no one's ever dredged anything to look for me

[pitfight]

Who ⬤ Majima (meowjima) + his tangled romantic cohorts (Nishi, Izo, and Emily (I'm so sorry Emily))
What ⬤ "bitch get your dog" "he don't bite" "YES HE DO"
When ⬤ Early/Mid May
Where ⬤ Majima's place
Content Warnings ⬤ Nishitani. NSFW either for sex or violence or both

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[pitfight]

[ Nishitani looks up at Majima from between his pecks, mischief already playing on his features. ] Ah, aniki, so cruel.

[ The floor is hard, but Nishitani doesn't care. Majima pushes to be on top and while Nishitani wants nothing more than to see Majima riding him, wild in the sun, Nishitani feels possessive. He wants to curl over Majima, wants to be the one with his back to the world, with Majima below him and safe. It's stupid, it's instinctual, but Nishitani finally wrestles Majima onto the floor, grinning, leaning down to lick into those smug, sweet lips. ]

[no_kyouken]

[ His expression narrows with annoyed amusement to be called that. It's a goddamn miracle none of the other Shutens have started it, and now here Nishitani is to lead all those clueless little ducklings to it. However, Majima knows if he protests too much now it will only encourage it further. So he keeps his peace, preferring the kiss.

Nishitani's belt was already lazy and undone when he got here, it's easy to finish the work of the remaining loops and toss it aside. There's a calm Majima has under someone else that he's probably not ready to think too hard about yet. It takes the strain of needing to be in control off of him. He doesn't have to think so hard, try so hard to be something that he isn't. It's just been hard to loosen his control with anyone else. Nishitani comes in like a freight train, it's almost too easy with him.

He threads his fingers at the back of Nishitani's hair, keeping his kiss on him and inhaling it deeply. The other cool, scaled hand slides down the front of his slacks to pet the most talked about cock in the district. Majima has found no complaints with its performance thus far and is genuinely amused that the older man can truly keep up with someone half his age. His own back and legs are sore but it's a burn that's much too sweet to resent. ]

[pitfight]

[ Nishitani leans into Majima's hands and his kiss, the sweetness of cigarette smoke between them as he sinks down, pressing their groins together, letting his weight press against Majima's hips. Nishitani likes seeing Majima here, likes the feel of Majima under him. They're safe like this, contained, and it's them, once more, partners and lovers and brothers, all at once. ]

[ Nishitani leans his weight on one of his forearms, using the other to skirt his fingers down Majima's body, once more staying away from his neck and jaw, knowing he hasn't gotten permission, not yet, to touch those sensitive areas. Instead he presses against Majima's chest, his tits, gropes the hard muscle there. ] Fucking beautiful. [ He'll say it once, he'll say it a thousand times. Majima is stunning in his ferocity, his talent, his aura. All these things combine-- into beauty, into a preciousness that Nishitani wants to see grow. ]

[no_kyouken]

[ His scoff is incredulous. Come on. He's got a nose like a hawk, he's missing an eye, he's still a little too scrawny, still can't get that facial hair to come in right yet. Majima doesn't think he's cute at all. That's an emotion entirely relegated to Goromi, who instead knows she's the best looking thing in any room. He only has that kind of confidence when he's at a distance from himself. He's warped, his perceptions of himself ugly and unkind. There is no telling what was said to him in the Hole, things imprinted on him with darkness and humiliation that he only forgets when he's someone else. ]

Shut up. [ A breathy purr under his touch. Majima hooks a knee at Nishitani's hip and encourages the pressure. ] That ain't gonna convince me t'let ya stay.

[ It's fuck and get out. What a cruel mistress. He rolls his hips up lazily, back arching off the floor with a murmur of pleasure. ]

[pitfight]

[ Nishitani kisses at the side of Majima's lips, down to his jaw, teeth sharp where they bite and pull little bruises to the surface. Majima refutes Nishitani and he pulls back to look at the other directly, just as intense as any other time. Whatever, being kicked out, but it's the scoff, the demand for Nishitani to be quiet, that makes him buck. ] I told you, Majima. I don't lie. When I first met you, I could barely keep it in my pants, you were so fucking beautiful, standin up to me like you did. Talent leaks out of your fucking pores, baby, it's a shame no one knew what to do with it until I got my hands on you.

[ His fingers scrape down further, from Majima's chest to his hip, squeezing. ] Everything about you makes me go fucking insane. [ And he presses back in, kisses Majima hard, grinding himself down against Majima, frotting against the other easy. ]

[no_kyouken]

[ An amused huff of breath. Nishitani can insist it's the absolute truth all he wants, Majima's never going to co-sign it. Even when he does finally crack, his own self-aggrandizement is just a piece of theater. There is a hole inside of him where self-loathing has been living since well before he swore up. Maybe that's what truly owns Majima, far more than any of the other entities that would like to say they do.

His voice is low and throaty, teasing, ]

Nah, I hadn't noticed.

[ Really, Majima is just curious what it would feel like to be that infatuated with someone. Is it heaven, or is it hell? His considerations are cut short in favor of tightening his long legs at Nishitani's waist, breath catching briefly. Whichever it is, it's intense to be the object of affection; head full of endorphins and all the lines of good sense blurry. His tail is stuck at the bottom of this messy heap, flicking restlessly. ]