jigokulogs | semi-closed 🔪 made two and not scar

[ Nishitani pulls away, fingers going back to Izo's wrists. ] Who else touched you here? [ With Majima, that's why Nishitani couldn't touch. Too many people had hurt Majima, used his neck, his face, his hair as a tool to do so. If Izo doesn't like someone touching him, Nishitani guesses the situation might be similar. Everywhere else, Izo gives. ]

[ Here? Izo freezes. Nishitani stops kissing the mark, instead looks up at Izo from where he's ducked down to be face to face with black ink. That glint in his eyes, purple, pink, when the only light in the room is a soft yellow. ]

[ Teeth tearing into his neck. Blood on the floor. Ice in his veins and the taste of metal in his mouth. He stares at Nishitani, wide-eyed and trembling just slightly. The memory is hazy now and the only assurance he had that it had happened at all is the scar on the back of his neck. The way time worked or didn't work in Hakagemachi screwed with his memories and sense of reality from that place.

Breathe. ]

...Don't stop.

[ Trust.

Trust placed firmly in Nishitani's hands. ]

Mmm, [ A rumble. Nishitani puts his mouth back on Izo's arm, the lavishing kisses as intense as any other kiss from him might be. Izo sits in his lap, undoubtedly able to feel his dick-- but Nishitani doesn't act on that, content to let whatever arousal he has stew for later, instead his focus is entirely on Izo and making sure Izo gets what he wants. ]

[ The conflict over exactly how Nishitani's attention makes him feel wages on, but pleasure slowly starts to edge out his discomfort. Someone paying that much attention to something he loathes in such an adoring way...Maybe it isn't so bad. It won't eliminate the stigma he feels nor the baggage associated with being marked without his consent, but it can at least make him feel good in the moment.

Izō whines, threading his fingers through Nishitani's hair again. Uncharacteristically gentle, he just wants to keep the other man close. He's undeniably aroused by this, their proximity making that fact extremely clear. He isn't sure what he wants beyond simply more. ]

Good boy, my good boy, Iichan, [ Mindless nothings against Izo's bicep as Nishitani lays them back down, carefully folding his hands across Izo's waist and shoulders to lower him safely, mindful of wings and talons and claws. ] Come on, grind up on me, I know you want it. [ He looks up from where he's suckling a bruise against those twin black lines, to say this, one of his thighs planted firmly between Izo's thighs, pressed up where he's vulnrable and weeping. ]

[ Izō can't even say anything for fear of his voice breaking. The praise and affection have him completely overwhelmed. His face is darkly flushed and tears well up in his eyes, spilling over when he squeezes them shut. He'd expected to be annoyed by the attention and that he'd tell Nishitani to cut it out so they can just fuck. Getting absolutely crushed by waves of hard to accept emotions and reaffirming praise turned all of that on its head.

Despite the state he's in, he still does as he's told, hooking a leg around Nishitani's to give himself leverage. Izō moans as he grinds against Nishitani's thigh, a maddening sensation that brings both relief and further overstimulation. Again all he knows is that he wants more. ]

Edited 2022-07-22 16:36 (UTC)

So receptive. [ Nishitani kisses up Izo's arm then, giving the bruise he'd suckled against black ink a parting kiss, working his way up to shoulder, to neck, to the tears running down Izo's cheeks. Only then does Nishitani look over Izo's face, cupping Izo's jaw and brushing his thumb along Izo's lips. ] Think you could come like this, baby boy? Or do you want my hand, too?

[ Asking him to answer any kind of question in the state he's in is asking a lot. Nishitani's gentle touch only overwhelms him more. Izō looks up at him and kisses his thumb. ]

I... [ Fuck. It's so hard to have a coherent thought. His voice still threatens to break. ] I can come like this...

[ He doesn't want to ask for more, even though he does want it. It's not exactly convincing. ]

Is it you can come like this or you want to? I can give you anything you want, all for you. [ Nishitani pushes his thumb between Izo's lip, hooks his jaw open just enough for Nishitani to filthily lick into his mouth, kiss him with complete control. ] Just say the word.

[ Izō submits more than willingly to that dominant kiss, whimpering into it. Just say the word, huh? ]

I...I want more...please, daddy.

[ He's almost shy the way he asks for it, like he's ashamed. ]

Edited 2022-08-11 22:56 (UTC)

There we go, baby boy. [ Nishitani kisses back down Izo's jawline to the thrum of his neck, pulse heavy under his bruising tongue. Hand free of Izo's mouth, he reaches down, brushes his fingers along Izo's prick before hiking his hips up instead, grinding Iichan back down against Nishitani's thigh harder, fingers digging to the curl of muscles along Izo's waist. ] More?

[ The tease of his hand is almost enough to make Izō come. He moans, clinging to Nishitani now, claws digging into his back. ]

More... [ Still hesitant despite how enthusiastic his reactions are. ] I'm so close, please...

If only you could hear yourself. [ Blood spills under Izo's claws, but Nishitani doesn't care, not for a second. Finally, Izo gets the hand he'd been begging for, Nishitani wrapping scarred, crooked fingers around Izo's cock. With the touch-- another comes, Nishitani turning his head to the side, biting in against Izo's tattoo again, teeth on skin, and eyes locked on Izo's. ]

[ The pleasure of Nishitani's hamd on his cock, sharpened by the sudden bite is just too much for him to handle. Clutching him tighter, fucking his hand, a cry, and a hot, sticky mess.

Breathless, emotionally and physically exhausted, Izō collapses back, covering his face with one arm. Tears still streak down his face despite his best efforts. Give him a moment. ]

Good boy, my good baby boy. [ Nishitani releases flesh, gives it a kiss in apology, and once again kisses his way to Izo's cheeks, cleaning up those tears that keep spilling. The salt sticks to his tongue, but Nishitani doesn't mind. ] You made Daddy proud, baby.

[ He lifts his arm off his face so he can look at Nishitani. The praise is equally overwhelming, but very welcome. He runs his fingers through Nishitani's hair, a very rare fond expression on his face. ]

...love ya, Daddy.

[ Why did he say that? Izō grimaces and turns away, suddenly ashamed. In the emotionally fragile and vulnerable state of mind he's in, it's easier to dig out his true feelings. That doesn't mean he feels good about it, though. ]

[ Instead of letting Izo hide, Nishitani takes his boy by the jaw again, watches him, doesn't break eye contact once-- seeking it out if Izo does. ] I love you too. You're my baby boy, no one else's.

[ He freezes, staring wide-eyed, expecting to be rebuked for saying something so stupid. The rebuke never comes, though, so he's just left staring silently at Nishitani. It feels good to hear, even if he can't understand why anyone feels that way about him.

Far be it from him to question it.

Izō puts his arms around Nishitani's neck, leaning up to kiss him. ]

Always... [ Quiet, affectionate. ] Ya satisfied or...do ya want yer boy t' do somethin' for ya?

Always, [ Nishitani goes down, kissing Izo deep, sinking into his arms, his body , sinking against Izo. With the question, Nishitani takes one of Izo's hands, pulls it down,across scarred, inked skin to where he's spent between his legs already, sticky. Instead, Nishitani uses his weight to pull Izo over him, to flip them over in bed, Izo now sitting on Nishitani's hips. ]

[ He doesn't break the kiss, pouring that love, that affection, into Izo, until all the boy would know is love. ]

[ Izō sits on top of him for a little bit longer, hesitant to break the kiss. The outpouring of affection from Nishitani is as overwhelming in its intensity as everything else about him.

He accepts it and savors it before breaking away to settle down alongside him, resting his head on Nishitani's chest. A shower is probably in order, but that would mean getting up and that's just not happening right now. All he wants is to lie with Nishitani for awhile, let himself settle down and relax after all that intensity.

His gaze settles on his tattoo, the skin around it bruised and marked by Nishitani's attentions. A little smirk tugs at the corners of his lips. ]

Maybe...I should get a tattoo I choose. Wouldn't that be somethin'?

I'll find someone for you, a real master. Not gonna let you get marked up by anything less. [ Endless kisses, at Izo's temple, in his hair, the side of his mouth, Nishitani's hands wander from his neck to his back, his wings-- and of course, his ass. ]

[ It's fine, he doesn't expect anything less from Nishitani. It'd be weirder if he weren't groping Izō's ass, really. He's completely relaxed curled in against the other man's side, letting him touch and kiss all he wants. Being showered in affection like this is not something he's used to, but he can't mind it.

Warm, content, safe. That's all he can ask for. ]

Mm, ya think I'm worth that?

[ Quiet, almost sleepy. ]

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