[ The door opens and immediately, Toji takes Choso by the wrist and pulls him inside, shutting and securing the door behind him. Already, he's down to his solid black boxer briefs, and something just seems.. a little odd about him, in general. His room is especially untidy; the included desk is broken in two. It's dark, but the ambient light from the city shines through the breaks in the blinds. Instantly, he corners Choso against the nearest vertical surface and clasps his hand over his mouth. The scent of alcohol reeks from him, but he's not drunk. He can't get drunk. But something isn't exactly right. ]
I'm going to take what I want from you.
[ this is his way asking for consent, but for what? ]
[ something is not right here. Choso, he notices it too late, too slow and sticky with weariness to pick up on it at first, but the stink of alcohol is a slap in the face, it wrenches him to full wakefulness in time to note the mess of Toji's room before it's eclipsed by the man himself, towering and shadowed and encompassing.
he thinks, not for the first time and not for the last, that he ought to be more afraid here than he is. alarm is a quiet sense, dampened by the rumble of Toji's voice. self-preservation, a distant thing. Choso, he is more concerned than he is afraid.
hands rise, curling around that thick wrist, but he doesn't pull, doesn't fight. he merely meets Toji's eye, and a muffled noise that could be a 'yes' or could be a 'no' mutes itself against the palm over his mouth. ]
[ There's a moment of stillness, silence on Toji's end as his eyes lock tight with Choso's. If the curse paid any attention to Toji at the auction this night, he probably noticed him gambling his life away. Part of the rules was to take a shot, and so, he felt invincible. It's hard to know if he is feeling any of the sensory effects from the drinks or not, but it was pretty obvious he didn't win anything at the gambling tables.
He lost it all.
But there's more to it that he doesn't want to think about. ]
Don't talk to me.
[Just let me have you. His hand removes from Choso slowly. If he bothered to look around more, there doesn't seem to be anything indicating what he has in mind. No toys, no weapons, but he wastes no time undressing the other man, starting with his top. He doesn't tear it, he doesn't rip it. It just comes clean off of him overhead. ]
[ it was hard not noticing Toji off with the gamblers, but with all the events and the bids and the not-so-subtle threats from Muramasa right in his ear, Choso had more than enough on his plate to keep him preoccupied and distant. at some point that he would not be able to pin down, Toji went from being there to just... not.
what had happened between then and now?
now, though, now was a dance Choso did not know the steps to, so he does them both the favour of keeping his mouth shut. he wouldn't have the words, anyway; his shirt shucks off with a surprising ease, leaving him ruffled of hair and puzzled. dark brows beetle into a concerned frown, but he keeps his hands loose and out of the way, contenting himself with watching Toji with that unblinking stare of his, like he could suss the man out somehow, like he could solve the puzzle in this man's bones. ]
[ The shirt is off, discarded in the ground with the mess of everything else, and like familiar clockwork, Toji goes right for the kiss, rough hands trailing down Choso's arms. For someone who has shown signs of violence this evening, it's a surprise he hasn't gone for hitting Choso, or pulling his hair like in the past. Perhaps that is what is going to happen soon, but he drags his mouth away with a tender bite; deep enough to sting but not enough to draw blood. Like always, his mouth latches onto Choso's neck, intending to leave a mark there.
Maybe he has shown enough violence. Maybe he wants to be comforted instead. ]
[ what does it say of Choso that he expects the violence first? his body tenses in preparation, blood rushing a little quicker, heart pumping a little harder, ready to mend whatever hurts came his way, but when none come he is left with something very close to confusion. it isn't enough to overcome the warmth that suffuses him with the kiss, though; he meets Toji with only the slightest hesitance, quick to push up into fervour when teeth scrape over Choso's lip, leaving him with the sharp sting of gin and citrus.
well, he was told not to talk, not to refrain from touch, so touch Choso does.
as teeth sink into his neck, Choso lets himself gasp, throaty and full. his own hands lift to run up the familiar planes of Toji's sides, broad fingers tracing ribs to encircle around the man's broader back, so dangerously close to an embrace. ]
[ He appreciates the silence; nothing but breathing and the sound of skin being sucked; bitten. Of course, Toji can hear so much more-- the sounds of their hearts, and maybe even the flow of blood with how quiet they both are being. He continues to mark his neck, finding a new and fresh patch of skin, and as much as Choso seems to wrap his arms around Toji in a way that seems like an embrace, he allows it. He doesn't break away or scold Choso this time, his own palm creeping down the curse's core, along his toned muscles. He's not too slow moving with this, but it's obvious he is getting a feel for things. Just seconds later, his hand is down Choso's pants, raw and unprepared, but he touches him here anyway. Up and down, thumbing along his slit.
His mouth moves from his neck to his ear, sucking and biting on his lobe. When he thinks he's done that enough, Toji does something quite unexpected: he slides down to his knees with a soft thud. ]
[ it's intimate, it's softer than anything he has ever had with Toji, and it throws him. it knocks some vigilant little part of him off-kilter so that when Toji plays with his cock, Choso can't help but to rock forward into him with a ragged warm little gasp. for a brief moment, chest presses to chest, arms tight around Toji's back as Choso presses his cheek into a solid shoulder.
how pitiful he must seem, shivering from only Toji's mouth, squirming from the teeth on his lobe and the hot breath against his ear. the way his hands curl and scratch blunted nails against Toji's shoulderblades is more reflex than thought, mindless kneading.
he is so unprepared that when the other man drops down, Choso can only stare dumbly as his hands drag up into Toji's hair with the motion, palms set in something so like a caress that for a moment, he can't fathom what's happening, why, what happens now. there is no thought save for the small, fervent one in the corner below the white noise of everything else: how good Toji looks from this angle. ]
What. Close your mouth. You look like a dumbass looking at me like that.
[ He couldn't quite explain it either, but Megumi told him something recently that really pissed him off, and now that he's mad at Megumi, fine. He's going to do it and use Choso since Megumi accused him of doing just that. It's out of petty spite mostly, but maybe there's something else unsaid there too. ]
Acting like you have never gotten a blowjob before.
[ maybe he hasn't? Whatever. Just because of his height, he has to dip down and sink further into the musty flooring, but he exposes his partner by pulling him right out and getting to it, holding him and first licking his underside, then along the shaft. It's a stretch, but he also pays attention along his balls, teasing between them with the tip of his tongue. He's not too gentle or delicate when he takes Choso in his mouth entirely, twisting the base of his cock and lifting his eyes just once to glance at him. Maybe it's hard to see in the dim light, but his face certainly feels a little warm.
One hand presses firmly against Choso's hip, keeping control should the curse decided to try and properly face fuck him. ]
[ this, as with most things, is a most new experience, and one coming from Toji of anyone is, well. if Choso hadn’t been flushed before, he is now, face burning hotter than he can ever remember it doing. eyes hooded, gaze downcast, he does not notice the shape his own mouth has taken, how it twitches into a configuration that could be taken as warm, or wondering.
it feels good. damn him, but it feels good; the ministrations of Toji’s mouth have Choso pressed into the wall in no time, hands curling into the man’s hair while every jolt of pleasure drags blunted nails across Toji’s scalp not unlike a giant animal’s kneading. though Choso continues to obey with silence, he cannot stop the soft groans, nor the way his breath hitches when Toji looks up at him, mouth full and eyes sharp.
how is he supposed to keep himself composed like this? Toji’s hand on his hip is a wise choice; Choso finds himself swaying in, body shuddering with the aborted motion. ]
[ He appreciates the cooperation that Choso gives him because the last thing he wants to deal with is answering questions as to why he's doing all of this. Quite honestly, Toji couldn't tell why and neither did he want to investigate it either.
Painfully slowly and painfully tight his lips draw together, easing Choso out of his mouth with a distinctive pop. He gives him another look, a line of spit gracing his lower lip. ]
I'm going to do this until I am done with it, then you are going to lie on that bed and let me fuck you. Understand? You're going to be fine with that and whatever else I want from you.
[ for as much as Choso likes to ask, to know and to learn, he also understands that there is a comfort to be found in silence, that not having to scrape up an answer is the best thing he can offer Toji now. so Choso, he plays his role, and he lets himself shudder and gasp, curling over Toji as the man picks apart the seams of him with his mouth alone.
You’re going to be fine with that and whatever else I want from you.
ah, when put like that, how can he not be? when Toji looks up, Choso can only shiver and nod with a guttural nn of assent, eyes hooded and dark but so focused it’s like the rest of the ruined room has ceased to exist. he may not speak, but broad hands roam enough to make up for it, pushing messy dark hair back from Toji’s forehead so he may better take in the sight below.
how strange it is, how the way Toji looks makes Choso’s teeth ache, saliva pooling in a hunger he cannot name. ]
[ That's certainly a look he hadn't seen Choso give him before. He scoffs anyway and resumes sucking him off, taking him as back into his throat as he can, but he's not used to doing this so he has a small gag reflex. Still, it doesn't deter him, sliding in and out with a rhythm, closing his eyes and pumping Choso near the base of him. Moments of this pass, and Toji tongues along his frenulum, pulling him out of his mouth, nice and wet. ]
You're watching. Please. Am I that amazing to you?
[ His hands free from Choso as he straightens his posture and curves his back inward, nestling Choso's cock between his pectorals. He pushes his own muscles together. ]
[ Toji’s mouth takes Choso apart piece by awful piece, dismantling him so thoroughly that by the time his aching cock is popped out wet and twitching, Choso is a panting wreck. face flushed dark, his chest heaves with every breath, mouth hanging open and saliva pooling behind his teeth as if whatever he sees trips some primal hunger deep in his bones. his hands, his thick burning hands remain buried in Toji’s hair, all but shaking with the effort it has taken not to grip tight and wrench the man’s head about like some blood and bone fleshlight.
here in the dark, it’s easy to remember that Choso solidly straddles both worlds; the whites of his eyes shine too white and too bright, gleaming eerie and unblinking such that it is too evident that he’s staring with that strange intensity of his. the curse mark bisecting his face has begun to ooze, slow as molasses and as thick, blood as black as ink in this lightless room, and the air around him has begun to stink of iron and copper. but still, his fingers do not take their violent grip, and his tongue does not form the words save for a breathless noise, an assent lodged somewhere deep in his own throat.
he is so hungry, and in this moment, the most dangerous hunter he has known looks a feast he can barely resist.
so he partakes, piece by piece. he fucks against Toji in slow shuddering strokes at first, shivering with the friction of skin and spit. with each thrust, his breaths some shakier, shuddering, bordering guttural as his pace picks up a notch, and it’s more evident than before the effort he must take to remain upright instead of curling around Toji’s head; if he hunches, he won’t be able to see. ]
[ It's very interesting to see this side of Choso and Toji finds himself pretty surprised that he's intrigued by his response. That familiar scent catches his nose and he instinctively curls it, too sensitive to the smell but it also seems stronger this time. He can feel how hard his partner is, now, and although this is a different sort of experience, Toji wants to get to the part that he has been working Choso up to.
He stands to his feet, settling his hand on Choso's jaw. It's different than before, though; different than just grabbing him or grabbing his throat. He's merely observing him, holding him still. It's surprisingly gentle. ]
How does it feel? What do you want? You can talk to me now.
[ can Toji feel it, how Choso's face burns? how his unnatural pulse pounds beneath the thin veneer of his human skin? his face is hot under Toji's fingers, but the expression this curse wears is nothing like the fluster he has shown before. ]
It's good.
[ his voice is thick, throaty, deep. the hands in Toji's hair slide down, palms dragging slow and considering down heavy-set shoulders. ]
But now I want to fuck you stupid. I want to fuck you until I find your limit and then I want to fuck you right past it. That isn't normal, is it? But I want it.
[ Toji's eyebrows both quirk upward at the confession, but it's interesting to see this unfold before his eyes. He tries to act nonchalant about it, but the reality is he doesn't let people do this often to him. He isn't going to explore what that could possibly mean in regards to how he feels about Choso or anything like that. Toji hums, pulling away from Choso and sauntering to the bed, rolling his shoulders and stretching the expanse of muscle across his back. ]
I'm tired, so you can do all the work this time.
[ He makes himself comfortable on the bed, fetching some lubricant and setting it on the nightstand. ]
You're going to use that, and no condom.
[ what hello ]
If you have a problem with that, I'll kill you. Simple as that.
[ it's dangerous. this is dangerous. he wants this too much. his teeth ache and his tongue yearns for a taste and Toji is giving him everything too easily. could it be a trap?
would Choso care if it was? ]
Am I allowed to touch you how I want?
[ he's already at the bed, crawling onto sheets between Toji's legs. the stink of blood is a sharp thing, cloying, made all the more evident when he uses a ribbon of it to pull the lubricant off the nightstand and into his palm, easy and without thought or care. this isn't the tub, with all that pesky water disrupting his cursed technique; here in the perfect, warm dark of Toji's room, Choso holds the most control over himself he ever has since they started playing this dangerous game. ]
[ He's already peeled his underwear off by the time that Choso joins him, and Toji thinks it's probably a little strange that they're both having a relatively.. vanilla evening, considering everything else they've done. Well, whatever.
He lies back against the pillows and stretches out, both of his hands tucking behind his own head as he considers what Choso is asking. ]
Keep your nasty blood off of me, but fine. You've been good tonight.
[ Toji just has to have some form of control, especially when allowing himself to be in such a vulnerable state, but after losing everything he has money wise in one night, some spiked drinks, he's feeling a little peculiar, like maybe he's lost a little sense of self. ]
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in the dead of night, sometime after the auction
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hello, toji.
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right now
[ Surely Choso knows what that means by now. ]
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on my way
[ and he is, true to form; it takes only minutes before he's where he needs to be, knocking at the door with a sleepy fist. ]
🔞🔞🔞 already sorry
I'm going to take what I want from you.
[ this is his way asking for consent, but for what? ]
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he thinks, not for the first time and not for the last, that he ought to be more afraid here than he is. alarm is a quiet sense, dampened by the rumble of Toji's voice. self-preservation, a distant thing. Choso, he is more concerned than he is afraid.
hands rise, curling around that thick wrist, but he doesn't pull, doesn't fight. he merely meets Toji's eye, and a muffled noise that could be a 'yes' or could be a 'no' mutes itself against the palm over his mouth. ]
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He lost it all.
But there's more to it that he doesn't want to think about. ]
Don't talk to me.
[ Just let me have you.
His hand removes from Choso slowly. If he bothered to look around more, there doesn't seem to be anything indicating what he has in mind. No toys, no weapons, but he wastes no time undressing the other man, starting with his top. He doesn't tear it, he doesn't rip it. It just comes clean off of him overhead. ]
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what had happened between then and now?
now, though, now was a dance Choso did not know the steps to, so he does them both the favour of keeping his mouth shut. he wouldn't have the words, anyway; his shirt shucks off with a surprising ease, leaving him ruffled of hair and puzzled. dark brows beetle into a concerned frown, but he keeps his hands loose and out of the way, contenting himself with watching Toji with that unblinking stare of his, like he could suss the man out somehow, like he could solve the puzzle in this man's bones. ]
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Maybe he has shown enough violence. Maybe he wants to be comforted instead. ]
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well, he was told not to talk, not to refrain from touch, so touch Choso does.
as teeth sink into his neck, Choso lets himself gasp, throaty and full. his own hands lift to run up the familiar planes of Toji's sides, broad fingers tracing ribs to encircle around the man's broader back, so dangerously close to an embrace. ]
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His mouth moves from his neck to his ear, sucking and biting on his lobe. When he thinks he's done that enough, Toji does something quite unexpected: he slides down to his knees with a soft thud. ]
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how pitiful he must seem, shivering from only Toji's mouth, squirming from the teeth on his lobe and the hot breath against his ear. the way his hands curl and scratch blunted nails against Toji's shoulderblades is more reflex than thought, mindless kneading.
he is so unprepared that when the other man drops down, Choso can only stare dumbly as his hands drag up into Toji's hair with the motion, palms set in something so like a caress that for a moment, he can't fathom what's happening, why, what happens now. there is no thought save for the small, fervent one in the corner below the white noise of everything else: how good Toji looks from this angle. ]
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[ He couldn't quite explain it either, but Megumi told him something recently that really pissed him off, and now that he's mad at Megumi, fine. He's going to do it and use Choso since Megumi accused him of doing just that. It's out of petty spite mostly, but maybe there's something else unsaid there too. ]
Acting like you have never gotten a blowjob before.
[ maybe he hasn't? Whatever. Just because of his height, he has to dip down and sink further into the musty flooring, but he exposes his partner by pulling him right out and getting to it, holding him and first licking his underside, then along the shaft. It's a stretch, but he also pays attention along his balls, teasing between them with the tip of his tongue. He's not too gentle or delicate when he takes Choso in his mouth entirely, twisting the base of his cock and lifting his eyes just once to glance at him. Maybe it's hard to see in the dim light, but his face certainly feels a little warm.
One hand presses firmly against Choso's hip, keeping control should the curse decided to try and properly face fuck him. ]
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it feels good. damn him, but it feels good; the ministrations of Toji’s mouth have Choso pressed into the wall in no time, hands curling into the man’s hair while every jolt of pleasure drags blunted nails across Toji’s scalp not unlike a giant animal’s kneading. though Choso continues to obey with silence, he cannot stop the soft groans, nor the way his breath hitches when Toji looks up at him, mouth full and eyes sharp.
how is he supposed to keep himself composed like this? Toji’s hand on his hip is a wise choice; Choso finds himself swaying in, body shuddering with the aborted motion. ]
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Painfully slowly and painfully tight his lips draw together, easing Choso out of his mouth with a distinctive pop. He gives him another look, a line of spit gracing his lower lip. ]
I'm going to do this until I am done with it, then you are going to lie on that bed and let me fuck you. Understand? You're going to be fine with that and whatever else I want from you.
[ wow ok say no more ]
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You’re going to be fine with that and whatever else I want from you.
ah, when put like that, how can he not be? when Toji looks up, Choso can only shiver and nod with a guttural nn of assent, eyes hooded and dark but so focused it’s like the rest of the ruined room has ceased to exist. he may not speak, but broad hands roam enough to make up for it, pushing messy dark hair back from Toji’s forehead so he may better take in the sight below.
how strange it is, how the way Toji looks makes Choso’s teeth ache, saliva pooling in a hunger he cannot name. ]
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You're watching. Please. Am I that amazing to you?
[ His hands free from Choso as he straightens his posture and curves his back inward, nestling Choso's cock between his pectorals. He pushes his own muscles together. ]
Fuck against me if you want.
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here in the dark, it’s easy to remember that Choso solidly straddles both worlds; the whites of his eyes shine too white and too bright, gleaming eerie and unblinking such that it is too evident that he’s staring with that strange intensity of his. the curse mark bisecting his face has begun to ooze, slow as molasses and as thick, blood as black as ink in this lightless room, and the air around him has begun to stink of iron and copper. but still, his fingers do not take their violent grip, and his tongue does not form the words save for a breathless noise, an assent lodged somewhere deep in his own throat.
he is so hungry, and in this moment, the most dangerous hunter he has known looks a feast he can barely resist.
so he partakes, piece by piece. he fucks against Toji in slow shuddering strokes at first, shivering with the friction of skin and spit. with each thrust, his breaths some shakier, shuddering, bordering guttural as his pace picks up a notch, and it’s more evident than before the effort he must take to remain upright instead of curling around Toji’s head; if he hunches, he won’t be able to see. ]
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He stands to his feet, settling his hand on Choso's jaw. It's different than before, though; different than just grabbing him or grabbing his throat. He's merely observing him, holding him still. It's surprisingly gentle. ]
How does it feel? What do you want? You can talk to me now.
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It's good.
[ his voice is thick, throaty, deep. the hands in Toji's hair slide down, palms dragging slow and considering down heavy-set shoulders. ]
But now I want to fuck you stupid. I want to fuck you until I find your limit and then I want to fuck you right past it. That isn't normal, is it? But I want it.
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I'm tired, so you can do all the work this time.
[ He makes himself comfortable on the bed, fetching some lubricant and setting it on the nightstand. ]
You're going to use that, and no condom.
[ what hello ]
If you have a problem with that, I'll kill you. Simple as that.
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[ it's dangerous. this is dangerous. he wants this too much. his teeth ache and his tongue yearns for a taste and Toji is giving him everything too easily. could it be a trap?
would Choso care if it was? ]
Am I allowed to touch you how I want?
[ he's already at the bed, crawling onto sheets between Toji's legs. the stink of blood is a sharp thing, cloying, made all the more evident when he uses a ribbon of it to pull the lubricant off the nightstand and into his palm, easy and without thought or care. this isn't the tub, with all that pesky water disrupting his cursed technique; here in the perfect, warm dark of Toji's room, Choso holds the most control over himself he ever has since they started playing this dangerous game. ]
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He lies back against the pillows and stretches out, both of his hands tucking behind his own head as he considers what Choso is asking. ]
Keep your nasty blood off of me, but fine. You've been good tonight.
[ Toji just has to have some form of control, especially when allowing himself to be in such a vulnerable state, but after losing everything he has money wise in one night, some spiked drinks, he's feeling a little peculiar, like maybe he's lost a little sense of self. ]