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
[Give me another prompt or contact me via discord or PM.]

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[ bradley's no stranger to dirty talk, but there's a reason he's been quiet for a moment. nero's not like everyone else; he tugs at bradley's emotions just by existing, so bradley's afraid that, if he says something, it'll be far more romantic than it needs to be - and then nero will be scared and push him away again. unfortunately, the way nero asks for it wrings his heart into a knot and he feels like he has to comply. he has to make him happy.

slowly, he moves his hands up nero's back to pull him completely against him and meets him with a deep, open kiss. he closes his eyes and tries to detach himself from his emotions, at least a little, to comply with nero's request. his hips are still moving rhythmically with his thrusts, and it's during this kiss, in the intervals where he allows nero to gasp for air, that he speaks in a low, breathy tone. ]

Fuck... You're so tight... [ his rhythm slowly increases the more he speaks, trying to reach deeper inside nero each time, hitting the pleasure spots he knows nero's weak to. ] I want to fill you up and mark you... Make you mine again...

[ ah, well... it was a good compromise between both, if maybe more honest than he wanted to be. ]

[ There's a part of himself that he doesn't want to acknowledge, who wants to grab onto this moment and let it stretch on into forever. Where they're too people who love each other without all the complications of their past. As much as he wants that perfect fairy tale, it doesn't exist.

They're two people getting what they want out of each other, in his view. And it's so easy, it's so simple. They know each other's bodies so well. He knows the rhythm of Bradley's thrusts, he knows the feeling of his heartbeat.

"Make you mine again"- he might have been the one who ran, but it feels like he's never really stopped being Bradley's something.

His fingers dig into Brad's shoulders, trying to distract himself from agreeing right then and there. ]

Fill me up...

[ That's enticing, he knows he wants that. It's not something that he'll regret in a few hours. ]

[ nero doesn't say the thing bradley wanted to hear the most - again. just as it had happened before, and yet a myriad of times before then. as frustrating as it is, bradley’s determined to not give up. he got nero to call him boss already, he'll slowly move on to get him to say other things to him, he’s sure.

his arms, securely wrapped around nero, tighten their grip suddenly and bradley shifts his body to the side, bringing nero along with him so he can roll on top of him and press nero's back against the mattress this time.

he wastes no time to kiss him once more, then falls back into a rhythm, pushing his cock deep inside, reaching further than before in this position. he frees one of his hands to trace down the contour of nero’s arm, all the way to his wrist. he grips it tightly as soon as he has it in his grasp, lifting it above nero’s head to pin him in place.

if nero won't say he wants bradley to make him his, bradley will force him to want it. then maybe, hopefully, he’ll beg for it. ]

[Nero rarely says the things that Nero wants to say. Unfortunately, Bradley's no different on that front. They're both stuck with Nero wishing he could say what he really meant.

There's a sharp intake of breath as their positions are changed. Nero's looking up at him instead of down- and isn't this a familiar angle. He doesn't even have a number for how often he's been pinned down like this. Nero doesn't struggle at all, when Bradley's hand wraps around his wrist.

He loves this, moaning loudly into the kiss. His hips matching Bradley's.]

Brad...

[ ah, nero said his name - the version only nero gets to say. bradley thought it wouldn't feel as good as "boss", but it was actually better. ]

Nero...

[ the grip on nero's wrist tightens, as if afraid nero would try to escape his embrace and leave him right then and there. he keeps thrusting inside, harder and deeper the more nero's loud moans of pleasure coax him into it, he feels close to the edge again, reaching blindly for nero's other arm to also bring it above his head and pin it along with the first one.

in this position, with nero completely at his mercy and bradley hitting every sensitive spot inside, he knows he won't last very long. he growls into the kiss, barely able to get the words out. ] I'm close—

[ ...but it was barely a warning of any kind. nero did ask him to fill him up, after all, so bradley pushes into him a few more times with force, burying his cock deep inside one last time as his climax peaks, spilling a thick stream of cum inside nero; the grip of his wrists painfully wringing around nero's unblemished skin. ]

[With both his hands pinned down like this, he can't touch Bradley the way he wants to. But maybe that's for the best, whatever little bit of distance between the two of them needs to be there. What Nero wants is something he shouldn't have, not forever. He can't keep Bradley to himself, even as much as he wishes he could.

Bradley's hands on his own is a reminder. Nero can only ever get as much as Bradley is willing to give. It's a whirlwind of guilt, desire and a love he could choke on.

Nero tightens around Bradley's cock, as he reaches his own climax, desperately returning the kisses, moaning out Brad's name in between.]

[ nero tightening around him makes his orgasm last longer than usual, returning the kiss as nero demands it. he sucks on his tongue and bites his lips; it takes him a moment to come down from that high - the grip on nero's wrists slowly becomes more bearable, until it eventually loosens up completely. his hands travel down to cup nero's face while he moans out bradley's name.

through labored breaths he pulls back from the kiss, keeping their lips together and his eyes closed as he speaks. ]

You're... as great as always, Nero...

[Nero doesn't go anywhere, content to be underneath Bradley. Content to be close. Content to be with him for the moment, boneless and lazy and feeling undone. He can't help tilting his face into the touch.

There's a light throb in his wrists, the proof of Bradley against his skin. A reminder for the next few days of his own weakness. He will remember this later, and perhaps continue to spiral with guilt.

That's neither here or there. He's too content to overthink in the moment.]

You... too. [The following kiss is less aggressive and more loving, something that he wants to savor. This is his Bradley, after all.]

[ he enjoys the kiss as long as it lasts, moving to kiss the corner of his mouth, then he tilts his head to the side, kissing around the shell of nero's ear. ]

You better not be tired yet.

[ bradley has nothing but stamina and love. sorry, nero. this much isn't enough for him. ]

[He smiles, openly, warmly, and allows Bradley to kiss everywhere he wants to. With his hands free, he reaches up and cups his cheeks, just to look directly at him for a moment.

Sometimes Nero is the one who desires the reassurance that Bradley is here and real and not about to leave for something dangerous.]

I could go a few more times. [But also, he wouldn't mind if Bradley fucked him until Nero passed out and just kept going.]

[ he smiles back at him, idly sliding a hand up his chest. ]

You sure? If you're tired I can entertain myself, too. Using you, that is.

[ bradley has definitely done that in the past, and he'll do it again if nero can't keep up and ends up passing out tonight, but nothing beats nero's moans when he's awake so he's trying to enjoy them as much as possible, at least. ]

[There's a slight shake to his shoulders, like he's trying not to laugh. It's... nice. To let go of his own endless anxiety and just enjoy being with Bradley.

He gently tugs him down for another slow, adoring kiss.]

I can go one more round, then you can use me. How's that?

[ nero might be holding back, but bradley can't. he laughs into the kiss. ]

You said "a few more times". What happened there? Are you deflating? Losing energy?

[ he makes no effort to pull out of him, however. ]

[With Bradley's laugh, he doesn't hold back his own at all. For a moment he tucks his face against his shoulder and embraces him tightly.]

I'm still deciding.

[He wants to be awake and aware for it, but if he passes out, Brad has the go ahead to keep going.]

[ ugh nero being cute... his weakness... ]

There's nothing to decide. You said I'm your boss, yeah? Don't I get to pick for ya?

I'll still fall asleep if I'm tired, y'know. [Teasing, just a little.

If he's tired he's just tired!]

Hmph. I better wake you up, then.

[ he kisses his lips again for a brief moment. slowly, he sits up and pulls out from inside of nero, still as hard as when they began, completely inconvenienced by the mess. he stays settled between his legs, gripping his hips with both hands, the feral look on his face returning along with a flick of his tongue. ]

Turn around.

[ Bradley does look sexy like that. His heart almost skips a beat as he looks up at him. Right now that expression is all his, if only there was a way to bottle up the way it makes him feel. ]

I can't even see you like that.

[ A slight complaint, even as he does as he's told. ]

It's your punishment.

[ he says this fondly, reaching for the bottle at the side of the bed as nero turns around, spreading some more of its contents on his palm, then lathering his cock in the substance before positioning himself behind nero. ]

For sayin' you were gonna go a few more rounds then taking it back.

[ he tosses the bottle somewhere and holds his hips again with one hand, guiding his cock back inside that familiar tightness with the other, slowly pushing it as far as it can go before starting a steady rhythm, each time making sure he's hitting all of nero's sensitive spots. ]

[ Bradley's being ridiculous, and Nero knows it. But he really can't complain at all. Not when Bradley's thoroughly showing off just how well he knows Nero, all those spots that can make him go wild.

His hands claw into the covers, twisting them up, as he moans in pure pleasure. ]

[ bradley knows nero's body quite well, but he also knows his limits. he wanted to hold back for his sake, but it's impossible when nero turns him on this much. his hips buck forward with force every time, looking at nero's back as he moans.

"i can't even see you like that", he said. bradley was endeared for a moment, but...

he reaches a hand for his hair again, gripping it tightly in his fingers. ]

You better -haah- not be thinking of anyone but me.

[ just because nero can't see him doesn't give him permission to let his mind wander. ]

[Who else? Who else would he be thinking of right now? Bradley's all around him, inside of him. His voice, his heat, his hands on Nero's body. It's impossible to let his mind wander away from the moment. Impossible to think of anybody but Bradley.]

I'm right, ah, here-

[Physically and mentally, he's with Bradley.]

[ nero's reassurance is a rare treat as it is, but it keeps bradley grounded more than nero realizes. he chose this position to tease nero, but he's suffering the consequences himself, too. he wants to see nero, but he can't cave now.

he decides to go on the complete opposite direction and push nero's head down onto the mattress and presses some of his own weight over nero's back, as well. he reaches his ear, giving the shell a few nips as he increases his pace. ]

Don't— go anywhere... [ he can feel himself getting close again. ] You're - You're mine, yeah?

[ he still wants to hear it. ]

Edited (dreamwith did you eat my tag) 2022-09-23 03:46 (UTC)

[He thought for once, he would be able to live in the moment. Enjoy the roughness that Bradley was treating him to. But then he asks, and Nero can't give him the answer he's looking for.

He can't say that and be honest. Bradley should've given up on him, but here he is, still here, still holding onto him and Nero doesn't know why he won't cut the line. Why is he so stubborn? There are better people for Bradley than him. There are so many people who haven't betrayed his trust so intensely.

Nero's fingers clench the sheets, tears threatening to escape.]

I'm right here- right here, Brad. [Can he hear it? The way Nero is desperately trying to say "I love you" without saying the right words.]

[ ...well. he didn't think it would be so easy, so he's not disappointed. if anything, he's impressed nero's stubbornly held onto his stupid conviction even while being railed. he knows nero wants him here and he knows nero is his, there's no doubt in his mind at all.

still... he wants to hear it... for once... so whatever trace of doubt lingering in his mind disappears already.

out of frustration, his movements become more relentless. he says nothing else, no warning - nero should have been able to tell how close bradley was by now, anyway. with a few more hard thrusts he feels that familiar pressure at the pit of his stomach, and it's quickly followed by his climax again, a hot stream of cum filling nero even more.

but other than his low, quiet growls and his shallow breaths, he says nothing during, or after. ]

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