September catch-all [SEMI-CLOSED]

[heretic_blade]

Who ⬤ Okada Izō and various
What ⬤ September things
When ⬤ September
Where ⬤ Various places
Content Warnings ⬤ There be smut here.


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[kaientai]

[ ryouma is just fine never discussing anything important so long as he can help it. he shouldn't be, but he's several drinks past doing the right thing at the moment, and it shows — his jacket is unbuttoned, the shirt underneath it is halfway open as well, and he's lucky he didn't lose buttons yanking it open to get like that.

he empties the cup that's in front of him and leans on his hand, looking half-asleep if you didn't notice how intently he's actually watching izō.

Why? It's a little late for ya t' start feelin' shy anyway.

[ of course, he knows that no one can see in, but for the purposes of right now, it's more fun to consider if they could. ]

[heretic_blade]

I ain't feelin' shy! [ An immediate fussy response. ] Jus' wanted t' make sure I can make fun of 'em an' they ain't never gonna know.

[ And not that increasingly inappropriate thoughts keep creeping into his head. Ryouma could fuck him against these windows and they'd never know it. Izō tries to push those thoughts aside, but they just come back worse when he looks back at Ryouma. ]

[kaientai]

Oh, sure. [ a likely story. ] Wouldn't want that...

[ he's having those same very inappropriate thoughts. he pours himself another cup and drains that too before he gets up. ryouma has poor impulse control as it is, but he's not letting himself second guess his way out of a good time. better a little too drunk than not drunk enough when it comes to keeping his mind quiet because the last thing he wants to be doing right now is thinking. ]

Sure that's the only thing ya wanna do that ya wouldn't want 'em knowin' about?

[ and the fussiness is always endearing. ]

[heretic_blade]

What th' fuck are ya talkin' about? What else would I wanna do?

[ Increase fuss!! Fussiness approaching maximum levels! Ignore his furious blush as he stares out the window again, focusing on the bodies on the dance floor instead. ]

Sounds like yer th' one with weird ideas.

[kaientai]

Well, I wonder...

[ when izō takes his eyes off of him is when ryouma crosses over, because he's suddenly standing close enough to pen izō in between him and the glass. he's already drunk enough that his hands wander where they want to without hesitation, mostly appreciating the fact that he doesn't have to fuss with any buttons to touch. ]

What if I wanna fuck ya right here so everybody can see how good ya take it..?

[ what shame? it's easy enough to pretend that anyone down below would only need to look up to catch them in the act, which is why that's definitely not his gun he's grinding against izō's ass at the moment. ]

[heretic_blade]

[ Fuck. Somehow he didn't expect Ryouma to just go for it. He's trapped and being touched and he's so turned on he can't handle it. Izō shudders, arching into the touch, pressing his ass back into Ryouma's cock. ]

...Y-yeah. Fuck me right 'ere. Let 'em watch.

[kaientai]

[ drunk and impatient (and a little desperate) make for quick decisions! besides, he's really fucking into this. he peels izō's shirt and vest back off his shoulders and apparently can't resist all that newly bare skin because he has to put a mark on immediately. under the circumstances, it's no wonder he's feeling especially possessive and for tonight, izo belongs to him and everyone who gets a look at him later is gonna know it. ]

Good. S'what I like hearin'...

[ satisfied with the first of what's sure to be several hickies, ryouma finally yanks the clothes off entirely and tosses them aside for now. izō is the only one losing clothes since ryouma hasn't touched his own, but it's fine since he's really not thinking about it anyway. ]

[heretic_blade]

[ This is the first time Ryouma gets to see the diving sparrowhawk that spreads across his back between his wings and down the curve of his spine. It's just in its beginning stages, the lines obviously the work of a master.

Izō doesn't think anything about that, though. Ryouma's mouth on his skin is much more top of mind, for obvious reasons. He moans, wings folding down around his shoulders to give Ryouma as much access as he wants. Izō might be the only one losing clothes right now, but he doesn't care. ]

C'mon, what're ya waitin' for?

[ Like Ryouma isn't already rushing. In the time he asked that, Izō has already unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants. ]

[kaientai]

So impatient. Ya want it that bad, huh?

[ even if it's just sex, it's nice to feel wanted. he's definitely seen the tattoo. under different circumstances, ryouma would have plenty to say, but for now he's too drunk and horny to pay it much mind. ]

Be good and stay jus' like that...

[ blame it on the booze making him need his hands, else it'd take longer fumbling around. one to unbuckle his belt, the other to fish what he needs from his pocket.

he's willing to rush some things, just not all of them, which is why he's dribbling lube down the crack of izō's ass after using a generous amount himself. ]

So what's it gonna be... [ he's pulling his gloves off with his teeth. ] The easy way or the hard way?

[ what the hard way entails is obvious as ryouma grinds against izō again so he can feel it, knowing he only has to say the word if he wants ryouma 's cock in him right now. they're rushing, but there's no doubt about how hard ryouma is already. like he has any business calling izō impatient! what a joke. ]

[heretic_blade]

Ya think I ever took th' easy way out?

[ Hard way. Please just give it to him now. Izō isn't ready to beg quite yet, but he's close. He presses back into Ryouma's cock with a needy little noise, braced against the glass. ]

Jus' give it to me already.

[kaientai]

'Course not, but there's no shame in takin' it easy if it feels good.

[ not that there's any chance of that happening right now. ryouma isn't putting the brakes on this if izō isn't.

ryouma presses sloppy kisses against izō's shoulder as he slides a hand from izō's hip and wraps his fingers around his cock. he strokes izō rough and steady as he lines himself up, nudging against his hole before sinking inside.

leaning his weight against izō's back, ryouma sandwiches him between him and the glass. even just playing along, the crowd really does seem like it's right there. ryouma doesn't need to question why that's such a turn on right now: it just is. ]

Good—... doin' real good, Izō.

[ the words are sort of an afterthought given all the other ways it's probably clear, but he's too drunk to realise that right now. ]

[heretic_blade]

[ Izō has almost completely shut down between suddenly being filled and the idea that it felt like they were in very real danger of being seen. It's a safe danger, though -- unless that window breaks.

Don't think about that.

He can't think about it, really. All he wants is to get fucked senseless against the glass, potential consequences be damned. He arches his back, rocking his hips to demand more. ]

Shut up an' fuck me...

[ Not that he doesn't like the praise. ]