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[shikomizue]

Who: Takasugi Shinsuke (shikomizue) & "Friends" | Closed
What: Catch All For April-May-June
When: Over April / May / June
Where: Mostly Wyver, some Thesa and Olympia
Warning(s): alcohol + graphic violence + bang + will edit as needed

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[originallutece]

Ah--!

[That's loud, louder than she intends, a shocked exclamation rendered sloppy and loud thanks to his ministrations. His fingers are deft, stretching her mouth open wide and forcing themselves inside.

With any other man, in any other situation, she'd melt. She'd moan and struggle to wrap her lips around his fingers so she could suck on them and watch her partner grow hotter by the second. She adores using her mouth; god knows she'd gotten off on it time and again during the gala, getting on her knees once her partners had had their fill.

There's a part of her aching for it even now. She wants to show off, to slide her tongue against the sensitive tips of his fingers, to suck on him and let him sink as deeply into her as he pleases, over and over, until she's shaking with desire.

Any other man, she'd indulge.

But with him, it's always, always different.

For one thing, it's hotter. A baser, filthier sort of arousal, something raw and sexual twisted up with the lure of the forbidden. He's awful, he's truly cruel and sadistic and dangerous, he's not normal, and god knows she's always been attracted to that. Hot waves of arousal make her cunt throb again and again even as fury rises up within her. His fingers tease in her mouth, tapping against teeth and forcing their way in, and her eyes water as she struggles not to gag.

She wants this, oh, yes. But for him? She wants to win even more.

So naturally, she bites down. Did he think she wouldn't? He presents such an easy target, fingers sliding down her throat, why wouldn't she take her revenge? Especially on the heels of a statement like that, patronizing and overtly misogynistic--

It's instinctively satisfying to feel her teeth sink deep into skin. She doesn't go halfway with it, but rather bites so it hurts, her canines sinking down sharply, clenching her jaw so that he'll surely tear skin if he jerks his hand back. Let him bleed; she'd like to see him hurt, even a little.]

[shikomizue]

[Fingers brush against molars, his skin is calloused, but he can still feel the edge of her teeth. How close he is to being bitten; the position he's in won't be easy to slip away from, should she choose to clench down on him.

Unless she hesitates.

Even a moment, and he'll fish all three fingers into her cheek and pull. Hard enough to make it feel like her flesh could tear.

With that threat hanging between them, the pleasure he rends from forcing himself back into her throat needs to be taken quickly. His finger skirts the slick there before pressing down onto her tongue, forcing it to wrap around him.

She'd feel good around his cock too, face held between his hands as he fucks her mouth. His arousal twitches at the thought, and in the moment his attention has turned to the heat of their tangled legs, she bites.]

Fh- [He presses his lips shut, swallowing his expletive - but he can't suppress a groan. His arm jerked against the pain, pulling away just enough to feel her teeth grind against the muscle and bone of his fingers.

She's already done enough damage to leave his arm shaking. He presses his hand in further, into her teeth, feeding the bite until all three fingers are knuckle deep in her throat. It hurts, her bite bruising and scraping skin away, but he needs her to choke.

Give him the opportunity to pull away.

And once he does, he brings the freed hand quickly downward. She won't be spared of his fingers yet. They crawl over her ass before delving between her legs. Two slip in immediately, aching and uncoordinated as they throb. He curls them inside her, frustrated and rough.

Maybe she'll enjoy being made raw, but Takasugi isn't trying to give her any more pleasure here than he had in her mouth.]

[originallutece]

Fuck!

[She, on the other hand, doesn't bother to bite back her curse. That intrusion is painful, forced forward, slick fingers too big shoved into something too small. He stretches her open, forces her to deal with it, and she throbs around him, arching her back and spreading her legs, panting harshly to try and compensate.

Which isn't to say it doesn't feel good. Oh, it does. Her cunt pulsates, wetness coating his fingers immediately; the instant he curls them her legs tremble, just for a moment, involuntary and a direct response to the heat crashing through her. It's nothing and everything all at once, but though her instinct is to moan, she bites it back. If he moves his fingers more, perhaps, he'll earn a shriek, but as it is, it ought to count as a victory already: Rosalind with her ass out and her legs spread, wet and aching because of him.]

S-shouldn't you-- ah-- shouldn't you be used to pain, soldier boy? Or are you too used to blades and explosions to remember how it feels under someone else's hands?

[Explosions? There hadn't been any explosions in his memory . . . but then again, she certainly had met his friend from home. And oh, taunting him is absolutely a bad idea, but there she goes, doing it anyway.]

[shikomizue]

[Weight bears down on his wrist, her body's attempt to adjust to the intrusion making his fingers slip somewhere more shallow. A position he rights quickly; Takasugi brings his body flush against hers. Arousal pressed into her leg, he curls his fingers.

Hooks her inside, before relaxing to spread her entrance. Working her over like she's never been fucked, when they both know she's adoring this. The attention and the inescapable sensations that have her shuddering caught between pain and pleasure.

Something she can't deny, for all her propriety and pride. She isn't suffering-

Takasugi's hand twists, his palm slick with pooled fluid that runs from her hole all the way down his forearm. The angle he wrenches from her enables more motion, a steady but no less violent in and out.

He feels her throbbing, he can smell her heat, but he wants to see her trembling before he gives her his cock.

Since her asking for it, rather than demanding it, is out of the realm of possibility. Somehow, she manages to still taunt - utter things that sink under his skin. He hasn't been called soldier boy in a decade.

His mouth presses into her shoulder, all heat and lip only for a second before teeth dig in. As sharply as she had gnashed against his fingers he works her over. Skin worried until he can taste blood.]

[originallutece]

[She's dripping, so wet it's obscene, dripping down her thighs and leaving her shaking from the sensation. His teasing with his fingers only makes it worse: he spreads her open wide, stretching her out and not giving her what she wants. More, she wants something thicker, hotter, something that will leave her screaming (but she can't scream, not here, a distant thought). Her hips rock back again and again, fucking eagerly against his fingers, eyes closing as she exhales shakily.

And then he bites.

It's an instantaneous pain, sharp and white-hot and such a vivid contrast to how fantastic his fingers feel. Rosalind cries out loudly, unable to help it, her body writhing in earnest as she tries and fails to get away. The pain is blinding, more than she's used to, more than she ever wants to feel; surely it isn't as bad as when he'd cut her arm, but right now it feels as though it is.

Skin breaks and blood trickles down, and with a hissed snarl she reaches behind her. She can't get herself out of the hold he has, but she can at least teleport them.

One moment, she's up against the wall, and the next--

--in a breath, in a second, feeling like nothing at all--

--they're crashing onto her queen-sized mattress, limbs tangling, and Rosalind jerks, trying to turn, eager to get him under her before he can do the opposite.]

[shikomizue]

[Rosalind's veneer of pain melts away, the sloppy rhythm of her hips an embarrassing display of desperation. She's not in pain, but maybe she is suffering, yearning for something she can't have until he decides to give it to her.

Wet and lewd, a mess that can't stop thinking about his cock.

A sight that's almost as satisfying as feeling her skin give under his teeth, and tasting the sharp iron flavor of her blood. He'd prefer her outcry had come from getting fucked, but the release of her voice is a victory-

A passerby stops, there's a muttered exchange between friends, before footsteps resume.

He barely hears it, the sound of his lips dragging over her skin and his palm hitting her cunt in errant intervals throbbing louder in his ears.

In a moment, all of that falls away.

Ground no longer under his feet, but beneath him - Takasugi braces for the drop without realizing what's happened. Scattered hands anchor to the woman flush against him, one gripping forearm and the other hip.

What they hit is soft. A mattress.

In the moment taken to orient himself, she's freed. Crawled on top of him soon enough to see his eye narrow from surprise to aggravation. His cock aches against her, hips shifting so subtly he doesn't notice - he's preoccupied reaching up to try and grab her jaw. Not to choke, but to fling her away and reassert himself.]

[originallutece]

No, no--

[Growled and muttered, her head jerking wildly as she grabs his wrists and throws her weight down, trying to keep him pinned. She won't resort to Ardyn's powers, not yet, not least of which because they're incredibly painful to call upon, but they're most certainly a last resort.

Her shoulder is bleeding. Drops of blood slip down her skin, over her shoulderblade, dripping down to hit his torso in meaningless patterns. He lies beneath her, pale skin and sharp expression, and he feels so good between her legs, his cock pulsing, just as hungry to fuck as she is. Rosalind rocks her hips back, working against him minutely, watching his expression with heated eyes.]

Settle down.

[shikomizue]

[Any direction between them gets lost in a feral battle for power. Takasugi's torso twists, giving his hands just a little extra leeway to grab her hair. Anything to pull her back to him, back under him-

Just as he's tangling his fingers in auburn tresses, her weight comes crashing down. He feels what's in his hands tear away, hasty grip not sure enough to anchor him against her momentum.

His knuckles press into the mattress; he's flexing in her grip, testing her strength. Rosalind's weight isn't anything he can't overcome, but he doesn't break away. Not yet-

The way her heat feels bearing down on him, nearly enveloping him, brings Takasugi's own craving to the forefront of his mind. He groans, eye unfocused as his head keens back to writhe into the mattress before he goes slack.

'Calm'.

Hardly subdued, he waits. Eeks out what pleasure he can from the grind of her hips. It's not enough, each time she drags against him only leaves him wanting more.

With a growl, he wrenches his arms away and sits up. Seizes her jaw, thumbs along the jut of bone and fingers wrapped around the back of her head. It's the closest to behaving as a lover he gets, and the kiss he instigates is more tongue than teeth.

He wants her warmth, and if he can't have it between her legs, he'll have it here.



It still isn't enough.]

[originallutece]

[It's a messy kiss, harsh and firm, but that's no different than anything else they've done tonight. Rosalind groans into it, opening her mouth to it as her hands settle on his shoulders. Perched in his lap like this, they could almost be mistaken for lovers (though no one could miss the way they touch each other as anything but rough and frantic).]

W-why-- why don't you ask for it--

[She tucks her head down, teeth scraping at his jaw.]

Ask me to let you fuck me.

[shikomizue]

[The fingers on his shoulders aren't gentle, but how Takasugi tenses under them is a reaction to a precursor. With her digits resting on his bare skin, she could dig in. Scratch, tear skin, and weave lines of red deep enough to leave him shuddering.

His thumbs travel downwards, their slow descent to the soft flesh under her jaw interrupted by her demand.

Takasugi can't laugh, he's too frustrated. His lips coil into a smile and he bares his head down into Rosalind's mouth, teeth painful against jaw - but he makes it mutual.

A moment of equilibrium before in an instant he rocks forward. Pushes himself on top of her, a motion that glides his cock between the lips of her cunt. Too close to what they're both desperate for, but not enough to satisfy.

He looms, hands splayed on either side of her head.] Why don't you just tell me how desperate you are?

[Like hell either of them will ever yield.]

[originallutece]

[She stares up at him for a few seconds. Desperate isn't a word she'd ever use, especially not with him, but she certainly is hungry for him. Rosalind pants softly, her cunt throbbing around nothing, resisting the urge to buck her hips up and grind heavily against him.]

Come fuck me.

[A command, not a plea, as she wraps her fingers around the back of his neck.]

Because neither of us are ever going to ask the other for what we want, never mind plea or beg or mewl.

[shikomizue]

[She's right.

Her fingers feel like ice against his skin, the back of his neck reddened by their frantic exchange. It sends a shudder down his spine, coursing sensation that culminates in the tip of his cock as an ache.

Not desperate, but hungry.

They're the same - panting, stubborn, torturing themselves just as much as the other.

He doesn't delude himself that any of their machinations will change, once he's buried within her. There's no release from terrible personalities - a fact that's at once a damnation and a comfort.

His smile dampens, and almost mechanically, he shifts back. On his haunches, to jerk her by the thighs. Closer, the tip of his erection pressing between her warmth. Takasugi rocks his hips forward slowly; she'll feel every inch of him as he slips inside.

Warm, wet, tight. A deep sigh escapes him, but he doesn't move. Not until he's planted a hand firmly on her chest. Holding her down, a sight for his eyes to feast upon as he makes her writhe.

Like that he rolls his hips, a rhythm that hits deep before nearly emptying her entirely. Thorough, but not fast.

Almost tentative, if he were capable of such a thing.]