semi-closed 🔪 the extent of my affections are destroying me

[pitfight]

Who ⬤ Nishitani + various
What ⬤ catchall + subplots
When ⬤ Throughout May
Where ⬤ Shuten territory, Enma housing, the Celestial casino, + more
Content Warnings ⬤ Nishitani CW as always.

If you want smth with this feral dog, hit me up at bussy!

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[pitfight]

I could make you, or you could be a good boy and do it. [ Nishitani is close, breathing in the scent of Izo's hair but not letting their bodies touch-- not yet. Nishitani is shaking with excitement, with a red haze that mists the air; the promise of blood thick on his tongue and he's never been more fucking hungry than he is now. ]

Strip, Ii-chan. Make daddy proud.

[heretic_blade]

[ Oh.

That sends the strangest shiver down his spine. Praise is the surest way to get him to do anything, but this is not an approach he's dealt with before. Izō hesitates and swallows hard as he weighs his options.

It only takes a moment before he gives in. He slowly unbuttons his shirt, making a bit of a show of it as he lets it fall open to expose his well-honed body. ]

...How fast d'ya want me t' strip, daddy?

[ It feels ... weird to say that, but he can't say he hates it. ]

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[ Nishitani looks down Izo's chest as it's exposed to him, trailing a finger down his sternum and looking over the boy as if judging to see if Izo would be able to satisfy him. Nishitani lets his finger wait just under Izo's belly, tapping where those slacks have yet to drop. ] Keep going until I tell you to stop, baby.

[heretic_blade]

...Alright.

[ He'd put up more of a fight normally - at least that's what he'll tell himself later. Whatever was in the mochi he ate is definitely not helping.

The shirt slowly goes over his wings and to the floor. He unbuckles his belt and opens his pants, going only as far as he's permitted. He's so desperate for approval yet also trying to maintain some modicum of control. It's a very contradictory performance. ]

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Good boy. If you want daddy to suck your cock again, you better get it out, huh? [ Nishitani is breathing this in Izo's ear, a promise as much as a threat. Letting his hand drift, Nishitani settles his palm on Izo's waist, the heat of his hand a broad, branded weight, thumb under Izo's ribs while his fingers reach Izo's back. If Nishitani tried, he wonders if he could circle his fingers fully around Izo's waist. Maybe with a bit of training, a bit of work-- now wouldn't that be a sight? Nishitani grins at the very thought, and files it away for later. ]

[heretic_blade]

[ Is that what he wants? Yes...it is. Izō shudders beneath his touch, grateful for it, a little whine escaping him. His skin feels like it's burning, probably due to the aphrodisiac. He doesn't want to think on that too much. Nishitani's hand is much nicer to think about.

He just nods and lets his slacks fall to the floor along with his underwear, stepping free of them. His dick is already hard, practically dripping. Exposed, vulnerable, but not defenseless. It's his choice to let Nishitani see him this way. ]

...Like this, daddy?

[ He's committed to the bit. ]

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That's it, Iichan. [ Nishitani pushes Izo back against a wall before sinking to his knees, letting his free hand come up and press against Izo's thigh, thumb trailing along where he's most sensitive. Nishitani feels burning hot, his mouth watering and mind blank except for this. ]

[ Instead of teasing Izo further, of making the boy work, Nishitani takes pity and sinks down on him, setting up a steady, easy pattern that'll have Izo coming in minutes-- maybe less, with the mochi in their system. ]

[heretic_blade]

[ If he were not in an altered state of mind, he'd probably find this whole thing embarrassing. He is very much in an altered state, though, so it's hot and all he wants is to hear more praise and be rewarded for obedience.

The heat of Nishitani's mouth is almost too much. Izō clamps his hand over his mouth to keep himself quiet, his free hand coming to rest on the back of Nishitani's head. As expected, he doesn't last long.

He pries his hand off his mouth long enough to mutter out a warning. ]

Shit, 'm gonna...

[ That's all the more he manages before covering his mouth again to muffle a louder moan as he comes. ]

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[ Nishitani drinks down what Izo gives him, swallowing easily once Izo is finished and rising back to his feet, letting his hands trail up Izo's body as he does. What's feral inside of Nishitani latches onto the blush across Izo's cheeks, the pit inside him demanding more, more, more-- ] Now there's a good boy. Felt good, didn't it? Letting go like that. How much more are you gonna give me, Iichan?

[heretic_blade]

[ It's then he realizes his back is against a wall. Cornered, trapped. Any other time and he'd be fighting for a way out. Now, though? He just wants to give in.

Izō drops his hand away from his mouth, his breathing ragged and harsh. What he just got isn't enough to satisfy him, not now. His cock is still hard and Nishitani's hands on his body only strengthens his want -- need -- for more.

He nods, unable to meet Nishitani's gaze at the moment. ]

Yeah...Felt real good. [ Izō looks up finally, face still flushed. He leans in for a messy kiss. ] I'll give ya whatever ya want -- as much as ya want.

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[ Nishitani grants the kiss Izo's looking for, dipping down to meet him and making it filthy, licking into Izo's mouth and claiming it as his own, regardless of whose come is on his tongue. When Nishitani pulls back, he's grinning, and licks his lips as he brings both hands to Izo's thighs, dips in and hoists him up, up so Nishitani doesn't have to break his neck just to get at him. ] Good boy, Iichan. Tell me how much you want daddy's cock now.

[heretic_blade]

[ He is absolutely not used to being manhandled like that, judging by how wide his eyes get and the undignified noise he makes. There's no real struggle against the treatment, though, as he puts his arms around Nishitani's neck. ]

Ya can see for yerself, can't ya? [ There's a bit of defiance finally. ] Ya really gonna make me beg for it?

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I like to see pretty boys beg. [ Nishitani bites at Izo's jaw, his lips, his cheeks when speaking, alight with Izo's submission, the feel of his arms around Nishitani's neck. Pushing his hips up against Izo, pinning him so there's no mistake what that bulge in Nishitani's pants is. ] So beg for daddy, boy.

[heretic_blade]

[ The sharp pain of the bites cuts through the strange haze, each one drawing a hiss from Izō. He grits his teeth and squirms. The last bit of defiance bleeds out of him as he feels the heat of Nishitani's cock against him. ]

Please...fuckin' give it to me. I need it. I need your cock, daddy...

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Good boy, Iichan. [ Nishitani's voice is gravel, deep in his chest as he hikes Izo up further, uses his knee to keep the boy lifted while also making him straddle Nishitani's thigh. He pulls his belt off, pushes his slacks and underwear down so that when he pushes himself back against Izo, there's barely a scrap of fabric between them. ] Like that?

[heretic_blade]

Yeah... [ His voice cracks and he grits his teeth. Not that he has any dignity left, but he'd like to pretend. Izō rocks his hips, grinding down to feel more. ] Gimme more, please...