[ Date can feel the way Ryuki reaches between them, feels the brush of his fingertips against his cock when Ryuki pulls his rim open wider and Date knows, he knows, if he looks down now he's going to come near instantly. He's panting hard now, groaning into Ryuki's skin as he feels his hips pound away inside of him and just loses himself, going so fast and fucking so deep it seems nearly impossible but with his abilities, of course it's possible.
And then there's Ryuki's voice, that soft pleading tone, you promised you'd give it to me. There's something so beautifully submissive but demanding about it that Date's hips stutter and he makes a choked out noise, wanting to do nothing more than give Ryuki everything he possibly has. Fuck, fuck, fuck. ]
Babyβ
[ A choked out groan, dragged from him as the bubbling need to soothe and promise his lover that anything he wants, he'll get. That Date will win him the moon if he wants it, if that allows Date to fuck his hole again later. Date is, by nature, a simp and right now all that attention is being turned towards Ryuki, whose plaintive begging goes right to Date's dick.
He pulls back then, pushing back to his knees so he can grip Ryuki's hips from behind and look down at his hole, the way it stretches out around Ryuki's fingertips and looks so damn enticing. Date lets out one of those whimpers again, completely wrecked by the visual and grabs Ryuki so tight it might be bruising as he starts to fuck into him harder. He shifts his angle, going to find Ryuki's prostate before pounding onto it, over and over, harder and harder, and then β
Then he stumbles, chokes, and comes inside of Ryuki's hole. Hot, thick ropes of come, lathering his insides, it all just comes flowing out of Date but his dick doesn't grow soft, even while he fucks him, and instead he just continues to hammer in at Ryuki's prostate, merciless. ]
[ Ryuki had wondered - hence his initial text - about what sex would be like with Date, for Date, with a power-up so obviously linked to something as illicit as a porno magazine. To have all his reactions speed up, adrenaline through his body, desire linked with death and all the other stuff that he'd got back in return... He'd imagined that it would be intense, that it might be quick and hard and full of all that risk, but he had never imagined anything like this.
It would be easy to feel used, like he was just the first option for a quick fuck that Date had in years of being alone and all the other weird stuff that had happened to him. He doesn't, though, because he asked for this. Even if he is just convenient and easy, Date likes him, came here for him, because he wanted to fuck Ryuki, and he could've gone somewhere else and found some woman or whatever, but he's here, drilling into him like his life depends on it, and with his psyche at the moment maybe that's how he feels.
Nothing else seems to matter when Date finally comes inside him, giving him exactly what he wants. It's not quite as simple as feeling the come inside him, but there's warmth, and the sound of Date, the pressure against his prostate and the grip on his skin, and all of that together is more of a catalyst than Ryuki would ever need. His dick had surged to life already, pressure on his sweet spot making the blood run south, and he burrows his face in his arm, collapsed into the bed, as he fights back overstimulated tears.
Is this how it'll feel every single time?
He's going to die.
Digging his nails into his own ass, Ryuki shudders through a second orgasm, cock twitching weakly as he leaves another stain of come on his sheets, voice hoarse as he moans the older man's name and feels like he's about to swallow his own tongue. ]
[ That is exactly how he feels. He feels like he's drowning, like if he doesn't fight for air he'll sink to the bottom, like if he doesn't chase after his pleasure inside of Ryuki, his heart will explode and he'll become nothing more than a corpse on this mattress. There's a desperate, feral need to fucking Ryuki right now that Date couldn't explain if he tried, the madness in him at feeling so aroused and so near death at the same time.
He thinks if anyone walked in this room right now and tried to take him away from Ryuki, he'd kill them. With his bare hands.
This is why sex is kind of dangerous for Date as well β just the mixed up emotions inside of him making everything a heightened awareness and a desperate need. He can't have calm, chill sex. It freaks people out sometimes, how hard he goes, how desperate, and adds to his reputation of being a little too much sometimes. But with the right person, it shouldn't matter, right? That should be what they want, what they need and β
And Ryuki is the right person.
Date's struck with that thought as he feels Ryuki come around him again, as he collapses into the mattress and lets Date just continue to ruin him. Date's got a bit of a crazed look in his eye, pupil's dilated and fixed on the way Ryuki keeps spreading his cheeks for Date, so desperate to show off how good he can be for the older man. It makes Date want to bite him, devour him, fuck him until he can't think anymore. Which is... exactly what he's doing, isn't it?
Oh, he can't stop, he can't stop. Not now. Not ever. The bed creaks with the force of Date's thrusts and he lets his head drop back, shouting loudly. ]
[ It is brutal, hard and fast and so close to being too much that Ryuki almost protests, but he doesn't want to - not really. He has no reason to want this to stop, not when he's enjoying it, and it feels so great, with no one around to overhear them and no reason to temper the utterly disgusting sound of Date fucking into him harder, lube and come and sweat making it sound filthy.
It's as if they're in some kind of erotic video, something that Tama would gleefully download and Aiba would zap Date for even thinking about forcing her servers to carry.
He doesn't move, doesn't try to get away from Date or ask him to stop, doesn't even think about changing the angle of his body, the arch of his back or the way his hips are held up for the other man, doesn't do anything but slowly sink further and further into a heady bliss. It feels adjacent to being tied up, to the sweet sensation of everything floating away and leaving him peaceful, just with the ache of bruises and hands to keep him in reality.
Ryuki has to be good, needs to be good, to prove himself to Date and earn the right to be the only person he fucks, the only person who can take him over and over again and sate that insane, more than human need to fuck and come that the other man suffers with.
Biting at his own arm to muffle himself, he groans, rocking back into Date's thrusts and opening his legs a little wider, changing the angle just-so, enough that he might be tighter, sweeter to fuck. ]
[ Date doesn't want to stop. Doesn't want to even think. Doesn't want anything but this tight little hole filled with his come and Ryuki a whimpering mess underneath him. He's so gone on his little rookie, can't believe they're this compatible in bed. Ryuki's always been so eager and energetic, like a little bunny, and Date can't help but imagine himself as the wolf who has caught him between his teeth. It's making him go crazy, with the desperate, pounding need to take Ryuki completely.
He feels it too when Ryuki spreads his legs a little wider, which makes Date slip even deeper inside of him. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Date groans, low and deep, his hands gripping Ryuki's hips so hard that his fingernails dig into the skin and he knows he's going to leave hand shaped bruises on his sides. And they've only β they've only just started. Date's only come the one time. This is maddening. This is not going to stop. ]
Ryuki, Ryuki, Ryuki, Ryuki β
[ Just panting his name, over and over as he groans and grinds himself into Ryuki's hole. It hits him a moment later β his next orgasm, hips stuttering for a moment before he's coming again, adding to the slick, disgusting wetness already filling Ryuki up. It's going to drip out the sides of his hole now, pressed out of it through their frantic need and slide down Ryuki's ass and thighs, drip onto the mattress. It's so gross. Date loves it. ]
[ As Ryuki sinks into the bliss of being used, as if he's just some kind of toy for Date's pleasure, he can feel it. The come, slowly leaking out of him, sliding down his thighs in a warm coil against his skin, anchoring him. He wonders how much Date has already come, how much is going to come out of him when he pulls out, if they'll have to pause because he can't take any more, filled to the rim with everything the older man has.
So many thoughts whirl around in his head. Date filling him, coming again and again before pushing a little plug into his ass, stopping him from losing any while he recovers. On his knees, feeling the pressure of it as he takes Date into his mouth, swallows him down and devours him as he wants to, clinging to his hot body with everything he has, as if letting go would make him lose complete control.
What else does Date want to do with him? What else are they going to do? He'll be wrecked and ruined by the time the night is over, but he longs for it, the sweet oblivion of being so fucked out he can barely stay awake, being able to sleep without dreams to leave him waking with a racing heart and a flare of panic and uncertainty in him.
Waking up beside Date...
The taste of blood stings his tongue as he realises just how hard he's bit himself, so he turns his head, slowly, enough that he can look back at Date. His lashes are tacky from his tears, mouth damp from almost drooling around the bite mark, flushed and littered with bruises, and it's everything. ]
[ It's a surreal experience, knowing that Ryuki belongs to him and just him and he can do all he wants with him as a result. Ryuki is such a beauty in Date's eyes and his one eye is fixed to Ryuki's slender back and tiny waist held between his hands. He's already hard again, because of course, and so he continues to pound away inside of Ryuki as he watches him beneath him, taking it so beautifully.
There's a larger chance he'll exhaust himself before he runs out of the ability to come, his own energy winking out no matter how hard he is. That's what he's learned in the past, when he's tried to see where his limits are. He wonders if Ryuki will stay awake or pass out underneath him and let him keep going as a result. It'd be good. Feel really good. He thinks Ryuki would like it.
His eye meets Ryuki's when Ryuki turns his head to look up at him and his grin is sharp, near feral, near mad with lust, when Ryuki looks back at him. He'll reach out a hand, bending forward a bit, so he can run his fingers through Ryuki's hair, stroking him gently and pausing the hard thrusts to grind deep against Ryuki's prostate. ]
Hah... hah... look at you... taking it so well... you could die just like this, huh?
[ Which would be a weirder thing to say if they didn't know how intimately tied death and arousal is for Date. Part of him can't help but feel fucking like this is a near death experience, with how much his body loses itself in the process. ]
sex after a funeral is some of the best sex a guy can ever have. it's desperate and nasty and everyone's always relieved they're still alive during it
Ryuki still doesn't quite get it, since he's never had sex with anyone after any kind of event, let alone a funeral, but he's starting to understand the notion behind it, or at least how it might feel to do it in a situation like that. Date is fucking him as if his life depended on it, as if he'll die himself if he doesn't come inside him again, fill him until Ryuki can imagine himself almost round with it, a gross twist.
He's not sure if that is even possible, but with how much Date is fucking him...
It's hard to speak, or find the mental capacity for words with how good he feels. His cock isn't getting hard again, and his body feels wrung out, endorphins an adrenaline leaving him hazy and feeling so good it's like some kind of high, but he doesn't care. It's still pleasurable, hurting just a little, sparks of pleasure rushing through him each time Date's cock bullies his prostate. It's good, it's so good, he really could die just like this.
Leaning into Date's touch, he breathes out softly, a sweet little sound of contentment, happy to be here, to be the one Date chose. ]
Mm. [ Eyes softening, not asleep but feeling achey and overwhelmed, Ryuki shivers. ] Keep going. As much as you want.
[ Fuck. It's like cuteness aggression, the way he feels when Ryuki leans into his touch, when his eyes soften and he looks up at Date with such an expression of affection that Date's heart hurts just to see it. He wants to kiss him, just from the way he's looking at him, but he can't in this position. So, he groans softly as he leans forward, slumping down against Ryuki again and pressing his chest to Ryuki's back. His arms envelop him around the middle, hugging him to his chest as he continues to fuck Ryuki, a little slower now, but still so deep.
In this position, with their bodies pressed close and tangled, Date is able to kiss Ryuki again. Soft kisses full of sweet affection are pressed to Ryuki's mouth as he holds him close and savors his body. Ryuki said he can keep going, he can come as many times as he wants, and he's going to believe him there. He's not going to stop.
One of his hands slides over Ryuki's stomach, settling the broad hand flat on his stomach with his fingers stretched out. He groans softly against Ryuki, laughing lightly against his lips as he points out β ]
I can feel it. My cock in you. Every time I fuck into you, I feel it right here. [ And his hand presses down on his stomach. ] Isn't that so sexy, Ryuki?
[ More than content to press lazily into the kisses that Date is giving him, Ryuki is barely focusing on what's being said to him until he feels fingers on his stomach, pressing down, and as illogical as it sounds it feels true. He doesn't really know if it is physically possible or if it's just more idle dirty talk from Date himself, but he feels the way he unconsciously tightens around the other man, skin flushed and hot.
Date can feel it, and he likes the sensation, and it's good. It's so good, hearing even the softest hint of praise, anything to let him know that he's doing well, and that Date will keep coming back to him. His voice is hoarse and too quiet to be heard at first as he shivers, worn out and dazed from pleasure, but he mumbles some kind of sweet adoration against his skin before he blinks up at the older man.
He's so handsome... How is he so handsome? Ryuki thinks he could die. ]
You're so sexy. [ Breathless, too lost in his haze to be rational. ] Thought about this so much, how it would feel to have you fuck me, have you inside me... It's so good, I don't want it to end.
[ If this does end up being one time - or, at least, one long, drawn out evening or weekend - then he wants to enjoy it. ]
[ It's a lot softer this time but the way Ryuki tightens around him surprises Date enough that his hips jerk and another orgasm is dragged out of him quickly. He shoots his load into Ryuki, gasping against his cheek and letting out a panting breath as his hips roll and he fills Ryuki up with more come. It's absurd, it's ridiculous, it's near pornographic, but Date hasn't felt this sated in so long either.
He laughs then, soft and delighted, as he presses his temple against Ryuki's temple, closing his eyes and savoring Ryuki's sweet praise. Oh, his perfect boy. ]
It's not... hah... it's not. You're mine now, alright? I'm not letting go of you.
[ He rolls them then, from Ryuki's side to pressing Ryuki down onto his stomach so he can grind even deeper into him as he presses his own body down against him. More smattering of kisses are pressed against Ryuki's shoulder and throat and cheek, nosing against his cheek after with a smile on his face. ]
Tell me... what did you think about? I can give it to you.
[ It's cut off a little, strangled as Date comes inside him again. It must be a trick of his mind, the way he's sure he feels too full, too tight, somehow, with how much the older man has filled him and given him everything that he has but still keeps going, and while he won't regret asking for it... He does wonder how much endurance he has left inside of him. Already hazy and flooded with pleasure, he wiggles, comfortable even as he's dirty on both sides, his own come and Date's staining his skin.
This is definitely what happens in erotica. Not that he'd know.
Each kiss feels like a brand, like some kind of ownership, like he was made to take his cock and be a willing, needy hole, and he shudders as he thinks about it. He's rich enough that he doesn't need to work, could be some kind of stay at home fuck wife for Date, and he'd probably find happiness in it... If he wasn't so focused on being a herald of justice, he would genuinely consider it.
For now, though, he breathes out, limp and blissfully lax under the older man. ]
[ Date knows though. And he knows that this is really fucking pornographic. Even his favorite pornos don't compare to how good this is. It makes him think of the marathon sex vids or, oooh, the free use vids. That's kind of hot too? Just taking Ryuki whenever he wants, however he wants, damn the consequences. But he really doesn't need to think about porn right now when Ryuki feels entirely too pleasant on his own. Fuck, this is good.
He wraps one arm around Ryuki's middle, the other going up to stroke through his hair as he holds him close to his body, grinding into him from behind and smothering him into the sheets with his weight. He continues pressing those little, possessive kisses across Ryuki's skin and enjoys the sensation of it, the feeling. He hasn't had a relationship in so long... and now he has Ryuki. He makes a vow then to spoil him, if it's the last thing he does. ]
Yeah? You want me to pull out? We can change positions, let you suck on me for a while.
[ It would be sad to pull out, of course, and lose the tight heat of Ryuki but swapping to his mouth for a bit might be a good pivot and give Ryuki's hole some time to relax after being fucked so thoroughly for a while. ]
No, that's the obvious answer, of course he doesn't. There's not a single part of Ryuki that wants to feel the emptiness of not having Date inside of him, that wants to lose the feeling of being filled and having all the come he's been given plugged inside him by the solid weight of a still hard cock. It's ridiculous to think that he would want to give that up, to lose it when he's just got it, but at the same time...
Lying comfortably, taking Date's cock into his mouth, enjoying how it might feel, and taste, after all this time...
A shudder runs through his body, a little shiver of delight, and he hums, blinking the stick from his eyes as he shuffles a little, wiggling into Date and breathing out a soft, sweet noise of contentment. Each kiss is so wonderful that he feels warm and woozy, flushed with delight, and his smile is genuine as he looks at the other man. ]
If you want to stay, you can stay, but... [ He licks his lower lip. ] I'd like to try.
[ Ryuki's smile is so sweet, so genuine, that it almost breaks Date's heart. He's such a nice kid, such a good person, and Date wants him all to himself. He wants to hold him, to kiss him, to take care of him, and he doesn't want to ever lose him. It's been so long since he's been allowed to have such an attachment to someone like this and who would've thought it was under his nose the whole time?
Date sweeps back Ryuki's hair, tilting his head back so he can kiss him gently on the lips, still rolling his hips into him and keeping him full up. He does want to change positions, to have Ryuki mouth at him for as long as he wants, but he doesn't want to leave Ryuki feeling empty either. ]
Do you have a plug or a dildo I can put in you? Just tell me where it is and I'll get it. Then we can change positions.
[ Just... a hunch but with how delirious from pleasure Ryuki seems, he thinks the drop that'd come from being empty would be too much right now for him to tolerate. And Date is nothing if not an attentive lover when it comes to these kind of things. ]
[ Lost in the kiss for a moment, it takes time for Ryuki's brain to process what's being asked of him, feeling as if he's underwater or drunk, or something like it. It's not a bad feeling, and the content sense of peace he feels makes him all the happier to be here under Date, to lean into his kisses and pout just a little when it comes to an end, still greedy for more.
The question, though... Lifting his hand, he rubs at his eyes absently before he lifts an arm to point at his closet. So much for hiding the rope. ]
Yeah. There's a box in the back, a black one? There are things in there you can use.
[ It's mostly an embarrassingly small assortment of sex toys; two small fake dicks, a plug, some rope, lube... He's not as adventurous in reality as he has been in his dreams, until now. ]
[ Okay. Cool. That is very helpful and at least gives him a direction, but now he has to pull out of Ryuki and that's a little more upsetting than he'd like it to be. There's a frustrated sigh as he pulls back, after dropping one last kiss on Ryuki's forehead, of course. And then he's pushing up from his arms and slowly, ever so slowly, pulling out of Ryuki's hole. He's still hard, aching, really, but it doesn't matter to him as much as keeping Ryuki sated. ]
Just stay right here, I'll be right back.
[ One more fond rustle of Ryuki's hair and Date is rolling off the bed and to his feet. He doesn't seem to feel shame as he walks through Ryuki's bedroom naked and erect. And when he opens the closet door, he lets out a low whistle. He expected a closet, not a... whole second room. Or, well, a walk in closet. But still, this is almost bigger than his apartment!
He'll look around a little curiously before he finds the black box, opening it up and finding exactly what he's looking for. And... rope? Hm. Something to think about for later, he thinks. But for now, he's going to grab the plug. The dildos are hilariously small compared to his own dick and so, they offend him just a bit, but at least the plug will keep him stretched, if not full.
So, with almost a skip in his step, Date is going to come back to Ryuki in the bedroom, closing the closet door behind him. Ryuki is sprawled on his stomach on the bed and looking absolutely fucked out and gorgeous, in Date's opinion, which gets him leisurely tugging at his dick a bit as he steps closer to Ryuki. Then the return of hands on Ryuki's body as he spreads his cheeks and slips the plug into him securely.
It's after that that he gets back onto the bed, crawling against the pillows to lean back against the headboard, sitting up. He stretches his legs out in front of him and then pats the space between his spread legs for Ryuki. ]
[ Ryuki can admit, in his own head, that he doesn't like the feeling of Date pulling out.
He bites his tongue to stop himself making any kind of noise, his eyes following the older man as he goes across the room to the closet, and it gives him a little bit of time to be alone with his thoughts, to regroup and try to push the pieces of his brain back together when it feels as if it's disappearing from him. He's trying not to stare too openly at the flex of Date's ass or his hair or his sweaty skin or...
Fuck.
This is good, he thinks, it's great. Tilting his ass a little so he doesn't lose any come, he wonders what it'll be like in the morning, when the early sunlight robs them of the secrecy of night and all the things that come with it. He's been an officer for long enough that he knows that dangerous things happen at night, and this feels like one of those things, almost criminal with his desperation and the want for more. It's a burning need, really, and even when Date comes back Ryuki feels a strange ache, a fear - of losing this.
He's lost so much already, that having Date slip through his fingers... Having it all just... Go...
Battered out of his thoughts by the plug sliding too easily into his sore rim, he lifts his head to watch Date get into position. It's a little bit cringy, his dirty talk shifting from something hot to something a little on the edge of too close to silliness, but Ryuki doesn't complain.
Lifting himself up onto hands and knees, he crawls over and settles between Date's legs, resting his head on his thigh and lifting a hand to wrap around the still hard dick right there for the taking. Date really wasn't kidding... ]
Don't say it like that...
[ It's a weak protest, though, and he smiles as he leans in to slide his mouth down and over Date's cock. ]
[ The ironic thing is Date is kind of looking forward to sunrise. To having Ryuki cuddled up against his chest, petting his hair and feeling sated with him. Knowing that the two of them are wound together now, unable to be parted. It's a good feeling, isn't it? Being together. Not something he wants to give up for the world.
But for now he's focusing on Ryuki getting what he wants. Ryuki settles between his legs, resting his head on his thigh and Date reaches out to card fingers through his hair gently, to caress the side of his face for a moment. His touch is nothing but affection, nothing but care, and even though his dirty talk is cringy and silly, it's filled with sentiment. ]
Alright, alright, I won't. Not into that kind of stuff? I get it. Not my thing either.
[ He likes his women thick and milfy and he likes his men lithe and twinky. He doesn't need to treat them like a baby, no siree. But soon enough, Ryuki has his mouth enveloping his cock and Date groans, eyes falling closed and head falling back as the sweet heat takes over. He wasn't sure Ryuki would be able to take all of it, certainly not so quickly, but he took it pretty seamlessly which is... impressive. ]
Ryuki had been genuine when he'd said he had practiced, when he had wanted to make sure he could do something like this. He had been real about his aspirations, and while he wasn't entirely aware of just how large Date's cock is, he's had a reasonable amount of toys in his throat to get him used to the feeling. It's not perfect, and it's going to take time for him to be good enough by his own standards, but...
His body moves slowly, getting more comfortable as he starts to move.
Date's cock tastes like his come, and that's what Ryuki had wanted, the tempting salt-sweat that had been denied him for however longs they've been doing this, time meaningless when he's so happy and hazy. His hand rests on Date's other leg, stroking close to the seam of his hip, enjoying the edge of hair and soft skin, being surrounded by Date again but at a different angle, a different memory to lock away.
If anyone were to Psync with him in the future, it would be like walking onto the set of a porno movie, and it would be the worst day of his life for sure.
It's hard to look up at him with his mouth full of cock, but he hums happily, pleased to be here and happy enough to just be a wet, willing mouth to warm Date's cock. ]
[ They can sit like this, for a while. Date feels so soothed in his own way as Ryuki swallows his cock down and just... lays there with it, mouthing at him softly and swallowing around him. He lets his gaze drop down to Ryuki, his hand nestled in his mess of hair and stroking slowly and he just takes him in in fully. The flush and sweat of Ryuki's skin, the come staining his inner thighs and ass, the bit of the plug he can see nestled between Ryuki's ass cheeks.
Yeah, this is nice. Perfect. Indulgent. Date can't help the soft smile on his face as he sits like this with Ryuki. And honestly, he's content to stay like that for... a long time. He wants to come, of course, but with the way Ryuki mouths on him, it keeps him right on that pleasurable edge where this is all just enough for him and not enough at all. He sighs, happy, as he continues to pet Ryuki's hair and moans softly at another swallow around his cock. ]
How is he meant to answer with a dick in his mouth?
That inspires a little bit of surliness in him in spite of the contentment he feels, thumb pressing a little harder into Date's thigh as he gives another soft noise around the cock in his mouth, enough that he's sure Date could feel it. Is that answer enough? He's never had to worry about actually talking to other people when he had been doing this solo, and it makes him wonder if he should have kept Tama...
No, no way. The worst. And Aiba isn't even here.
One eye stares up at Date as he lies in place, basically suckling around his cock despite his earlier protests, hand sliding up to rest on Date's stomach and stroke there, too. It's comfortable, nice, actually, and he hopes that the other man gets it - gets how good this makes him feel. ]
[ At the thumb pressing into him, Date blinks, looking down at Ryuki and catching the surliness on his face. It's enough to make Date laugh a little, his hand ruffling Ryuki's hair in return and just teasing him. ]
Sorry, sorry. You don't have to talk, I promise. Just stay like you are.
[ They don't need Aiba and Tama to communicate. Date can still read Ryuki well enough just like this and he knows what he's looking for. Knows what he needs. He knows that they just need each other really and that's satisfying enough. So, he's going to settle back again, closing his eyes and letting his head rest against the headboard, as he lets Ryuki suckle on his cock and he feels it in return.
He thinks he gets it, how good this feels for Ryuki. If it's anything like how good it feels for him. ]
[ Stay like you are, Date says, and Ryuki takes it to heart.
He's not entirely sure how long passes as he allows himself to indulge in this, the contentment of Date's fingers stroking through his hair and his cock resting almost innocently in his mouth. It's still hard, the adrenaline still pumping through Date's body and making him stay erect despite coming, but that's fine with Ryuki, too. It's good practice for another time, where he might actually go down on Date properly.
His fingers stroke along his leg absently, idle, tender movements and touches that seek to show just how much he cares about this man, thumbing against the curve of his knee, the hard slope of his shin, back up to his thigh, palm flat against the muscle there. He's so strong, survived so much, and even if he is cringe and embarrassing and so much to deal with... He brings so much light to Ryuki's world.
The gentle touches become the brush of his thumb, back and forward, his eye shutting as he enjoys it, his free arm curling around Date and holding himself close, happy to stay like that for as long as Date can handle being still. ]
[ While Date has no refractory period, even he's not able to hold an erection that long without stimulation. So, eventually, his cock does soften in Ryuki's mouth but he doesn't make any movement to get Ryuki to suck him back to hardness or anything like that. No, he just continues to sit there with Ryuki's mouth on him, soothing and wonderful as it is.
It's a few hours, honestly, which is not really that hard for him. Not with this low level of stimulation and innate indecency of the act. His attention drifts here and there but every time he even gets a little bit bored, he remembers his cock is in Ryuki's mouth and it twitches slightly with renewed arousal before he groans softly and settles again.
It's only late at night, maybe around midnight or one am, that there is some interruption with the sound of Date's stomach growling. His eyes open from his mild dozing when it happens and he grins a little sheepish, the hand that has stilled in Ryuki's hair renewing his petting as he looks down at the other man. ]
Sorry. You still feeling good? We don't have to stop or anything.
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And then there's Ryuki's voice, that soft pleading tone, you promised you'd give it to me. There's something so beautifully submissive but demanding about it that Date's hips stutter and he makes a choked out noise, wanting to do nothing more than give Ryuki everything he possibly has. Fuck, fuck, fuck. ]
Babyβ
[ A choked out groan, dragged from him as the bubbling need to soothe and promise his lover that anything he wants, he'll get. That Date will win him the moon if he wants it, if that allows Date to fuck his hole again later. Date is, by nature, a simp and right now all that attention is being turned towards Ryuki, whose plaintive begging goes right to Date's dick.
He pulls back then, pushing back to his knees so he can grip Ryuki's hips from behind and look down at his hole, the way it stretches out around Ryuki's fingertips and looks so damn enticing. Date lets out one of those whimpers again, completely wrecked by the visual and grabs Ryuki so tight it might be bruising as he starts to fuck into him harder. He shifts his angle, going to find Ryuki's prostate before pounding onto it, over and over, harder and harder, and then β
Then he stumbles, chokes, and comes inside of Ryuki's hole. Hot, thick ropes of come, lathering his insides, it all just comes flowing out of Date but his dick doesn't grow soft, even while he fucks him, and instead he just continues to hammer in at Ryuki's prostate, merciless. ]
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It would be easy to feel used, like he was just the first option for a quick fuck that Date had in years of being alone and all the other weird stuff that had happened to him. He doesn't, though, because he asked for this. Even if he is just convenient and easy, Date likes him, came here for him, because he wanted to fuck Ryuki, and he could've gone somewhere else and found some woman or whatever, but he's here, drilling into him like his life depends on it, and with his psyche at the moment maybe that's how he feels.
Nothing else seems to matter when Date finally comes inside him, giving him exactly what he wants. It's not quite as simple as feeling the come inside him, but there's warmth, and the sound of Date, the pressure against his prostate and the grip on his skin, and all of that together is more of a catalyst than Ryuki would ever need. His dick had surged to life already, pressure on his sweet spot making the blood run south, and he burrows his face in his arm, collapsed into the bed, as he fights back overstimulated tears.
Is this how it'll feel every single time?
He's going to die.
Digging his nails into his own ass, Ryuki shudders through a second orgasm, cock twitching weakly as he leaves another stain of come on his sheets, voice hoarse as he moans the older man's name and feels like he's about to swallow his own tongue. ]
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He thinks if anyone walked in this room right now and tried to take him away from Ryuki, he'd kill them. With his bare hands.
This is why sex is kind of dangerous for Date as well β just the mixed up emotions inside of him making everything a heightened awareness and a desperate need. He can't have calm, chill sex. It freaks people out sometimes, how hard he goes, how desperate, and adds to his reputation of being a little too much sometimes. But with the right person, it shouldn't matter, right? That should be what they want, what they need and β
And Ryuki is the right person.
Date's struck with that thought as he feels Ryuki come around him again, as he collapses into the mattress and lets Date just continue to ruin him. Date's got a bit of a crazed look in his eye, pupil's dilated and fixed on the way Ryuki keeps spreading his cheeks for Date, so desperate to show off how good he can be for the older man. It makes Date want to bite him, devour him, fuck him until he can't think anymore. Which is... exactly what he's doing, isn't it?
Oh, he can't stop, he can't stop. Not now. Not ever. The bed creaks with the force of Date's thrusts and he lets his head drop back, shouting loudly. ]
Ahhhh, Ryuki! Fuck!
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It's as if they're in some kind of erotic video, something that Tama would gleefully download and Aiba would zap Date for even thinking about forcing her servers to carry.
He doesn't move, doesn't try to get away from Date or ask him to stop, doesn't even think about changing the angle of his body, the arch of his back or the way his hips are held up for the other man, doesn't do anything but slowly sink further and further into a heady bliss. It feels adjacent to being tied up, to the sweet sensation of everything floating away and leaving him peaceful, just with the ache of bruises and hands to keep him in reality.
Ryuki has to be good, needs to be good, to prove himself to Date and earn the right to be the only person he fucks, the only person who can take him over and over again and sate that insane, more than human need to fuck and come that the other man suffers with.
Biting at his own arm to muffle himself, he groans, rocking back into Date's thrusts and opening his legs a little wider, changing the angle just-so, enough that he might be tighter, sweeter to fuck. ]
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He feels it too when Ryuki spreads his legs a little wider, which makes Date slip even deeper inside of him. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Date groans, low and deep, his hands gripping Ryuki's hips so hard that his fingernails dig into the skin and he knows he's going to leave hand shaped bruises on his sides. And they've only β they've only just started. Date's only come the one time. This is maddening. This is not going to stop. ]
Ryuki, Ryuki, Ryuki, Ryuki β
[ Just panting his name, over and over as he groans and grinds himself into Ryuki's hole. It hits him a moment later β his next orgasm, hips stuttering for a moment before he's coming again, adding to the slick, disgusting wetness already filling Ryuki up. It's going to drip out the sides of his hole now, pressed out of it through their frantic need and slide down Ryuki's ass and thighs, drip onto the mattress. It's so gross. Date loves it. ]
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So many thoughts whirl around in his head. Date filling him, coming again and again before pushing a little plug into his ass, stopping him from losing any while he recovers. On his knees, feeling the pressure of it as he takes Date into his mouth, swallows him down and devours him as he wants to, clinging to his hot body with everything he has, as if letting go would make him lose complete control.
What else does Date want to do with him? What else are they going to do? He'll be wrecked and ruined by the time the night is over, but he longs for it, the sweet oblivion of being so fucked out he can barely stay awake, being able to sleep without dreams to leave him waking with a racing heart and a flare of panic and uncertainty in him.
Waking up beside Date...
The taste of blood stings his tongue as he realises just how hard he's bit himself, so he turns his head, slowly, enough that he can look back at Date. His lashes are tacky from his tears, mouth damp from almost drooling around the bite mark, flushed and littered with bruises, and it's everything. ]
Mr. Date...
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There's a larger chance he'll exhaust himself before he runs out of the ability to come, his own energy winking out no matter how hard he is. That's what he's learned in the past, when he's tried to see where his limits are. He wonders if Ryuki will stay awake or pass out underneath him and let him keep going as a result. It'd be good. Feel really good. He thinks Ryuki would like it.
His eye meets Ryuki's when Ryuki turns his head to look up at him and his grin is sharp, near feral, near mad with lust, when Ryuki looks back at him. He'll reach out a hand, bending forward a bit, so he can run his fingers through Ryuki's hair, stroking him gently and pausing the hard thrusts to grind deep against Ryuki's prostate. ]
Hah... hah... look at you... taking it so well... you could die just like this, huh?
[ Which would be a weirder thing to say if they didn't know how intimately tied death and arousal is for Date. Part of him can't help but feel fucking like this is a near death experience, with how much his body loses itself in the process. ]
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[ What was it that Date said earlier...
sex after a funeral is some of the best sex a guy can ever have. it's desperate and nasty and everyone's always relieved they're still alive during it
Ryuki still doesn't quite get it, since he's never had sex with anyone after any kind of event, let alone a funeral, but he's starting to understand the notion behind it, or at least how it might feel to do it in a situation like that. Date is fucking him as if his life depended on it, as if he'll die himself if he doesn't come inside him again, fill him until Ryuki can imagine himself almost round with it, a gross twist.
He's not sure if that is even possible, but with how much Date is fucking him...
It's hard to speak, or find the mental capacity for words with how good he feels. His cock isn't getting hard again, and his body feels wrung out, endorphins an adrenaline leaving him hazy and feeling so good it's like some kind of high, but he doesn't care. It's still pleasurable, hurting just a little, sparks of pleasure rushing through him each time Date's cock bullies his prostate. It's good, it's so good, he really could die just like this.
Leaning into Date's touch, he breathes out softly, a sweet little sound of contentment, happy to be here, to be the one Date chose. ]
Mm. [ Eyes softening, not asleep but feeling achey and overwhelmed, Ryuki shivers. ] Keep going. As much as you want.
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In this position, with their bodies pressed close and tangled, Date is able to kiss Ryuki again. Soft kisses full of sweet affection are pressed to Ryuki's mouth as he holds him close and savors his body. Ryuki said he can keep going, he can come as many times as he wants, and he's going to believe him there. He's not going to stop.
One of his hands slides over Ryuki's stomach, settling the broad hand flat on his stomach with his fingers stretched out. He groans softly against Ryuki, laughing lightly against his lips as he points out β ]
I can feel it. My cock in you. Every time I fuck into you, I feel it right here. [ And his hand presses down on his stomach. ] Isn't that so sexy, Ryuki?
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Date can feel it, and he likes the sensation, and it's good. It's so good, hearing even the softest hint of praise, anything to let him know that he's doing well, and that Date will keep coming back to him. His voice is hoarse and too quiet to be heard at first as he shivers, worn out and dazed from pleasure, but he mumbles some kind of sweet adoration against his skin before he blinks up at the older man.
He's so handsome... How is he so handsome? Ryuki thinks he could die. ]
You're so sexy. [ Breathless, too lost in his haze to be rational. ] Thought about this so much, how it would feel to have you fuck me, have you inside me... It's so good, I don't want it to end.
[ If this does end up being one time - or, at least, one long, drawn out evening or weekend - then he wants to enjoy it. ]
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He laughs then, soft and delighted, as he presses his temple against Ryuki's temple, closing his eyes and savoring Ryuki's sweet praise. Oh, his perfect boy. ]
It's not... hah... it's not. You're mine now, alright? I'm not letting go of you.
[ He rolls them then, from Ryuki's side to pressing Ryuki down onto his stomach so he can grind even deeper into him as he presses his own body down against him. More smattering of kisses are pressed against Ryuki's shoulder and throat and cheek, nosing against his cheek after with a smile on his face. ]
Tell me... what did you think about? I can give it to you.
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[ It's cut off a little, strangled as Date comes inside him again. It must be a trick of his mind, the way he's sure he feels too full, too tight, somehow, with how much the older man has filled him and given him everything that he has but still keeps going, and while he won't regret asking for it... He does wonder how much endurance he has left inside of him. Already hazy and flooded with pleasure, he wiggles, comfortable even as he's dirty on both sides, his own come and Date's staining his skin.
This is definitely what happens in erotica. Not that he'd know.
Each kiss feels like a brand, like some kind of ownership, like he was made to take his cock and be a willing, needy hole, and he shudders as he thinks about it. He's rich enough that he doesn't need to work, could be some kind of stay at home fuck wife for Date, and he'd probably find happiness in it... If he wasn't so focused on being a herald of justice, he would genuinely consider it.
For now, though, he breathes out, limp and blissfully lax under the older man. ]
Want to taste it...
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He wraps one arm around Ryuki's middle, the other going up to stroke through his hair as he holds him close to his body, grinding into him from behind and smothering him into the sheets with his weight. He continues pressing those little, possessive kisses across Ryuki's skin and enjoys the sensation of it, the feeling. He hasn't had a relationship in so long... and now he has Ryuki. He makes a vow then to spoil him, if it's the last thing he does. ]
Yeah? You want me to pull out? We can change positions, let you suck on me for a while.
[ It would be sad to pull out, of course, and lose the tight heat of Ryuki but swapping to his mouth for a bit might be a good pivot and give Ryuki's hole some time to relax after being fucked so thoroughly for a while. ]
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No, that's the obvious answer, of course he doesn't. There's not a single part of Ryuki that wants to feel the emptiness of not having Date inside of him, that wants to lose the feeling of being filled and having all the come he's been given plugged inside him by the solid weight of a still hard cock. It's ridiculous to think that he would want to give that up, to lose it when he's just got it, but at the same time...
Lying comfortably, taking Date's cock into his mouth, enjoying how it might feel, and taste, after all this time...
A shudder runs through his body, a little shiver of delight, and he hums, blinking the stick from his eyes as he shuffles a little, wiggling into Date and breathing out a soft, sweet noise of contentment. Each kiss is so wonderful that he feels warm and woozy, flushed with delight, and his smile is genuine as he looks at the other man. ]
If you want to stay, you can stay, but... [ He licks his lower lip. ] I'd like to try.
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Date sweeps back Ryuki's hair, tilting his head back so he can kiss him gently on the lips, still rolling his hips into him and keeping him full up. He does want to change positions, to have Ryuki mouth at him for as long as he wants, but he doesn't want to leave Ryuki feeling empty either. ]
Do you have a plug or a dildo I can put in you? Just tell me where it is and I'll get it. Then we can change positions.
[ Just... a hunch but with how delirious from pleasure Ryuki seems, he thinks the drop that'd come from being empty would be too much right now for him to tolerate. And Date is nothing if not an attentive lover when it comes to these kind of things. ]
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The question, though... Lifting his hand, he rubs at his eyes absently before he lifts an arm to point at his closet. So much for hiding the rope. ]
Yeah. There's a box in the back, a black one? There are things in there you can use.
[ It's mostly an embarrassingly small assortment of sex toys; two small fake dicks, a plug, some rope, lube... He's not as adventurous in reality as he has been in his dreams, until now. ]
Whatever you want is fine.
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Just stay right here, I'll be right back.
[ One more fond rustle of Ryuki's hair and Date is rolling off the bed and to his feet. He doesn't seem to feel shame as he walks through Ryuki's bedroom naked and erect. And when he opens the closet door, he lets out a low whistle. He expected a closet, not a... whole second room. Or, well, a walk in closet. But still, this is almost bigger than his apartment!
He'll look around a little curiously before he finds the black box, opening it up and finding exactly what he's looking for. And... rope? Hm. Something to think about for later, he thinks. But for now, he's going to grab the plug. The dildos are hilariously small compared to his own dick and so, they offend him just a bit, but at least the plug will keep him stretched, if not full.
So, with almost a skip in his step, Date is going to come back to Ryuki in the bedroom, closing the closet door behind him. Ryuki is sprawled on his stomach on the bed and looking absolutely fucked out and gorgeous, in Date's opinion, which gets him leisurely tugging at his dick a bit as he steps closer to Ryuki. Then the return of hands on Ryuki's body as he spreads his cheeks and slips the plug into him securely.
It's after that that he gets back onto the bed, crawling against the pillows to lean back against the headboard, sitting up. He stretches his legs out in front of him and then pats the space between his spread legs for Ryuki. ]
C'mere, baby. I got your bottle ready for you.
[ Lay here and suck on him, thanks. ]
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He bites his tongue to stop himself making any kind of noise, his eyes following the older man as he goes across the room to the closet, and it gives him a little bit of time to be alone with his thoughts, to regroup and try to push the pieces of his brain back together when it feels as if it's disappearing from him. He's trying not to stare too openly at the flex of Date's ass or his hair or his sweaty skin or...
Fuck.
This is good, he thinks, it's great. Tilting his ass a little so he doesn't lose any come, he wonders what it'll be like in the morning, when the early sunlight robs them of the secrecy of night and all the things that come with it. He's been an officer for long enough that he knows that dangerous things happen at night, and this feels like one of those things, almost criminal with his desperation and the want for more. It's a burning need, really, and even when Date comes back Ryuki feels a strange ache, a fear - of losing this.
He's lost so much already, that having Date slip through his fingers... Having it all just... Go...
Battered out of his thoughts by the plug sliding too easily into his sore rim, he lifts his head to watch Date get into position. It's a little bit cringy, his dirty talk shifting from something hot to something a little on the edge of too close to silliness, but Ryuki doesn't complain.
Lifting himself up onto hands and knees, he crawls over and settles between Date's legs, resting his head on his thigh and lifting a hand to wrap around the still hard dick right there for the taking. Date really wasn't kidding... ]
Don't say it like that...
[ It's a weak protest, though, and he smiles as he leans in to slide his mouth down and over Date's cock. ]
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But for now he's focusing on Ryuki getting what he wants. Ryuki settles between his legs, resting his head on his thigh and Date reaches out to card fingers through his hair gently, to caress the side of his face for a moment. His touch is nothing but affection, nothing but care, and even though his dirty talk is cringy and silly, it's filled with sentiment. ]
Alright, alright, I won't. Not into that kind of stuff? I get it. Not my thing either.
[ He likes his women thick and milfy and he likes his men lithe and twinky. He doesn't need to treat them like a baby, no siree. But soon enough, Ryuki has his mouth enveloping his cock and Date groans, eyes falling closed and head falling back as the sweet heat takes over. He wasn't sure Ryuki would be able to take all of it, certainly not so quickly, but he took it pretty seamlessly which is... impressive. ]
... Shit. That's hot.
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Ryuki had been genuine when he'd said he had practiced, when he had wanted to make sure he could do something like this. He had been real about his aspirations, and while he wasn't entirely aware of just how large Date's cock is, he's had a reasonable amount of toys in his throat to get him used to the feeling. It's not perfect, and it's going to take time for him to be good enough by his own standards, but...
His body moves slowly, getting more comfortable as he starts to move.
Date's cock tastes like his come, and that's what Ryuki had wanted, the tempting salt-sweat that had been denied him for however longs they've been doing this, time meaningless when he's so happy and hazy. His hand rests on Date's other leg, stroking close to the seam of his hip, enjoying the edge of hair and soft skin, being surrounded by Date again but at a different angle, a different memory to lock away.
If anyone were to Psync with him in the future, it would be like walking onto the set of a porno movie, and it would be the worst day of his life for sure.
It's hard to look up at him with his mouth full of cock, but he hums happily, pleased to be here and happy enough to just be a wet, willing mouth to warm Date's cock. ]
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Yeah, this is nice. Perfect. Indulgent. Date can't help the soft smile on his face as he sits like this with Ryuki. And honestly, he's content to stay like that for... a long time. He wants to come, of course, but with the way Ryuki mouths on him, it keeps him right on that pleasurable edge where this is all just enough for him and not enough at all. He sighs, happy, as he continues to pet Ryuki's hair and moans softly at another swallow around his cock. ]
This is nice, huh?
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How is he meant to answer with a dick in his mouth?
That inspires a little bit of surliness in him in spite of the contentment he feels, thumb pressing a little harder into Date's thigh as he gives another soft noise around the cock in his mouth, enough that he's sure Date could feel it. Is that answer enough? He's never had to worry about actually talking to other people when he had been doing this solo, and it makes him wonder if he should have kept Tama...
No, no way. The worst. And Aiba isn't even here.
One eye stares up at Date as he lies in place, basically suckling around his cock despite his earlier protests, hand sliding up to rest on Date's stomach and stroke there, too. It's comfortable, nice, actually, and he hopes that the other man gets it - gets how good this makes him feel. ]
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Sorry, sorry. You don't have to talk, I promise. Just stay like you are.
[ They don't need Aiba and Tama to communicate. Date can still read Ryuki well enough just like this and he knows what he's looking for. Knows what he needs. He knows that they just need each other really and that's satisfying enough. So, he's going to settle back again, closing his eyes and letting his head rest against the headboard, as he lets Ryuki suckle on his cock and he feels it in return.
He thinks he gets it, how good this feels for Ryuki. If it's anything like how good it feels for him. ]
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He's not entirely sure how long passes as he allows himself to indulge in this, the contentment of Date's fingers stroking through his hair and his cock resting almost innocently in his mouth. It's still hard, the adrenaline still pumping through Date's body and making him stay erect despite coming, but that's fine with Ryuki, too. It's good practice for another time, where he might actually go down on Date properly.
His fingers stroke along his leg absently, idle, tender movements and touches that seek to show just how much he cares about this man, thumbing against the curve of his knee, the hard slope of his shin, back up to his thigh, palm flat against the muscle there. He's so strong, survived so much, and even if he is cringe and embarrassing and so much to deal with... He brings so much light to Ryuki's world.
The gentle touches become the brush of his thumb, back and forward, his eye shutting as he enjoys it, his free arm curling around Date and holding himself close, happy to stay like that for as long as Date can handle being still. ]
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It's a few hours, honestly, which is not really that hard for him. Not with this low level of stimulation and innate indecency of the act. His attention drifts here and there but every time he even gets a little bit bored, he remembers his cock is in Ryuki's mouth and it twitches slightly with renewed arousal before he groans softly and settles again.
It's only late at night, maybe around midnight or one am, that there is some interruption with the sound of Date's stomach growling. His eyes open from his mild dozing when it happens and he grins a little sheepish, the hand that has stilled in Ryuki's hair renewing his petting as he looks down at the other man. ]
Sorry. You still feeling good? We don't have to stop or anything.
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