jigokulogs | [open] no strings attached

You caught your breath, baby?

[ She laughs, gasps gently and fucks into the curl of her fist. He feels desperate and she feels heavenly, liquid warm and comfortable but still itching to come undone. She wants to kiss him too, fuck his mouth until she comes riding him. It's what she wants, so she pulls it loose. ]

Now, be good for me.

[ She puts her hands in his hair and tilts her head to kiss him hard. Her arms tighten around him for stability, her cock is sticky and wet against his stomach as she moves and gasps into his mouth. She trembles a little when the edge is right there, tells him yes in a low tone with her tail thrashing. ]

Just wait or you're more likely to join the injured than help them.

[ Karasu shrugs. ]

Or don't wait and prove me right.

[ His orgasm is practically on command when she speaks the word. Between her command, her cock against his stomach, and her kiss, it was only a matter of time. He can only make some pathetic noises against her mouth as he comes with a sharp buck of his hips.

What a good dog. ]

[He watches the other person for a moment, the eyes of a marksman looking over the faint movements of her body. Hm...]

Haha, maybe I am!

[His glass gets placed off to the side as she asked the question.]

Wouldn't say no- [Shifting to fully face her with his body as she press a hand against his shoulder. One of his own moving to rest on her leg in return.]

-so long as you're comfortable with it.

Giving them the illusion that they're the ones with power...

[her fingers rest on her drink, but she doesn't touch it yet. what she doesn't say is that it sounds the same as it ever is, flattering people with money or bending yourself to someone else's wishes. that, and she privately hates the idea that Majima simply had to endure being treated like that - it pulls at her heart, even though there's nothing she could do to change it.]

And I bet you were absolutely miserable the entire time.

[there's a clear war on her features, a frustration that runs bone deep at the idea of stopping. as much as Emily will say to others it's alright, that they need rest, it never applies to her - not when she can feel the pull, almost a compulsion, to go.

she's not leaving, but she's not happy about it, and not moving. every now and then, she deserves to be a little stubborn as well.]

Ah, I see.

[ Azem senses there's more to it but doesn't push. He doesn't know this person well enough to push their boundaries or buttons just yet. The kiss on his shoulder is met with a pleased hum. ]

Shall I do you now or is there more you wish to wash?

[ He steps forward and takes her hand. ]

Ya can watch th'street from upstairs, an' we'll go with ya when there's some visibility again.

Was miserable for a lotta reasons.

[ Body still recovering from a year of torture, being haunted around town by Sagawa's men, being manipulated and slapped around by Sagawa himself, being kept from Saejima, not knowing what had happened to Yasuko, working himself to the bone at that stupid club. Then everything that had happened with Makoto.

She picks up a slice of tempura'd kabocha and eats it carefully, it's still hot. ]

Dunno, wasn't in th'mood to be miserable today.

[ She lowers her hand to pet the back of his lightly with her nails; glittery black press ons. ]

Wouldn't offer if I wasn't, now would I?

[ She shifts a little further to the side to proffer the zipper set into the side of the dress, it goes from her hip up past the top of her ribs. It's not a terribly complicated dress, she hardly needs the assistance but is that really the point? ]

All yours, sweetheart.

[ They have some more in depth polishing ahead of them once they hit the water. She moves a little to settle on the next stool over, arranging her tail so that she can sit comfortably. The dress itself did a lot of the work for that look, but even sitting naked she does a solid job of approximating a more feminine posture. Majima had a lot of up close study of what kind of performance people look for from a hostess, had spent time teaching it to new hostesses too. ]

[ She can feel the pulsing twitch inside her, the surge of sticky wet. It's a deep incentive to her own state, a few more helpless rolls of her hips, hand squeezing around her cock until she's done for. She comes in a splash against his abdomen. She had promised to make a mess of him and sweaty, red with rope marks, mussed, and painted in cum probably does the trick. She arcs her chest up to expand her ribs so she can get in a good gulping breath as she gets a headful of stars.

She pulls at his hair fitfully as she breathes, nose against his damp temple. She croons to him hoarsely, ]

What a good boy.

[ Ugh she can't be bothered to untie him yet so she just pushes him over, crawling off of him to lie down alongside him in the tangle of her dress. She pets his arm lazily as she waits for her body temperature to recalibrate. ]

[ They walk a little further until they inevitably hit one of the small stalls offering sakura petal goods. He talks to a wizened little yokai who is offering up tea from a big bamboo vat. He accepts the paper cup and offers the first one to Julieta. He accepts a second one for himself and hands over a few coins worth. An authentic taste of Japan, a subtle flowery aroma and flavor, sweetness of sugar, a slight taste of saltiness.

For him anyway, it really does take him back to Tokyo for a moment. It's something he really only would have indulged in during the season itself. He looks down into the liquid pensively for a moment, ]

What do ya think?

[LB's brows raise for a moment, if only because "yakuza" was a term she had learned not all that long ago from Soma. Though she hadn't heard of it before coming to Jigoku-cho, it was at least common enough to be tied to two people she spoke with here - perhaps it would be worth it to learn more about the subject in her free time. Nevertheless, LB makes a mental note to herself and puts that to the side for the time being.]

Perhaps I don't look like it, but I used to be a military contractor of sorts... not all that far off from a mercenary, I suppose.

[She apparently looked so much like a Tamamo kind of girl, that multiple people had been able to guess on their first meeting with her - even she knew that she wasn't really all that well suited to the militaristic part of her former job. She too rubs her shoulder in a self-conscious sort of way.]

So, um, we really don't fall all that far from the same tree, I suppose.

[As they get farther away from the trees, LB takes one more look to appreciate the beauty of the pink visage - it really was too bad that the whispering from the dead was a thing here, because otherwise she'd might like to take in the view for a little longer. However, the alternative presented did sound more appealing.]

Oh, probably is! Sometimes, if I can't sleep, I'll come down to take my mind off of things... it's nice.

[ Maybe. Mercenary implies that she fights for whoever, for the money or the prestige or whatever it is. Yakuza implies that he is bound to one family, that he's promised his life and his blood to one particular 'father'. It doesn't feel quite the same in Jigoku. In Tokyo, you know the reputation of your boss. You hope to be chosen by then and to live up their expectations. In Jigoku-cho you are simply assigned out to someone you have never known before. He puffs a sigh, none of it feels right. ]

Never been military.

[ He loathes government authority, of which the military is a part. If he felt like the government cared or would ever have looked out for him, he wouldn't be yakuza at all. He's been failed, left out and let down and driven to the only part of society that would have him. Yakuza thrived after the war, when the government and the military were at their most crippled and most fallible. ]

Guess it's rough though.

[ He doesn't feel any need to argue with that, that violence is violence. He glance around to get his bearings for a moment, then leads the way down towards the banks of the Sanzu. ]

I'm sure neither of us sleep great.

Yakuza.

['Kissa' is supplying him a definition, but it's making Lalli frown in confusion.]

...a crime organization?

[Oh but that smell is nice, and Lalli has to fight to stay focused on Majima and not distracted by food.]

Yep.

[ He confirms it without any particular enthusiasm or pride. There was a time when he was proud, ambitious, fearless. He was stupid then too. ]

Swore up when I was a teenager.

[ And now he sits wearily behind a cigarette, one eye short. ]

[Lalli can get that Majima doesn't treat this with pride, which just forms further questions.]

Why?

[Explain this to the sheltered guy who has very little concept of 'organized crime'.]

Nobody else wanted me for nothin'. All I'm good at is fighting. Me an' my bro figured if that's how it was gonna be, we might as well be good yakuza. Maybe die with a name for ourselves, instead of dead in a ditch somewhere.

[ Saejima made a name for himself, and he'll probably die in jail. Alone. Majima had wanted nothing more than to get back to Tokyo to wait for him, but now he's here instead and he doesn't know what that means for either of them. ]

Didn't really work out like that.

[Well. 'We had a plan but things went wrong' is something Lalli relates to, so he gives Majima a hum that sounds understanding.]

Things never work out how you plan for them to. That's everyone's truth.

[Even Lalli's. And he's the one left alive to carry the burdens of 'plans gone wrong'.]

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[ Karaus keeps his distance for now. They are Izō's people, not his. It'd feel wrong if he was the one to offer some kind of comfort. Perhaps the shitty bird has grown something of a conscience -- doubtful. ]

Listen to him.

[ She did deliver on her promise of making a mess of him. It's exactly what he wanted. Unwanted, however, is the way she shoves him over. That earns his most undignified and indignant noise of the night, a squeaky yelp as he hits the bed. ]

Fuckin'...warn me.

[ He's not really mad, though. Having her close is comfortable and lets him get back into a more normal headspace. He shifts closer to her as best he can in a quiet plea for more contact, if she'd be so kind. ]

[He huffs out a breath of amusement at that, too sardonic to be a laugh. He might only have that offhand description, but if the onmyouji in that place were anything like the spellcasters he was used to-- and he's including himself in that, he knows he's as insufferable as the rest of them-- Majima's assessment was probably right.] I can't help but feel like I should apologize on their behalf. It could very possibly be both.

[With a quiet, sticky slithering sound, the youkai that lives on his skin crawls out from under the collar of his shirt, scurrying up his neck to rest on his jaw. It's a solid black shadow shaped like a lizard, flat against his body like a moving tattoo. In a bit of private self-pity, Natori can't help but compare it to Majima and his unwilling snake partner: at least Majima seems to have gotten some protection out of his.]

...It must have been a deeply powerful place. I'd like to say at least you're out, but... [But there's no guaranteeing they're not also in a difficult situation here, and letting go of the past wasn't as easy as moving to the city from the countryside, or to hell from some quixotic pocket dimension for that matter.] ...So did you all know each other, those of you who've made it here?

[ Azem gathers up what is needed while Goromi gets comfortable. Once ready, he kneels behind her in much the same way she had for him. ]

I'll be honest, I've been really curious 'bout your skin. [ He says as he begins to work the sponge across Goromi's shoulders. He's going to take his time and get a feel for what Goromi's scaley skin feels like. Even trace a finger along the outline of the mask tattoo. ]

[with a deep, slow exhale, she relents, holding onto Majima's hand. and then, even though it's Karasu coming forth, she steps over and takes his hand as well. they stay together - that's her conditions for agreeing to this.]

...When it clears.

[she hates having to compromise on this. but them near, it makes it easier.]

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