[ 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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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. ]