Misaki - Mikelo - Fushimi shenaniganry

[skaterflames]

For whatever our twisted little hearts desire

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[mikelo]

[There's a prickling chill along his skin, a shiver that shoots through to his fingertips and down to his toes.

Truly, how can he not move just a little? Surely Fushimi can be a little less spartan here and there, right?

Regardless, Mikelo can't help himself when Fushimi kisses him again. The taste of his own blood both amuses, even thrills him, and he hungrily returns the gesture for as much as he's able to.]

More.

[Mikelo repeats. Both arms are kept flat against the wall, hands spread wide as he restrains himself from moving too much. Yet still, fingers and nails (more claw-like than not) scratch and dig at the concrete and tiles beneath.]

Please. . . more.

[Even Mikelo's thoughts seem breathy; restricted, despite the fire crackling through his veins. The desire to press back, kiss back; to bite into Fushimi, as well, or maybe even just to get at his clothing in turn.]

[twoflames]

[ He expected that answer. There's a quiet chuckle, biting rudely at his tongue for being so insistent without the proper permission, and Fushimi tilts his head to the side, rubbing his nose along the curve of his jaw to his ear. He nicks at the lobe with the tip of his fang, tongue flicking to taste the blood there as his hand slips inside his pants to press hard against him. ]

I don't think you deserve it.

[ Slowly, Fushimi rubs like this, lips tracing a path down the side of his neck and returning to the spot already healing closed. He purposely breathes along his skin. ]

Tch. You're so disobedient. [ He molds his fingers to the shape of Mikelo's cock, stroking oh so lightly. ] If you behaved, I might consider using my mouth rather than my hand.

[mikelo]

[While just able to hold back a hiss of momentary discomfort, there's no stopping the shiver, once more.

Mikelo's hands briefly tremble as he wills himself to remain more still than he had been moments earlier. Despite his defiance, he certainly knows how Fushimi is. If he keeps it up, there really is no saying how the other might leave him.]

Forgive me, Fushimi-sama.

[Quickly uttered; maybe even polite (or just desperate). He slowly, carefully releases a deep exhale, hoping it won't change Fushimi's decisions. His pulse races with each second passed. It's pleasing to listen to Fushimi's as well, bringing upon a curiosity in Mikelo of when his may pick up as well.

The temptation and desire to move still runs thick as Fushimi has his way, and Mikelo bites down on the edge of his tongue to continue the resistance. Arousal was present from practically the beginning, and the purposefully gentle touch makes it all the more challenging.

Another careful breath. Mikelo's eyes flutter shut to further let himself focus, and for a moment he's grateful how easy it is for him to slip deeper into his own thoughts. The idea and mental image of Fushimi using his mouth is all the more arousing.

Of course, more than that is something he's hoping for.]