. 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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[That the ring of swollen pink will have vanished by the time Takasugi draws away occurred to him the moment he'd felt the resistance of muscle under his teeth. Even if he'd torn skin, there wouldn't be a damn thing to show for it within moments.

So he'll leave his mark in another way.

A sweet memory of defiance, the pink that's faded from Solomon's thighs returning to his cheeks or his cock when it crosses his mind.

Maybe that's too ambitious for such a simple carnal act, but with pale hands winding in his hair and a leg levied upon his shoulder, Takasugi can feel every ripple of muscle his tongue spreads through that slender body.

He offers those reactions an answer - a groan, deep voice and a grind of teeth along the shaft of the cock in his mouth. Twisting his jaw brings Solomon's arousal deeper, his face submerging to take the entire thing. Purely for the image of it.

When he slides back up, his eye flicks upwards, fixed on Solomon's lips.

A loud slurp, breath and water swallowed all at once, emblazons the lewdness of his position. Water flecks the back of Takasugi's throat and he suppresses a cough, continuing a more shallow bob of his head. His tongue makes up for the lack of depth, swirling in consistent, languorous circles around the tip of the other man's cock.

He never listens - everything he ever offers is on his own terms, this act of servitude (possessiveness. dominance.) is no exception.]

[semblant]

[It isn't even like Takasugi's doing too much, he doesn't need to do much in this particular circumstance and it feels like overkill; his leg ceaselessly twitches, slipping between his upper-back and nape with a similar unending chorus of those pathetic mewling sounds. More vocal than usual, though that doesn't say much on principle of him always sounding off when things are going well...

But he'll sometimes fight it. Pointlessly.

The bathroom's echoey and Solomon's caved quickly. His fingers twist at damp locks, weighing Takasugi down as if he's not doing a well enough job all on his own. Of course he is, of course Solomon's just a greedy piece of shit. Their eyes lock for all of a moment (or at least he thinks they do) and he'll draw his fuller lip into his mouth, muting himself as color spreads from cheek to cheek.

Not that any of that fake modest shit lasts. His head tilts back and he'll release that breath, his lip with a groan, hips twisting slightly to accommodate his tongue, adjusting to suit him...something like that.

T-11 seconds till he ejaculates without warning...10 9 8 7 6 5 4...]

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[Were the water calmer, Takasugi thinks he'd be able to see Solomon's voice reverberate in it. The dulcet tone seems caught in the steam filling the room - an echo that grows louder instead of fading away.

Because Solomon's making his approval known at a constant rate, an inverse of his typical onslaught of complaints.

Takasugi doesn't have a preference between the two. Sensual or dissatisfied, both are all for him. Solomon's not the only avaricious party - Takasugi wants their fleeting eye contact to endure. He's not the one who looks away, he doesn't falter even when Solomon's body twists and breaks their gaze.

A moment earlier, the weight on his head would have caused a rebuttal in the form of teeth. Now, it's just a part of how desperate Solomon's body is to slide into his mouth. Takasugi answers with tongue, circling the edge of his head.

Until he tastes something bitter. Cum spills along his tongue and teeth, slipping down his throat after mingling with the spit and water that slip through his lips. With a - intentional - slurp, he lets Solomon's cock slip from his mouth.

Jaw open wide, he licks his teeth clean before settling into a smug grin - wider, the ache on the corners of his lips earnest, than his typical derisive smirk. It's fleeting, fading into the usual haughtiness he wears as he palms the half-hard dick he left behind.]

I'm done.

[He says, intending to stand and step out of the bath. 'Clean enough,' or something. But he doesn't move. Post-coital without even coming, Takasugi idly caresses whatever manscaping Solomon's got going on down there. He's staring...

Trying to meet Solomon's eye again.]