouma wraps his arms around him and leans up to kiss him, deep and rough. Now is definitely the time for unsubtle groping. One of his hands goes straight to his ass, giving a squeeze before he just...spanks him.
And immediately looks apologetic. ]
...Sorry.
[ Ryouma's touch immediately gets a lot more gentle, caressing the cheek he just spanked as an apology. He wants to go a little further, but...
He needs something to make this all easier. It's not like he was ever thinking about this as a possibility, so he isn't exactly prepared, but there has to be something around here he can use.
[ sure, izō had been surprised when ryouma spanked him out of nowhere but not because he disapproved. if anything, he has questions. he chuckles again and draws ryouma back into another kiss briefly. that oughta get the message across, right? ]
Didn't think ya had it in ya… [ and if he hadn't, that would've been fine too. izō just didn't expect it from someone like ryouma, as gentle and laidback as he usually is. makes you wonder. ] Ain't gotta tiptoe around me, y'know.
[ it's not like he's sensitive or anything. and given their history, ryouma would've been smart to have done exactly that. but whatever! ]
I can handle ya no matter what.
[it's not a competition, but he makes it sound like one. izō has also probably never been prepared for anything in his life — and it's not even his room — so he's sure ryouma knows what he's doing. isn't that what he'd wanted? a little trust? ]
[ The amount of trust Izō has in him at this moment is likely misplaced. That much becomes clear as he props himself up on his elbows to look over at the nightstand. There's nothing he can immediately use on top of it, maybe the drawers hold something...
He twists and bends so he can reach it and not make Izō move from on top of him. His digging is frantic and ... rewarded: a small tube of lotion he'd bought for entirely non-sexy purposes. It's not the best, but it's better than spit and grit. Ryouma looks a little too triumphant as he shuts the drawer and settles back into position. ]
It's not that serious, is it? [ He laughs as he squeezes a bit of the lotion into his palm and rubs them together. ] Ya say that, but...lemme know if it's too much, alright?
[ One hand goes back to his ass to slowly start teasing his entrance with one finger and the other goes to his cock to start properly stroking him; it's also a good distraction from any potential discomfort. ]
[ he doesn't know what ryouma is looking for exactly so this just makes him curious, even if he is just awkwardly sitting there watching. it's not like it's a bad view. curiosity turns to mild confusion when ryouma sits up again looking that proud of himself and asks that question besides. ]
Yer the one who apologised! I—.. ah.. [ what was he talking about? his mind went blank as soon as ryouma started touching him again. that's one way to stop him fussing... ] —don't fuckin' know...
[ izō is trying to resist — not what ryouma's doing — but that it affects him as much as it does. he grits his teeth but his blush that had faded a bit earlier is back with a vengeance and his breathing gets quicker and more erratic. it's not a fight he's going to win and he probably knows that but it doesn't make him any less stubborn. maybe the smarter thing to do would've been to give in, because then at least he might've leaned close enough to hide his face. instead, he ends up staying as he is with his hands on ryouma's shoulders trying to decide what he should be doing with them and ryouma can plainly see exactly what he's doing to him. ]
[ It's cute, really, to see how hard Izō tries to deny the effect this is having on him. How long has it been since...well, either of them really, have done anything like this? Of course it's going to be immediately overwhelming -- in a good way.
Ryouma just smiles as he feels the resistance give way and starts to slowly finger him. His strokes match the slow, steady pace. It's difficult not to just give in and go for more immediately, but he's still more interested in giving Izō as much as he can take. It's not like he's unaffected by this, his cock almost painfully hard by now, something Izō can probably feel in this position. ]
Yer doin' good... [ A second finger joins the first, stretching him a bit more. ] How's that feel?
[ Not that he's really expecting him to answer, not with words. ]
[ it’s just izō's stubborn pride at work, as if giving in too soon made him weak or at least too eager. better to make ryouma work for it a little. still, he is only human (at the moment) and for izō, it’s been long enough that he’d almost forgotten how good it feels.
he clings to ryouma’s shoulders now, nails digging into soft flesh as he starts rolling his hips, trying to match the rhythm and feeling himself be reduced to a breathless mess. he muffles his voice against ryouma’s skin as he bites and kisses at it, making more marks for him to find later, but even if he hadn’t izō probably couldn’t form anything more than fragments of words anyway.
izō lifts his head with the intention of answering, if only with another kiss, but ryouma adding a second finger just makes his mind white out again like the first time, moaning against his lips instead at the sting that accompanies ryouma working him open.
[ He should really take a little more time to properly prepare him, but impatience is starting to win out. Izō's needy sounds and his body moving against his certainly aren't helping him be patient, either. A little longer, just a little longer...
Ryouma pulls his fingers out and blindly feels for the bottle of lotion. It'd be easier to use both hands, but he's reluctant to take his hand off Izō's cock. A little fumbling later and, well, he needs both hands. A quiet apology is mumbled against his lips before he completely stops touching him. He manages to get some of it into his hand and reaches down to slick himself up. Some more shifting and soon his dick is pressed against his ass.
God, he wants him so badly -- it's so hard not to just start shoving inside him. This is the one place he will not give into his impatience. ]
Go at yer own pace, alright?
[ Quiet encouragement before he gives him another kiss, stroking his hair with one hand. ]
[ needy is right, especially as he protests a little both times ryouma has to stop before he has the presence of mind to realise why he had. the whine he lets out when ryouma stops touching him altogether is especially embarrassing, but it can't be helped.
izō sits up higher on his knees, reaches behind him, and grips ryouma's cock to steady him — although he can't help but glance at ryouma's face when he does. he knows ryouma has probably held back so far, but soon enough, he won't need to. izō takes a deep breath, letting himself sink down slowly as he exhales, having to pause every few seconds to let himself adjust. it's only natural to tense up a little, even if any pain from the stretch is its own pleasure. halfway, izō can let go, his thighs trembling a bit, not from the effort of holding himself up but from taking it so slowly so far. still, he lifts himself and sinks down again a few times, taking him in halfway each time, leaning forward a little to press himself up against ryouma as his arms wind around him again. he bounces like this once, twice more before he drops down fully and finally, finally bottoms out, taking the rest all at once. izō arches and lets out a decidedly filthy sound; he really should be more careful given how pent up he is, but he couldn't resist. ]
Hehe, how's that for a pace?
[ of course he's like this, but then maybe if he's annoying, he'll bring out that curious other side of ryouma that liked to spank and bite. ]
[ Even that little touch is enough to make him bite his lip and squeeze his eyes shut. He is more than a little sensitive right now with as worked up as he got focusing on Izō. That fact makes holding still that much harder, but he manages -- not without little needy whines of his own. Izō feels amazing around him, a tighter fit than he'd anticipated -- no complaints, there.
It's the teasing the drives him nuts. He didn't expect anything less from him, of course; any amount of power typically made him just a little bit insufferable. Like everything else that annoyed most others about Izō, it's just endearing to him.
It doesn't mean Ryouma's going to let him get away with it without at least a little pushback. He liked it when he spanked him earlier, didn't he...? It's difficult to go past that particular barrier, but...
He does it. Izō earns himself a quick slap across the ass and a gentle nip as he sits up a little to kiss him. ]
'S good...Ya feel real good.
[ He can't resist the urge to grind against him now that he's fully inside. More teasing for the both of them. ]
[ all together, it's enough to make izō not realise he's being kissed for a second or so, head swimming with the feeling of ryouma now deep inside him and too preoccupied with resisting the urge to reach between them to touch himself. not yet.
he sighs contentedly into the kiss when he finally catches up, and his energy shifts — no less intense than it has been but not so rushed and desperate, even though that’s what he was just aiming for. call it inspired. his movements reflect this, too, sticking to his slower pace so he can savour the delicious drag each time he lifts himself before sliding back down again harder.
the sake had indeed loosened up his inhibitions enough to get here in the first place, but he doesn't really object to the idea of a casual hookup. it's the stuff that's a little more than casual that ends up slipping through, like how one usually doesn't kiss in that situation the way he wants to keep kissing ryouma right now or the affection in his eyes he doesn't realise is showing. izō should really be more careful about that too. in his defence, there's also plenty of lust. ]
[ It's a good pace, one he meets readily. Maybe he should keep still and let Izō do as he pleases, but he just can't leave well enough alone. It feels too good and just seeing (and hearing) what effect he's having on Izō is more than enough encouragement.
The affection in his gaze is mirrored in Ryouma's own. This is...definitely beyond casual. Whatever that means is not a problem for this exact moment, though. He's too interested in returning those eager kisses and reaching between them so he can start to stroke Izō for a little more direct stimulation.
One less thing for him to worry about. Ryouma just wants to serve his every desire as best he can. ]
[ the one thing he will not complain about — at least for now — is ryouma's inability to sit still. it only makes him want more. that slow pace izō's set for himself is nice, but it's certainly not his preferred pace, given a choice. izō moans into another kiss as ryouma strokes his cock and, honestly, at the moment, could anything be more encouraging?
he rises again, savouring every inch until he's nearly pulled off of ryouma entirely, a soft little sound escaping him at the absence. he remedies that a second later when drops back down hard. yes, he likes it faster and harder. he needs it faster and harder. and what can ryouma do but sit here and take it?
plenty, he’s sure. whatever izō assumes ryouma is trying not to do, obviously. bracing himself with his hands on ryouma's shoulders, he keeps going though it's fairly obvious that the better it feels, the more difficult it is for him to maintain. ]
Oi, Ryouma...
[ his voice sounds needier than before, the usual whine more pronounced than usual. ]
Ya gonna keep sittin' there lookin' pretty or are y'gonna fuck me?
[ That's it. That's enough for him to stop being passively reactive. It's a combination of how worked up he is and how utterly needy Izō sounds. He smiles a dangerous smile, kisses him once more, then grabs a hold of him. Ryouma shifts his weight to one side and...reverses their positions. ]
Of course 'm gonna fuck ya...
[ Settled back in between his legs, he pushes right back into him. No reprieve here as he immediately starts to fuck him hard with short, quick thrusts. A far cry from the slow pace of earlier, it's pure desire on his part -- but not just for his own pleasure. He wants to hear Izō cry out again, to lose himself in the moment and come completely undone.
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He pulls back a little, catching Izō's lower lip between his teeth for a moment. ]
Feels good...Keep it up.
[ A little bit of praise for him to encourage him to be a little more sure of himself.
He brings his attentions elsewhere by trailing kisses along his jawline and down to his throat while his hand stays busy caressing lines of muscle beneath his kimono. Sharp nips punctuate the kisses, his desire getting the better of him right now. If Izō doesn't like it, he'll surely let him know. ]
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even so, he shifts closer anyway, letting his head fall back to give ryouma better access. his grip tightens a little each time he feels ryouma's teeth against his skin, sighing out needy little moans despite himself. there's something about it — maybe because ryouma's so gentle otherwise or perhaps just in knowing without question that he's wanted — that makes him want to encourage it. izō finally releases his grip on ryouma's wrist, needing that hand to start fumbling with the stupid buttons on ryouma's stupid western shirt instead. or tries to, at least, because he'd probably frustrate himself attempting it sober, let alone as he is right now. ]
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Ryouma goes back to his throat, more forceful in his affections. Harder bites, pauses to suck on the skin, an intent to leave marks, to show Izō how much he wants him at that moment. He gives his shoulder a gentle nudge with one hand to urge him to lay back, sure of what he wants now. ]
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[ he manages to find something to complain about anyway, perhaps just to pretend like that's what he's pouting about. still, it's preferable to the struggle, and izō no longer has to think of things being unfairly one-sided. he doesn't even quite mind that ryouma hadn't taken it off completely, although the sight of ryouma as he is right now when he's usually neatly put together is one of those things that's sure to stick with him after the fact.
not that he has much time to look with how ryouma's back on him again, everything it had been and then some. he knows what ryouma's doing too, well aware of what the pleasant sting that lingers after ryouma's attentions means. maybe everything about how he usually is should be opposed to the idea, but his ragged breathing and the sounds he makes in response tell on him instead.
he feels the nudge but delays for an instant; there's no hesitation this time when he runs his fingers through ryouma's hair again and uses his grip to yank his head back roughly, a hint of a very self-satisfied smile playing on izō's lips before he kisses ryouma again, hard and hungry as he lets himself lay back but draws ryouma along with him. that was bound to happen anyway, but izō likes to think he's doing it on his terms. ]
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Fair is fair, though, and he takes a gentler moment to loose Izō's hair from its ponytail. He wants to see that feral edge to him, to complete the picture of wild desire beneath him. It's a beautiful sight.
They're both going to be a mess of marks in the morning. No time to think about the consequences right now. Ryouma creates just enough distance between them to start working at Izō's hakama ties. At least it's just a few knots to nudity instead of the annoyance of belts and zippers one or both of them would have to deal with for Ryouma's clothing.
One thing at a time. ]
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as it stands, the future is incredibly uncertain.izō breaks the kiss after ryouma lets his hair free, leaning back a little as he licks the lingering taste of sake off his lips. he looks somehow... thoughtful? or at least as thoughtful as he can manage through the comfortable haze of liquor and arousal, affording ryouma a second or two to get another look before izō decides on the next thing he wants.
he licks a slow stripe up ryouma's throat, placing a few (deceptively) soft kisses along ryouma's jaw, enthusiastically seeing to it that he's not the only one coming out of this marked up a moment later. he chooses a spot too high for even ryouma's high collar to cover, which at this very moment seems like a excellent idea, as if he's laying claim to something. later on? well... something for future izō to deal with.
his breath stutters again as ryouma begins working at the knots, hips grinding up a little as the material shifts, and he becomes almost too aware of how close ryouma is. izō fully understands that if he lets ryouma finish what he's doing, he'll get what he wants anyway, but izō is also not thinking that far ahead. right now, he's terribly impatient and desperate for any sort of friction, almost panting as he reaches down with the hand he doesn't still have tangled in ryouma's hair. he sets it atop ryouma's and presses his hand lower, down until ryouma can lay his whole palm against izō's dick, fingers trembling a little now against ryouma's as he lets out a choked little whine. hakama don't exactly leave much to the imagination either. ]
Fuck… Ryouma…
[ no one said he couldn't add a step. ]
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Much like he's not complaining about how impatient Izō is being. It's endearing how he's already so desperate for a more direct touch. If Ryouma wasn't as nice as he is, he might just deny him in the relief and force him to be patient. He is very kind, however, and obliges him -- it's difficult not to with the way he practically begs for it. That kind of earnestness deserves a reward.
He palms his erection through his hakama, keeping the pressure gentle yet firm as he presses his hand along the shape of it. His touch isn't teasing at all, intent on giving him all the feeling he can with the layers of cloth between them.
Ryouma leans down close to his ear as he continues fondling him. ]
Izō...Yer doin' so good.
[ More gentle encouragement before an equally gentle nip to his earlobe as he moves away again.
It's almost impossible to ignore how hard he is, a very visible bulge pressing against the front of his pants. He can wait, though; a good part of his enjoyment is coming from just pleasing Izō. That's enough for now. ]
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of course, it's not enough, but he's figuring that out. even when he's only close enough to feel the heat coming off ryouma's skin against his own as he squirms beneath him, it's impossible to ignore.
it's almost as if it's even better without any layers between them (and whose fault is that?).the gentle encouragement is an unexpected shock, and the attention paid to his ear that follows is enough to draw a low, rough moan out of him. izō goes still for a second or two as he hisses a breath out slowly through his teeth. a lucky break, he's gonna assume, because why would ryouma know his ears are sensitive otherwise? this does crystallise one other decision in his mind, however, and izō smiles in his way that usually coincides with trouble. ]
Yeah?
[ that's all the warning ryouma gets before izō gets a good hold and rolls closer to the centre of the bed, reversing their positions. slotting their hips together, he grinds down against ryouma, a move izō isn't immune to. he leans close, and it's obvious he's in a losing battle trying not to close the last little distance to kiss ryouma again. ]
How's that? Shouldn't underestimate me, hehe…
[ he can't help that his words slur together a little, too distracted to either care or try harder. at least izō's starting to shed layers — having left his scarf behind when he'd moved — and he's shrugged an arm out of one of his sleeves by now. even with the approval, he doesn't find it easy to let things feel too one-sided for too long before he has to act and somehow even things out, so at least ryouma doesn't have to endure for long. ]
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Ryouma looks up at him, his face flushed, lips parted and panting just a little bit. It's easy to get wrapped up in this when Izō is so enthusiastic. ]
'S good. [ Quiet as he reaches up to run his fingers down his freshly exposed chest, brushing his thumb over one of his nipples. He keeps moving lower, down the curves of his abs, eventually stopping to grab his hips for just a bit to grind harder against him. ] Ya look good on top...
[ Ryouma is suddenly distracted by thoughts of him riding his cock just like that. At least it spurs him into action instead of being satisfied with what he's got right now. He reluctantly lets go of Izō's hips to unbuckle his belt. It's easy enough for him to undo, but it probably would've been a point of frustration for Izō, to say the least. He could probably trust him to take care of the rest, but...just in case, he opens the button and fly himself.
That relieves some of the pressure at least. ]
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izō is a little unsteady as he shifts closer to the foot of the bed, slipping his arm out of his other sleeve along the way. with his hakama ties loosened up from earlier but not enough to keep his kimono from still hanging around his waist, everything slides to settle low on his hips; he'll get to that in a minute. ]
I gotta do everything around here, huh..?
[ izō hooks his fingers in ryouma's waistband — pants, underwear, everything — and ryouma can probably see where this is going. he knows well enough that ryouma is particular about his clothes, so he's not so aggressive as to damage anything, but izō is more than willing to peel them off inside-out if he has to. the result is the same no matter what — he's looking and not very respectfully. ]
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[ His voice rises in pitch sharply to an absolutely undignified high at the end as he can only watch what happens next helplessly. Now just in his unbuttoned shirt and socks, he feels a little silly. The shirt can go, tossed off the bed without a thought, but the socks stay.
It's about then Ryouma notices the look on Izō's face. ]
...Oh.
[ It's all he can say. His cock throbs practically on cue, which just makes his face flush darker. It's a completely different experience to be so suddenly exposed before him like this, not unpleasant, just...vulnerable. His awareness of this vulnerability will disappear soon enough, he knows that much. Time to lean into it. ]
See somethin' ya like? [ Gentle teasing behind a coy smile. ] And ain't ya feelin' overdressed right now?
[ Not that Izō was really dressed at all anymore. All it'd take is for those ties to be completely undone to finish the job. He wants to see him just as bare as he himself is right now. It's a selfish little desire, but it's okay to be selfish right now. ]
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(see: will definitely)think about how easy it is to laugh right now and anything else that crosses his mind that isn't some monkey brain impulse. that's exactly what he'd like to stick to, thank you — simple things like what he wants and what feels good and all the places izō wants to bite and lick just to find out what sort of reaction he'd get. ]Guess ya gotta wait an' see…
[ he thinks he's cute right now. izō also immediately undermines what he just said because he cannot strip out of the rest of what he's wearing and climb back onto the bed fast enough. if izō had hoped for any chance of talking himself out of this before things went too far, it would've had to happen already.
by now, he's already made up his mind, and it's that he wants to kiss that dumb, cute smile off of ryouma's stupid, attractive face and needs that cock inside him one way or another. he hasn't given much thought beyond than that, but he's sure he'll figure it out. ]
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Not very, judging by how quickly he's on top of him again.
That's perfectly fine and exactly what he wants, too. Ryouma wraps his arms around him and leans up to kiss him, deep and rough. Now is definitely the time for unsubtle groping. One of his hands goes straight to his ass, giving a squeeze before he just...spanks him.
And immediately looks apologetic. ]
...Sorry.
[ Ryouma's touch immediately gets a lot more gentle, caressing the cheek he just spanked as an apology. He wants to go a little further, but...
He needs something to make this all easier. It's not like he was ever thinking about this as a possibility, so he isn't exactly prepared, but there has to be something around here he can use.
...Right?
A problem to deal with in a minute. ]
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Didn't think ya had it in ya… [ and if he hadn't, that would've been fine too. izō just didn't expect it from someone like ryouma, as gentle and laidback as he usually is. makes you wonder. ] Ain't gotta tiptoe around me, y'know.
[
it's not like he's sensitive or anything.and given their history, ryouma would've been smart to have done exactly that. but whatever! ]I can handle ya no matter what.
[it's not a competition, but he makes it sound like one. izō has also probably never been prepared for anything in his life — and it's not even his room — so he's sure ryouma knows what he's doing. isn't that what he'd wanted? a little trust? ]
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He twists and bends so he can reach it and not make Izō move from on top of him. His digging is frantic and ... rewarded: a small tube of lotion he'd bought for entirely non-sexy purposes. It's not the best, but it's better than spit and grit. Ryouma looks a little too triumphant as he shuts the drawer and settles back into position. ]
It's not that serious, is it? [ He laughs as he squeezes a bit of the lotion into his palm and rubs them together. ] Ya say that, but...lemme know if it's too much, alright?
[ One hand goes back to his ass to slowly start teasing his entrance with one finger and the other goes to his cock to start properly stroking him; it's also a good distraction from any potential discomfort. ]
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[ he doesn't know what ryouma is looking for exactly so this just makes him curious, even if he is just awkwardly sitting there watching. it's not like it's a bad view. curiosity turns to mild confusion when ryouma sits up again looking that proud of himself and asks that question besides. ]
Yer the one who apologised! I—.. ah.. [ what was he talking about? his mind went blank as soon as ryouma started touching him again. that's one way to stop him fussing... ] —don't fuckin' know...
[ izō is trying to resist — not what ryouma's doing — but that it affects him as much as it does. he grits his teeth but his blush that had faded a bit earlier is back with a vengeance and his breathing gets quicker and more erratic. it's not a fight he's going to win and he probably knows that but it doesn't make him any less stubborn. maybe the smarter thing to do would've been to give in, because then at least he might've leaned close enough to hide his face. instead, he ends up staying as he is with his hands on ryouma's shoulders trying to decide what he should be doing with them and ryouma can plainly see exactly what he's doing to him. ]
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Ryouma just smiles as he feels the resistance give way and starts to slowly finger him. His strokes match the slow, steady pace. It's difficult not to just give in and go for more immediately, but he's still more interested in giving Izō as much as he can take. It's not like he's unaffected by this, his cock almost painfully hard by now, something Izō can probably feel in this position. ]
Yer doin' good... [ A second finger joins the first, stretching him a bit more. ] How's that feel?
[ Not that he's really expecting him to answer, not with words. ]
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he clings to ryouma’s shoulders now, nails digging into soft flesh as he starts rolling his hips, trying to match the rhythm and feeling himself be reduced to a breathless mess. he muffles his voice against ryouma’s skin as he bites and kisses at it, making more marks for him to find later, but even if he hadn’t izō probably couldn’t form anything more than fragments of words anyway.
izō lifts his head with the intention of answering, if only with another kiss, but ryouma adding a second finger just makes his mind white out again like the first time, moaning against his lips instead at the sting that accompanies ryouma working him open.
it’s safe to assume that it feels very good. ]
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Ryouma pulls his fingers out and blindly feels for the bottle of lotion. It'd be easier to use both hands, but he's reluctant to take his hand off Izō's cock. A little fumbling later and, well, he needs both hands. A quiet apology is mumbled against his lips before he completely stops touching him. He manages to get some of it into his hand and reaches down to slick himself up. Some more shifting and soon his dick is pressed against his ass.
God, he wants him so badly -- it's so hard not to just start shoving inside him. This is the one place he will not give into his impatience. ]
Go at yer own pace, alright?
[ Quiet encouragement before he gives him another kiss, stroking his hair with one hand. ]
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izō sits up higher on his knees, reaches behind him, and grips ryouma's cock to steady him — although he can't help but glance at ryouma's face when he does. he knows ryouma has probably held back so far, but soon enough, he won't need to. izō takes a deep breath, letting himself sink down slowly as he exhales, having to pause every few seconds to let himself adjust. it's only natural to tense up a little, even if any pain from the stretch is its own pleasure. halfway, izō can let go, his thighs trembling a bit, not from the effort of holding himself up but from taking it so slowly so far. still, he lifts himself and sinks down again a few times, taking him in halfway each time, leaning forward a little to press himself up against ryouma as his arms wind around him again. he bounces like this once, twice more before he drops down fully and finally, finally bottoms out, taking the rest all at once. izō arches and lets out a decidedly filthy sound; he really should be more careful given how pent up he is, but he couldn't resist. ]
Hehe, how's that for a pace?
[ of course he's like this, but then maybe if he's annoying, he'll bring out that curious other side of ryouma that liked to spank and bite. ]
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It's the teasing the drives him nuts. He didn't expect anything less from him, of course; any amount of power typically made him just a little bit insufferable. Like everything else that annoyed most others about Izō, it's just endearing to him.
It doesn't mean Ryouma's going to let him get away with it without at least a little pushback. He liked it when he spanked him earlier, didn't he...? It's difficult to go past that particular barrier, but...
He does it. Izō earns himself a quick slap across the ass and a gentle nip as he sits up a little to kiss him. ]
'S good...Ya feel real good.
[ He can't resist the urge to grind against him now that he's fully inside. More teasing for the both of them. ]
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[ all together, it's enough to make izō not realise he's being kissed for a second or so, head swimming with the feeling of ryouma now deep inside him and too preoccupied with resisting the urge to reach between them to touch himself. not yet.
he sighs contentedly into the kiss when he finally catches up, and his energy shifts — no less intense than it has been but not so rushed and desperate, even though that’s what he was just aiming for. call it inspired. his movements reflect this, too, sticking to his slower pace so he can savour the delicious drag each time he lifts himself before sliding back down again harder.
the sake had indeed loosened up his inhibitions enough to get here in the first place, but he doesn't really object to the idea of a casual hookup. it's the stuff that's a little more than casual that ends up slipping through, like how one usually doesn't kiss in that situation the way he wants to keep kissing ryouma right now or the affection in his eyes he doesn't realise is showing.
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The affection in his gaze is mirrored in Ryouma's own. This is...definitely beyond casual. Whatever that means is not a problem for this exact moment, though. He's too interested in returning those eager kisses and reaching between them so he can start to stroke Izō for a little more direct stimulation.
One less thing for him to worry about. Ryouma just wants to serve his every desire as best he can. ]
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he rises again, savouring every inch until he's nearly pulled off of ryouma entirely, a soft little sound escaping him at the absence. he remedies that a second later when drops back down hard. yes, he likes it faster and harder. he needs it faster and harder. and what can ryouma do but sit here and take it?
plenty, he’s sure. whatever izō assumes ryouma is trying not to do, obviously. bracing himself with his hands on ryouma's shoulders, he keeps going though it's fairly obvious that the better it feels, the more difficult it is for him to maintain. ]
Oi, Ryouma...
[ his voice sounds needier than before, the usual whine more pronounced than usual. ]
Ya gonna keep sittin' there lookin' pretty or are y'gonna fuck me?
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Of course 'm gonna fuck ya...
[ Settled back in between his legs, he pushes right back into him. No reprieve here as he immediately starts to fuck him hard with short, quick thrusts. A far cry from the slow pace of earlier, it's pure desire on his part -- but not just for his own pleasure. He wants to hear Izō cry out again, to lose himself in the moment and come completely undone.
That's not too much to ask, is it? ]
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