. all you have's your axe to grind . closed

[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]

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.]