jigokulogs | [open] no strings attached

[ A moment to breathe. Izō is at peace for now. Karasu knows what he'd want and normally that wouldn't factor into his decision-making process, but this is a different set of circumstances.

He huffs a sigh as he shakes the condensation off of his wings. ]

What he said. Izō'd be pissed if anything happened to you and I don't want to deal with that. So wait.

[ Oh that's already a lot. He's not even tied up and just her touch alone is enough to drive him crazy. Izō bucks into her touch with a quiet grunt. ]

Maybe...Yer a gorgeous lady, so why wouldn't I be? I jus' want whatever ya wanna give me...please.

[ Wow, Goromi really has a hold on him if he's being this polite right now. ]

[The promise of food is a good one, and he nods.]

Enma.

[It's not too surprising for him, the department is kind of like the military and he's been in the military for years.]

You're not in Enma. I didn't see you at the meeting.

These are like the ones from your home?

[ This is a good opportunity for her. There are so many things she's missed out on. It can be hard to know where to start so it helps when there's a festival for everyone to participate in. For now she won't even think about whatever faction rivalries exist here. She just wants to have a good time. ]

[Even if Majima doesn't give her much, she still glances over with a solemn kind of understanding, nodding her head.]

You and me both... [Perhaps "thug" would be a new term for her. But honestly, she had been called much worse than that. It'd be easy to wallow in her own memories, and perhaps she would if she were on her own. But in the company of someone else - even a stranger - LB still felt compelled to try to hide the more depressing part of her personality the best she possibly could.] ...but as far as I'm concerned, you don't look like a thug to me.

[Considering that the worst people to her were cultists and everyone else that she went against were typically military of sorts, perhaps LB didn't even know what a thug was supposed to look like. Nevertheless, she's at least honest in that remark before turning to thank the vendor for the takoyaki. Once she receives the food, she walks away from the stand with a thoughtful hum.]

Do you want to go see if we can find something not shitty to look at?

Keep it together, baby. I ain't even started yet.

[ She smirks. Majima isn't all that confident in his looks without some bitterness, but Goromi knows she's gorgeous.

She lets go of him, reaching for the bundle of soft cloth rope. ]

Now hold still while I truss you up, puppy.

[ She's no rope queen, but she knows what she's after. Arms folded behind his back under his wings, legs tied together. If she spares a few more loops and ties around his body it's so he'll feel it when he wiggles. She leaves him with his feet on the floor, sitting on the edge of the bed as she steps back to admire her handiwork with a fingertip tapping her lower lip. ]

Now you wait here while I finish gettin' ready.

[ She walks off around the bed, behind him and out of sight. Who knows what the fuck she's doing, maybe she's just teasing him. ]

[ Izō is surprisingly accepting of being tied up, with little noises being his only complaints. Her handiwork gets tested almost immediately as he squirms in his binds. Yeah, that's pretty solid work. ]

Ain't got a lotta choice, do I?

[ Sitting on the edge of the bed bound and muzzled just waiting for her to come back should be humiliating. It should probably be dredging up some of his nastier trauma. It's neither of those things. It's exciting and different; the anticipation alone makes his cock twitch.

This might be a problem if this awakens something in him. ]

No lip, puppy.

[ Called cheerfully from behind him, she rattles around in some side drawer, humming lazily to herself. It's just starting to feel too long when she comes back, sliding up into his lap with her knees on either side. Her fingers toy up into his hair as she looks down into his face. There's color in her cheeks, across her chest and shoulders still showing where there's a warmblooded person underneath cool snake scale.

She smiles at him with lazy self-satisfaction, good eye relaxed with lashes made long with mascara. She sits up onto her knees to get her dress out of her way, then touches him with slick fingers underneath her. ]

You ready?

[ Whispered warm and breathless against his ear, nipping at his earlobe. It doesn't matter much what he says, she's pretty sure he's more than ready. It's not the configuration they normally play in, but as she lines him up it's obvious she still has all the control here. She is stretched out and slick; was she like that the whole time or was that what she was up to behind him?

Doesn't matter, she bites her lower lip and sinks in a slow controlled movement along his twitching cock with a little pleased gasp. ]

[ The puppy stuff should also be pissing him off, but it's not. It just makes it hotter and he's not about to analyze that too deeply. He can't even look her in the eye with how flushed his face is. It's embarrassing that he likes this treatment so much and that fact also turns him on.

Okada Izō, one of the four great manslayers of the Bakumatsu period and also an insatiable glutton for punishment.

Any second thoughts are pushed out as she pushes his cock inside her. ]

...Fuck, yer all nice'n ready for me. That what ya were doin' back there...?

[ He doesn't expect an answer. He does expect a reprimand for the ways his hips buck up to get more faster. Naughty pup. ]

[ It's been a long time since Majima has taken anyone for the fun of it, and Goromi and the snake stop him from thinking about when it wasn't fun with a vice-like grip. His possession's support of the game makes it more powerful, more definitive.

She links her hands behind Izo's neck, mouth open when he bucks underneath her; mostly of her red lipstick is still intact. ]

Ain't none of it for you, baby.

[ It's all what she wants. Goromi talks sweet but is ultimately selfish to the bone. She only wants what's fun and what pleases her. He bucks impatiently under her and so she grinds down on him heavily, back flexing into a sharp arch. She's hard between them, a heated shape under the sequined fabric of her dress that brushes into his stomach. ]

So you're not gonna come until I say ya can.

[ Her thighs squeeze, hips shifting with a roll. He's all hers now and there's not a thing he can do about it. ]

[there's a set to her expression when she turns to look at them, a conviction that says no as clearly as if she'd verbalized it.]

There are people out there who need help. Help only a physician can give. This, compared to what I know, is nothing.

[mist on the ground, and someone breathing over your neck as you have to work faster, faster, before they round the corner. bullets hold no threat, when her mind is like this - it's divided into the idea that she can take it, move faster, be there for others. hiding is something she can't fathom. she can't explain everything to them, outline that she's used to worse, to running with any of a dozen things wrong with her.]

I can't stay here if they need me.

[later, she'll hear that sentiment echoed from the injured, and her heart will twist in empathy.]

[ If she wants to be selfish, that's fine with him. In any other context, being used for someone else's purposes would piss him off. The is the one exception. Goromi is more than allowed to have her way with him. That doesn't means he's going to be quiet about it, of course.

He whines and rest his forehead against her shoulder, squirming against his restraints. A moment to breathe and try to force himself to settle down before he looks up at her again. ]

Whatever ya want...Take it.

[ He'll give it, so long as she gives him the praise he so desperately craves. Izō just wants to hear that he's doing a good job; her approval is all the matters to him. ]

Soaplands, hmm? That's an interesting thing to call 'em. Accurate, I guess. [ There is soap, after all. ]

Bathhouses aren't uncommon back home, but they're typically a bit more of a solitary affair. [ And yet, Azem isn't the least bit shy about going around the bathhouse here. Then again, Azem has ever been the strange sort amongst their peers. It seems to be a bit of a requirement for the seat. ]

Not your kind of thing or just too busy? [ He glances back but tries not to move too much so as not to disturb Goromi's work. ]

I'm about as yakuza as they come.

[ He rubs the back of his head sheepishly. In Sotenbori, no one had believed he wasn't yakuza even when he was technically a civilian. He looks like a thug, but at least around Jigokucho that's par for the course. He looks like any other yokai clan member around Shuten territory. He's almost unremarkably normal in this town.

But he does accept the tray of food, glancing up the street to see whether they're about to be run over by a kanamara float or if there really is anything worth seeing. ]

River's probably quiet this time'a day.

[ Enma's unfortunate, but maybe he'd rather more people had ended up there instead of getting shuffled into these other gangs they don't know anything about. ]

Shuten. Ain't surprised, I was yakuza back home too.

[ He spots the stall and directs them that way, the pancake smell getting stronger as they approach. He asks for two and stands back to wait while the batter gets dished up. ]

Too busy.

[ Killing himself to pay a debt that they were never going to let him pay. Goromi doesn't clarify, just hums to herself and finishes up before planting a cheeky kiss to Axem's shoulder. ]

There ya go.

Hm. That's my good boy.

[ Her back arches again, hands on his shoulders for leverage as she moves in his lap. She has strong legs and strong core, it's certainly exertion and her breath goes heavy in her chest, but she has the physical strength to attend to this itch all on her own. As she settles into a smooth rhythm, her nails claw on his back and the back of his neck with the way she pulls him tight to her body. Body heat and sweat overtakes where the oil had made her smooth, making skin and scale and sequin stick and pull.

The noises she makes are typical of Majima, if more breathy and more frequent. They come hot and close to his ear when she buries her nose in his hair, writhing with indecent urgency along his cock. ]

For th'most part. They're all over Tokyo.

[ He shuffles along uncertainly for a moment before he offers her his arm. It seems like the thing to do for the whole experience. It's not exactly just that the flowers are beautiful, it's also about being in the moment because life is impermanent and you'll only get so many of those moments. Enjoying it with someone is just a slice of that. ]

Ya want some tea or somethin'? The make all kindsa stuff with th'petals.

We know that, don't mean ya gotta shot or trampled over.

[ It would be too selfish to keep her from injured people who need her, but it's just selfish enough to keep her until it's safe. He offers her his hand with a frown. ]

[ It's very hot to be little more than a sex toy right now. He can't stop himself from being noisier than usual, squirming in an effort to keep himself from disobeying her again. Her praise lights a fire in him...A vaguely alarming fire. He suddenly looks up, flushed and panting. ]

I'm gonna...

[ A warning that either she needs to slow down or do something to stop the inevitable. ]

Shoulda put a ring on ya, huh.

[ She teases him, but does slow down because she's absolutely not finished using that dick yet. She bites her lip to suppress her breathing, scratching her nails up the back of his neck. ]

I'll remember that.

[ She flicks the fabric of her dress the rest of the way aside so she can touch herself, squeezing with a shivering sigh. He gets less, she gets more, it all balances out. ]

[ Things that he should not find hot: that threat. Things he does find hot: that threat. He whimpers, a needy little noise, as he nuzzles his face into the side of her neck. His desperation is only getting worse the longer this goes on. ]

Ya wouldn't... [ Of course she would. ] Dunno if I could handle that.

[ I other words: definitely do it next time to hear him beg even more pathetically than usual. ]

Ya can do anythin' I tell ya to.

[ She smiles, crooked and charming, stroking herself with lazy pleasure. Her hips shift languidly and her head falls back loosely on her neck, dark hair trailing down her back. She keeps her balance with that hand on his neck, fingers flexing in slow scratching movements. ]

[ She takes his arm. It's not often that she gets escorted like this so she'll enjoy the opportunity. Her attention is on the trees and how beautiful they are. And the voices. Was she hearing things? He manages to distract her with the question. ]

Sure. I haven't had one like that before.

[ He wants to touch and kiss and fuck her so badly. Watching her pleasure herself only strengthens that desire. Izō whines in between his heavy, panting breaths. ]

I will do anythin' ya tell me to...

[ Eternally eager to please, a fatal flaw. ]

Y' can go harder, if ya want...

[ Please. ]

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