![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
overflow post.
why is captcha always catching us.
Does it feel good?
[ He asks the question like he already knows the answer. Getting what you want always feels good, but he wants to hear Jakurai say it. ]
[ He asks the question like he already knows the answer. Getting what you want always feels good, but he wants to hear Jakurai say it. ]
[ he reaches a little further down, to the space between his shoulder blades ]
Anywhere else?
Anywhere else?
O~kay!
[ working them magic fingers that make the oneesans moan then. ]
[ working them magic fingers that make the oneesans moan then. ]
Edited 2018-06-30 01:29 (UTC)
[His own fingers come up to trace along the outline of Ramuda's jaw, and down his neck where he made all of those dark marks.
He lets out a breath, a pleased sigh escaping.]
We should have taken this out of the hospital.
[Not that anyone would come looking for him all the way back here, but... a lot more can be done elsewhere.]
He lets out a breath, a pleased sigh escaping.]
We should have taken this out of the hospital.
[Not that anyone would come looking for him all the way back here, but... a lot more can be done elsewhere.]
[ there’s almost a purr in the back of his throat when he feels Jakurai’s hands on him. ]
Where would you want to go?
Where would you want to go?
Whaaat, you mean you aren't some holy protection spirit, bound to this place?
[ His pulse jumps initially, but it settles when Jakurai's grip doesn't tighten around his windpipe. ]
[ His pulse jumps initially, but it settles when Jakurai's grip doesn't tighten around his windpipe. ]
...What are you doing?
[ He can keep his expression even, but his heart rate picks up again. ]
[ He can keep his expression even, but his heart rate picks up again. ]
Feeling.
[What is he feeling? The fragility of the human body. He could wrap his hands around Ramuda's neck and deprive him of air, or he could simply sit here and continue to feel his heartbeat pick up and even out every time he presses.]
Very interesting.
[What is he feeling? The fragility of the human body. He could wrap his hands around Ramuda's neck and deprive him of air, or he could simply sit here and continue to feel his heartbeat pick up and even out every time he presses.]
Very interesting.
[ He doesn't think Jakurai would kill him– he wants to save lives, or whatever, but it's still an uncomfortable feeling ]
Didn't you figure this stuff out in doctor school?
Didn't you figure this stuff out in doctor school?
[It's only uncomfortable because he is refusing to give him control in this situation. Jakurai controls what happens right in this moment. He keeps his fingers slack, resting there rather than pressing or really feeling anymore.]
It is still interesting to me.
It is still interesting to me.
Why? Didn't think I had a heart or something?
[ He doesn't move away or flinch when he says it, just waiting to see what Jakurai does. ]
[ He doesn't move away or flinch when he says it, just waiting to see what Jakurai does. ]
[ He smiles at that; proud of the jab, but he stays still, leaving Jakurai to assess his handiwork. Those bite marks stand out on his pale skin. ]
[ Still waiting to see how this is going to play out, he he doesn't fight back, but he can't help commenting. Whining, really. ]
Ah~ah back to scratching again. . .
Ah~ah back to scratching again. . .
But asking you to stop would make you want to do it more. This is what you want, isn’t it?
[ His Idol body is soft and delicate, and he generally prefers being lavished over manhandling, but the chance to mess with Jakurai this way is worth a little pain. ]
[ His Idol body is soft and delicate, and he generally prefers being lavished over manhandling, but the chance to mess with Jakurai this way is worth a little pain. ]
See? This is what happens when you throw everything into serving others. You don’t even know how to take anymore. I want everything, but right now I want you to stop scratching me up.
Take what you want then.
[Jakurai is surprisingly obedient to that request, fingers instead mimicking what Ramuda’s we’re doing only moments ago. Rubbing slow circles instead of biting mercilessly. Jakurai thinks with these marks perhaps those naughty oneesans will be jealous. It satisfies him in a way he couldn’t fathom to explain.]
[Jakurai is surprisingly obedient to that request, fingers instead mimicking what Ramuda’s we’re doing only moments ago. Rubbing slow circles instead of biting mercilessly. Jakurai thinks with these marks perhaps those naughty oneesans will be jealous. It satisfies him in a way he couldn’t fathom to explain.]
Page 5 of 8