jigokulogs | Open/Closed Prompts

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Open/Closed Prompts

Who ⬤ Nero and you
What ⬤ Open and closed starters
When ⬤ September
Where ⬤ Various
Content Warnings ⬤ Sex in at least one thread

I. Substory #3 Drifter Grifter

[He looks tiredly at the list of crimes of this grifter and for a moment he wonders if Bradley's out there stealing again? He's probably stealing, but is this specifically Bradley or just some idiot he doesn't have to care about?]

Okay, so what did this guy look like? Did he even have any information or was he just dining and dashing?

[Are there, for some reason, giant windows in your bathrooms? How is this guy getting out so easily?]

II. City of Rain, before hours
[Now more than Ever Nero's grateful to have his shop. An oasis of calm in the middle of the din of Jigokuchou. Of course, the quiet rule doesn't come into effect until the shop actually opens. Sometimes it is nice to be able to talk to his employees without having to write everything down on paper.

He has been cooking a little earlier than usual, but that might be because of the new hire. Bradley? Just somebody from home. At least it's very normal for Nero not to say much about himself.

He does send out a text to everyone who works there.]

Breakfast on Friday at 10 if you want to come early.

Tell me what you want.

III. Wildcard
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[ that wasn't a yes, but... it also didn't sound like a no. hm. he laughs quietly, knowing nero was vague on purpose, and finishes the rest of the plate. nero knew exactly how much to serve him, and it felt nice that he still recalled after all this time.

he pushes the empty dish forward when he's done, looking at nero while he reaches for his own drink finally, finishing it up in one go. ]

...Now are you free enough to show me that place?

[He takes the dishes away to be washed in the morning.]

I'm free now.

[It's late, nearly midnight. The perfect(?) time to make a mistake.]

[ bradley's still a little bit in disbelief, but... he waits for him. he probably won't believe nero's actually coming along with him until they walk outside long enough and reach the hotel. then, once they're inside, he realizes this is nothing like what he imagined it would be simply judging by the already tacky exterior. it felt like the inside should be more normal, but it was the exact opposite. that being said, bradley's definitely vibing with the gaudy interior decorations in it and is taking some mental notes.

maybe instead of an apartment he should just take over one of these hotels, he thinks. jk he'd be even lonelier then, but better to be lonely here than elsewhere!

he walks towards the big bed in the middle of the room, placing a hand over the sheets to feel just how firm and soft it is. part of him is afraid of turning back and finding out nero left already, but there's only one way to find out without glancing in his direction: talking to him. ]

...This is a pretty fancy room, huh? I wonder if this mattress could fit out the window.

[ for no bandit related reasons. ]

[Surprisingly enough, Nero did not just abandon him after ten second in the room. There's a soft click of the door closing as he approaches the bed.

Looking between Bradley and the bed his expression is accepting, but exhausted.]

It wouldn't. [That window is just barely big enough to fit a person. Trying to get a whole mattress out seems impossible.]

[ he leans away from the mattress, relieved to hear nero's voice still around, then turns to face him again. standing up next to him, he remembers how small nero is in comparison - he hates the thought of other people seeing this and underestimating him, assuming nero's just a cook and not the former right-hand man of a very powerful gang of bandits. maybe nero's okay with that, but bradley sure isn't.

he reaches to touch the side of his face in silence, frowning. ]

...Nero. You won't push me away, right?

[ because if you get cold feet now he will KILL YOU. ]

[Why would he want anybody to know about that part of his life? It's been centuries since that point. He's just some cook these days.

He reaches up, putting his hand over Bradley's, trying to be reassuring without knowing how.]

Not here.

[Not when it's just the two of them. Nobody else is going to come in. This is safe and discrete.]

[ finally. that's all he wanted to hear.

if he can't have nero to himself, he's happy just having him at all. nero's the only one that makes his heart race like this, and if he were to close his eyes, he could go back to a time where nero felt the same for him, openly, without any regrets. his eyes flutter closed slowly the moment nero touches his hand - it's the same familiar, warm hand he's held many times before, but with a hint of a threat that this isn't supposed to last, so he shouldn't get attached.

he doesn't like thinking that, so to shut his own thoughts away, he leans down to kiss him - soft and deep, wrapping his free hand around nero's waist to pull him close, almost desperately. even if nero said he wouldn't, he doesn't want to give him the chance to run away. ]

[It's so easy to let his eyes slip closed and melt into Bradley's warmth. They can pretend, if only for a moment, that everything is fine between them. Nero can pretend that he's never done anything to hurt Bradley.

He steps close, wrapping his own arms around Bradley's shoulders. Maybe there's some way to keep him here and safe and with Nero- it's only wishful thinking on his part. Bradley doesn't stay, and Nero knows that.

He kisses back, returning the same softness, like this is a secret moment that's been hidden away just for them. If he could convey "I love you", like this, he would.]

[ nero feels like a perfect fit in his arms; a familiar shape with a familiar scent, something that not even all those years in jail could delete from his memory. with anyone else, bradley takes a straightforward approach, pushing them down with little else to consider, but nero's different. maybe it's not what nero wants - maybe nero wants something more casual to give this less importance, but bradley can't bring himself to do that from the get-go. maybe he'll detach the moment from the person if he gives himself enough time, but right now he's too full of love to do that.

he pulls the hand on nero's face away, wrapping both around his waist before breaking the kiss, keeping their faces close to each other. his eyes flutter open halfway to look at nero with an annoying grin. ]

Be honest, were you waitin' for this since you found out I was here?

[How often is Nero really honest? Especially when it comes to Brad? He's been lying and avoiding saying they were partners ever since he was summoned as a sage's wizard. And the consequences for that aren't here, but his desire to keep under the radar continues.

At least, he doesn't pull away, looking at that familiar grin. (He missed it.) How annoying.

He just barely manages to hold back a sigh.]

How much do you need your ego stroked? [Or... is this something Bradley needs to hear?]

[ he laughs, knowing full-well nero would rather die than admit his feelings sometimes. the problem is, it's cute to get him flustered like this, so it's worth asking anyway. he leans in again to kiss him briefly. ]

I need other things stroked, too.

[ but yes, he needs his ego stroked and he wants to hear that nero wants him. ]

[He's not letting go of him, like maybe his grip the only thing keeping Bradley here, in this room. Despite the roll of his eyes, he smiles into the kiss.]

Go ahead 'n get undressed.

[ he forgot this isn't like back home where they could just use magic to undress or get other steps out of the way; they actually have to put some effort here, but it's not all bad, he thinks.

he pulls nero along as he takes one step back towards the bed; when he feels the mattress hit the back of his legs, he lets go of nero and sits down, undoing his tie and losing it somewhere on the gaudy carpet, never taking his eyes away from him, not even as he undoes the buttons of his shirt. ]

You should hurry up with that, too.

[Nero does not have to put in any physical effort with some parts of his magic restored. But he won't be using that tonight. He wants to be able to see and feel and touch him.

His own gaze is fixated on Bradley, drinking in every centimeter of exposed skin. It does feel like a treat to watch him undress himself like this, slowly and physically.

His outer jacket gets unbuttoned, as Bradley commands. His jewelry, necklace and bracelets, stay on. The apron jingles slightly as he takes it off, the tell tale noise of his magical artifact.]

[ it's a smart move, to not use magic to undress in front of bradley. something about nero having some of his magic back while bradley himself remains powerless would irk him too much, even though he knows in this place nero is stronger than he is. nero might have left that side of him behind, but he should know pride is everything for those that still consider themselves northerners. it's a pathetic reminder to bradley that he's nobody here - something he'd rather not acknowledge at any point in the near future.

thankfully, nero wasn't the type to take advantage of that.

he works himself out of his pants and the rest of his clothes, revealing the crest on his hip to nero for the first time in awhile. the mere sight of his partner undressing in front of him has him hard already, and even if nero isn't done yet, he'll reach a rugged hand over to pull him closer by the waist. ]

[The northerners are more prideful than they are smart, at least by majority. They can pretend, for the moment, that they're both on the same level, even though Nero knows that's never really been true. At full power Bradley is undoubtedly stronger than him.

He gets as far as dropping his apron, his outer shirt and the t-shirt he wears underneath before he gets pulled close.]

Can't wait?

[He's only half undressed so far.]

Or did you want to undress me yourself? [Open up his own present, so to speak.]

[ of course he can't wait, it's nero. if nero even flirts a little with him at the restaurant, bradley goes through a Moment, so let him have this.

thankfully bradley's pretty shameless, so he's actually proud he's being called out. his hands reach to undo nero's pants - something he doesn't normally do when he has magic, but finds that he knows nero's body and hos choice of clothes well enough to know exactly how to do it with one hand - his other reaching up to touch nero's face, brushing a thumb over his lips. ]

It's both. It's all your fault.

[He licks the tip of Bradley's thumb. Bradley can't expect to put that there and not receive some kind of retaliation, even if it's one that encourages him.

Of course Brad doesn't know the meaning of shame, he tries his best not to smile and fails anyway. Nero helps out where he has to, stepping out of the rest of his clothing. Here he is, nude and crawling into Bradley's lap.]

All? It's a little bit your fault.

[ bradley snorts at his response. fine, he's a little bit at fault, too.

he helps nero settle properly over his hips, securing him in place with his arm as he brushes some hair away from nero's face. he leans in to lick the corner of his mouth with his eyes closed, his cock flush against nero's body, already leaking precum from the tip; nero's weight on his lap is a pleasant memory that time never erased. but then, ah...

wizards don't have to worry about lube and stuff, but he wonders if that's something he has to think about now??? granted, this place has everything but, still. he pulls away and looks at nero, blinking. a little annoyed, though not at him. ]

I guess I can't just do it here, huh.

[ this truly is hell!! ]

[The feeling of Brad this close is familiar. It might've been years since they've done this, but the memory of him feels etched into Nero's soul. There's a certain sense of satisfaction just from being this close to him, even if he would never admit it aloud.]

Sorry, boss. [Almost teasing.] You're gonna have to open me up. [With the normal lube that humans have to use. He looks over at the night table and picks up a bottle of it, handing it over.]

[ UGH nero called him boss!!! as if his dick wasn't hard enough already. he breathes out a chuckle of karmic satisfaction. ]

Haha. I told ya you'd end up callin' me that.

[ he even got right the context of the situation where his nickname would arise. he feels so proud of himself, opening the bottle and spreading a generous amount on his palm. he considers following nero's instructions for a moment, but... nero isn't his boss right now - he said it himself. instead, bradley moves his hand coated in the substance to stroke nero's cock, slowly, from the base to the tip, watching him with a smirk. ]

That means you don't really get to tell me what to do, yeah?

Not in public.

[ There's safety behind closed doors. It doesn't feel weird to call him Boss when he knows it's just the two of them in this room.

Somehow there's a part of him that's a little hurt that he didn't tell Nero to use "Brad" instead. Maybe he really does need a couple strokes to his ego when he arrived depowered.

The moment passes quickly, instead he can focus on Brad's hand stroking him off. ]

You can do what you wanna, for as long as we're in here.

[ Within the confines of the love hotel room, Bradley can get his ego stroked. And his dick, if he so orders. ]

[ he wouldn't ask nero to call him brad, but he would kill anyone else that tries to shorten his name like that. that's nero's privilege - his right of exclusivity. but it's true, more than anything, he needs to feel like he isn't just some random human in this place.

he considered for a moment to simply use his hands on nero's cock and nothing else, just to edge him for as long as possible as a sort of revenge, but he eventually realized it was a poorly planned strategy: in the end, this would only bring nero satisfaction while bradley himself remained completely neglected. he thought for a moment that he could live with that, but a few seconds into it he's already regretting it. he's too greedy, too horny, and too drunk with power to follow through his original stupid plan, after all. it's time to move on to what really matters: himself.

he snorts when nero puts that clause at the end of his words - so bradley's the boss, but only because nero allows it... doesn't that still make nero the boss? thankfully all of bradley's blood is on his dick right now and not his brain so he takes it as a win, using his free hand to hold the back of nero's head and pull him in for a kiss— brief and deep, breaking away with a lick of his lower lip as he speaks in a low tone. ]

...If that's the case, you'll only do what I want. [ suddenly the hand behind nero's head turns into a harsh grip of his hair, jerking his head back so bradley can lean in to lick his neck, leaving a thick trail of saliva all the way to his ear. ] And I want you to suck me off.

Edited (dumb) 2022-09-19 04:45 (UTC)

[ He stays mostly still, rocking slightly into the touch of Brad's hand, searching for that warm friction, unaware of the thoughts going through his head right now.

When he gets pulled by the hair, it's almost embarrassing how much he enjoys it, groaning lowly in appreciation. There's something to be said for being manhandled. A shiver runs down his body at the lick and demand. ]

Alright.

[ He has to be let go before he can sink to his knees and between Brad's thighs. ]

[ bradley knows pretty well what nero likes by now, and he's more than happy to oblige. he huffs against his ear, pleased at nero's compliant answer, loosening the grip on his hair. he brings his hand forward to caress the side of his face again - the complete opposite of how harsh he tugged him back a second ago. ]

Good.

[ he might be rough by nature, but he loves nero too much to not have moments of tenderness in between. he pulls his slicked hand away from nero's shaft, giving him ample range to move, finally. ]

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