[ hani gets the text when they're at the apartment they share with kara. having multiple important people in the same area of the world means there are days of the week where they feel stretched thin, a small part of a bigger whole held up to the light to test for rips and tears and found just - good enough. for now, for today. but what about tomorrow? it's fine.
which is short for vogel, who has all the patient words in the world for hani usually. but hani listens, as they do, usually.
something is wrong, then. how bad? if it was like - like last week, vogel would have said, right?? right. the thrum of the engine, the thrum of their nerves are the soundtrack for the drive back home. (home where he is; where hani has left their heart.) the worry that gnaws at their stomach sharply reminds them of starvation despite the week it's spent gorging on their spirit. all the parts that made hani, hani - barely put back together.
and they refuse to fall apart again.
they don't toe off their shoes, neither do they call out his name. the clatter of the door opening and slamming shut, the quickened steps thumping through the apartment should be warning enough if he can even hear them. check the bedroom first, check the bed where he's supposed to be safe and happy and theirs. ]
[ Tylor is slumped, headset still firmly in place, light indicating he is online. But his breathing is a little ragged, his fingers twitch if Hani watches them long enough. Otherwise, he seems fine. I'm okay is already easy to hear, even though he's clearly been logged in too long. He's wearing the same clothes he'd been in when Hani had last seen him in real life. Loose tank top, too big, and loose fitting shorts; crumpled and dark in the room with the blinds closed.
There's no reaction to Hani's entrance. Only nonsensical mumbling softly about love,
[ he’s breathing, he’s talking - that’s enough to bring some form of mild relief, a temporary thing.
hani’s instinct is always gentle, first. they start at his shoulders, surprisingly sturdy to those who don’t know him. hani loves the shape of them, always just enough give for their arms or their head. they move up the sharp grooves of his collar to his neck, the vulnerable skin underneath his jawbone is felt with steady fingers.
they rest there for a moment. tha-thump, break, tha-thump, break. their heart can’t seem to sync up with his. hm. ]
… Justy-kun?
[ low, cautious, as they cradle his jaw. a vocal nudge to wake. what they murmur next is intimate and possessive, multiple syllables of love and a request in three beats that mean two words:
Yes, that’s it. [ the timbre says beloved; it says listen and closer. ] Wake up and come back to me.
[ what follows is a kiss, that yields to the stiff lips below them. hani’s hands continue to cradle his face, mirrors until one breaks away to feel for the metal and plastic. and again, gentle - gentle is the motion when they tug it off and set it off to the side, keeping his lips occupied with coaxing pressure, keeping his face close with their hand.
they have no idea how jarring the disconnect might be for him, so they want him to wake to love. he’ll find hands waiting to keep him. ]
[ Tylor feels the kiss, or maybe his lips react on instinct to the press of Hani's.
The loss of the headset has him jolting, a pained inhale as the head in Hani's hands go slack. Without them there, he might've hurt himself. His eyes blink open in the dark, and for a brief moment there is confusion. No recognition.
But then it blooms hard and fast, an outpouring of need as it floods his senses. From no sense of touch to it all, restored by a kiss that he chases now. With renewed vigor he reverses the flow of pressure towards Hani--surging like a drowning man seeking the air from their lungs. He pushes them back, hands sliding down their lower back to keep them here. Close, alive, fingers digging slightly just to feel their warmth and skin. ]
[ without a thought hani opens for him, sharing freely, hands still keeping him with them where he belongs. any air he takes from them are his, diatomic molecules that share both their names, made to travel between two connected bodies.
eventually, they pull back with a gasp; they need a moment, just a moment, to check him over. feeling with their palms, the pads of their fingers what their eyes can’t quite see. tender traces against his cheeks, the drooping corners of his eyes, and brows to push his bangs up, as if they could trade wan for want. ]
Good morning. [ that sweet phrase again, slipping into a language only shared by two. ] Are you alright?
[ thumb brushing his cheek again, just a little more hallow than the last time they saw him. what happened? ]
[ Tylor breathes a little laugh-- ] Is it really morning?
[ He doesn't mean to avoid the question at first, leaning into Hani's touch as his heart rate evens out. But even in the dark, his gaze remains on them. As if he's afraid to look away, as if this too might melt away.
But reality settles in, and he can feel the rawness of it. The emptiness of his stomach, like the empty water bottles strewn out around him in a crescent, old. A few are room temperature, unopened. But he doesn't reach for them. Hani could probably already feel the beginning of chapped lips against them before. ]
I'm alright.
[ Justy finally answers, surging again to kiss, to slide his fingers beneath fabric. A far cry from his usual undemanding touch, this one hungers for them. ]
[ light amusement in their words, a pointed press on his lips. ]
The sky is blue again today.
[ he says he’s fine with words that almost vanish into the darkness between them; his body, however, answers truthfully. a different sort of communication, which works as well. hani can answer something like that, pushing up to lay claim to every kiss. they’ll learn what his body is saying, then take the words from his mouth, too.
right now it’s saying…
fingertips on their skin.
is this a question? a demand? hani leans in closer, body responding with a request for more. not just fingers. worry subsiding, momentarily, for the shadow of lust to form, its shape a copy of the curious creature called hani. ]
[ Justy drags his hands back up their back, over shoulders and blades to use his long limbs to reach their hair; to thread and curl gently, to trap him in warmth and bunched fabric as he lays them back on the floor.
His mouth doesn't leave theirs, licking and claiming and hungry longing. And for the moment, he doesn't care where they are or the shape that he's in as he presses weight down over Hani. Not too much. But he's solid and relishing in the sensation that he missed. Touch, warmth, the press of what's been exposed, skin he knows is cream against the dark green of his thin tank top. ]
[ hani opens up for him easily, legs parting to take his weight. one hand cradles the back of his neck, where the hair thins soft and fine; the other one grips his shoulder that gives perfectly under their touch. they’re content for now to let him have his way with their mouth, less of a trade and more like surrender. but are they trapped if they won’t let go?
when justy floods them with love and want, hani doesn’t sink. everything around them can drown, this apartment could crumble into dust and all that would do is leave more space for lust. want this, want him blurring into something more needy, something simple - したい、したい。they mouth it against his lips. desire, his name. there’s no difference in this moment. he can do what he’d like, but they want more of it. ]
[ Justy is not good at staying quiet, now that he's breathed enough life back into him. Charged by brush of atoms, the bond between his hands, he groans against their lips at the words. Eyes on Hani's lips, he licks at them before speaking lowly-- ]
たぺたい。Showerで--
[ He might not have the same strength as in game, he might be weakened by spending too much time logged in.
Lust is a hell of a drug. When he pulls back, he brings Hani with; palms sliding back down, shamelessly squeezing their ass over the fabric of their clothes. Down to their familiar hold, his hands settle on the back of their thighs. His movement is slowler, less of playful bounce and more of a slide of their bodies together as he rises in the dark.
To feel stable, or to enjoy a kiss like this, where Hani must balance to contain his want to almost eat them right here. These shorts do nothing to hide it, the solid length of him beneath his hold on their legs, their upper thighs. It's been a while. ]
hani holds on as they’re lifted, breathing out a sigh when they feel him, all that trapped heat. in his arms, they’re made to wait as he waits - for the hunger to reach its peak, for the table to be set.
they shift impatiently, and he must know that his flesh isn’t the only thing they want to feed off of. there’s the energy of him, a little different tonight, but they love him in all his shades. he’s so confident that hani is his to have and to hold; as antsy as they are to have him in return, there is the deep, curling satisfaction of hearing their heart beat in his chest.
[ Justy laughs lightly at the protest, taking steady steps towards the bathroom. He almost makes it to the doorway, but he veers at the last moment. A compromise. One hand keeps a solid grip on a lovely thigh while the other cushions the back of Hani's head as he pins them to the wall.
His lips don't return to theirs for long, instead kissing a trail of soft presses and grazes of teeth down their jaw.
Encouraging their legs to wrap around him, he seeks to free that hand too, to push fabric gently aside where he can to let his finger dig gently so pull them forward as he rolls his hips. As his mouth traces what remains of the bite mark. He doesn't have it in him to bite as hard as the other stars in their universe, not unprompted. But he mouths it greedily, nipping at the edges, letting his own teeth ghost over any indents still left by Morgan's. ]
but their mouth is too busy to complain, even when he’s not occupying it. breathless, hitching noises as they rock together, aligned imperfectly for toe curling pleasure.
the friction of their back against the wall holds them up, arms and legs anchored around him. they’re not afraid of falling; they’ve already fallen in the most terrifying and exhilarating way. even without his arms to hold them up, he keeps them secure.
but, really, he’s wearing too much and they’re wearing too much. if they could just slip off these shorts, off this billowy shirt, and keep him between their legs - ]
[ They called him clever, and he meant to make it there. To the shower.
But this is as far as he gets for now, enough time to work at Hani's top blindly as he bites down harder. Harder, and harder until Hani tells him to stop, until he needs to if that's what it takes to divest Hani of fabric. And yet, to draw blood there needs to be encouragement. Because he also eases as he feels the breaking of skin too deeply, licking at the aftermath as if to soothe it.
Usually, Tylor sets Hani's nice and stylish things aside nicely. But now they are left to flit to the ground on their own once he works their top half bare. Today their clothes are treated the same as he does his own clothes, islands scattered about the room. ]
[ hani lets out a cry that cuts off into a hiss at the bite. that’s lovely, if justy could leave his mark there too. brand them forever with teeth marks that overlap where it counts, but distinctly his own - a little bigger, a little more blunt.
that he doesn’t isn’t disappointing. hani thinks if they really wanted it, he would. and if they asked for the world, he would.
what they ask for now as he tosses off their shirt is another kiss. he’s had a bite of them and, they imagine, the taste of mithrun, of morgan that’s steeped into their skin in that specific spot. an indirect kiss between the three of them, passing love from one to another.
breaking the kiss leaves them wanting. hands scrambling at his shoulders, tugging up his shirt. off, off. ]
[ Justy laughs as he pulls back, just enough to finesse his tank top off with one hand. There's no hiding what his loose clothes obscure now, his loose shorts slung low on his hips.
He presses in close as he can, both arms looping Hani again. Chest to chest, Justy's with the muscles of a usually, naturally, active person meeting Hani's slighter frame. Justy knows they're strong too, but genes lent him a stockiness that takes little to maintain. They're strong enough, he figures, to hold on when he tips them back again, this time his palms slide down their back only to grasp them more firmly with a hand on each cheek. Steady fingers curl in support.
It's time to move again. The door is ajar already, Justy nudges it with a foot and falls back to switch on the light. Blinking in the new brightness, his eyes fall half lidded to murmur again Hani's lips--綺麗な a breathe, a kiss --美しい, just right.
Beautiful inside and out, across languages, Justy takes a few steps and squats to rest Hani on the edge of the tub. One hand reaches to start the water running. It's a mindless motion, as his attention remains on Hani --on kissing down their chest with his free hand becoming a steadying, inescapable force; gentle as a caress between their shoulder blades. ]
Edited (shh im at work :cries:) Date: 2023-09-14 02:58 am (UTC)
[ the brightened room does nothing to lighten their heat-heavy eyes, sharp and swirling like a storm, intent on gathering around him. and when they’re sat on the cool enamel: a contrast to his warm, steady hands and the uncoiled fever between their own legs, even through their shorts. hani wants to wiggle out of them but justy’s too close. as close as he should be. not close enough. a tangle of conflicting wants.
his talented mouth distracting them at every turn. 綺麗な is met with うん、君の心は; and 美しい with 愛しくて、嬉しくて、the most important words whispered.
the kisses on their chest leave behind frenetic sparks, creamy skin tinged pink and red. he’s moving south, but is it south enough? how much longer? what they want to touch is too far south for their hands. so one shoe off and then the other, slipping out of them with practiced ease. and there, they press in, the familiar length of him. it has been a while and they need - their hand slips under the band of their shorts, the thin fabric underneath that if he doesn’t stop them, skirting past the tip, down. down.
not exactly what they want, but they’re driven by impatience. ]
[ At the sudden, unexpected pressure right where he is straining against wrinkled fabric, twitching at the attention as Justy breathes a heavy, hot, wet, cry of a sound. It's easy to hear over the rush of water behind them. The flow is cold still, ushering a chill in the air that doesn't reach Justy's mouth as he trails down. He kisses at the sneaky hand as his own slips from faucet to slimmer wrist to peel it away. It too receives kisses before being redirected to Justy's hair. There is no demand, only the whisper of a suggestion as he slowly pulls off those shorts and the thinner fabric beneath them. It isn't so hard to do, with how thin the edge of the tub is.
New skin is greeted with lips he's licked slick with saliva, trailing wetness where he all but nuzzles into the crease of one leg, inhaling and teasing. Even when he moves, savoring every inch of skin his mouth glides over, he avoids more than brushing or the spare ghost of a kiss to the base of the fever between their legs; he can feel it against his cheek, hot as a brand.
But his goal is even farther down, shamelessly. Both of his hands try to keep Hani from slipping when he cups them, cradling a cheek in each palm to cant their hips so he he can swirl his tongue inside, to thrust and probe and play while his own legs spread wider for Hani's foot if they can still reach him. ]
[ gasped out, hani tosses their head back. they blink at the ceiling, dazed, hand clenching and unclenching around tufts of his hair. quickened breathing occasionally punctuated by little noises they can’t hold back, needy echoes off the tiles.
they had thought - eating together, not -
never mind thinking, for the next couple of moments, all their senses are only concentrated on his tongue. they open and flutter with each prod, toes flexing, feet arching against him. fabric slides down their thigh, over the knee, down to their ankle until it’s caught. they press when he presses in, no thought to rhythm. there’s only muscles reacting on the instinct to touch and touch. the wetness between their legs match the stiff wetness under the sole of their foot, which should make them even, but he’s teasing them, they know - he’s cheating -
the last noise is more of a whimper than anything else before it. ]
[ No shame and a big mouth makes this an easy and indulgent task. His rare and greedy mood pushes his tongue as deep as he can, nose nudging sensitive skin as he turns his head this way or that to accommodate the curl and grind of a wet tongue coating Hani from the inside. There's enough spit that it dribbles from his chin when he openly moans right into them at the corresponding pressure of Hani's foot.
His fingers curl too, with stability but also need, want as they keep Hani anchored and they trap them sweetly against the ministrations of his mouth. Digits test the give of soft skin. And the grip gained when they dig oh so slightly to indents that give him leverage to thrust faster, harder.
Every noise he works out of Hani only seems to drive him wilder as the water warms, nearly forgotten. The heat of desire seemingly works its magic as Justy's sounds are eaten up by Hani's fluttering and pulsing as they open for him. ]
[ hani’s foot slips when justy moans into them, one last hard clumsy press before their toes hit the ground. their shorts, their underwear slip completely off in the shape of an indecent halo, another island. they don’t even notice, head foggy and lolling back and to the side, the side opposite the mark, as if even now there’s a need to present it to the glaring room as evidence.
this is my sin and i want more of it. ]
Ju - usty -
[ his name breaks in the middle on a low, helpless moan. they don’t know what they’re asking for, why they’re calling his name. they had wanted clothes off - and here they are, all flushed skin and leaking with -
but it’s not enough? r-right… they’re being opened but the stretch isn’t enough. if they could just welcome more of him, to give everything and accept everything -
what were the words for this again? something that isn’t stuttering, hitching moans punched out by the smooth drag of justy’s tongue; or their toes pressed against the ground, grinding like teeth over skin, like this stimulation is too much and just short; or their fingers lost in dark hair, scrambling for purchase, clenching - ]
[ Justy works at his own pace, as he is wont to do in all things, even with his tongue buried deep to the chorus of Hani's pleas. The way his name draws out on pretty lips that he can't see only encourages him to linger. His fingers pulse, a placating throb of pressure.
Edging was a dangerous skill for someone like Justy to learn, made lethal once perfected on Morgan and far to easy to deploy now. To Make Hani wait. He knows, he must know that this isn't enough. Not when Hani knows the feel of him, and how thick the stretch is when it's been a while.
It's only when he can feel the warmth from the water in the air that he suddenly withdraws his tongue, only to swipe a flat lick up the underside of Hani's length. Even that, he knows, isn't enough when that's all Hani gets before Justy moves again. One arm loops Hani, and somewhere between that and Justy's first step into the shower his shorts form an archipelago with Hani's. Those were all he had separating him from unabashed nakedness, cock jutting out from dark curls with just as little shame.
Bared muscle over a sturdy frame, Justy has never been shy about his unclothed body. Even if he doesn't find it pretty in the least. Not like Hani. The heavy way his gaze drifts Hani's body is appreciative, almost reverent, as he tries to guide them and ease them under the water with him as it washes away the grime of wearing the same clothes for so long. Maybe Hani knows, how abnormal it is in the first place for someone that likes baths and the smell, the feel, of fresh linen as much as Justy does.
He blindly reaches for the gentle soap, the kind made to go just about anywhere safely. But Justy is probably distracted before getting anywhere by the press of his wet lips to Hani's, free hand idly stroking the curve of their ass. The rush of water around them is a heated serenade that Justy is happy to drown in. ]
[ the water is running and hani turns away from it to drink directly from his mouth. in between kisses, they’re filing complaints: they’re still hungry, a nip, and he’s just had his first course. and here they stand with a tall glass of water, freckled with perspiration and a slick familiar taste that they lick off the rim of his mouth - (touching themself to the thought of him some lonely nights, bringing their wet fingers to their mouth after, licking them clean) - as if they could be full from water alone.
he’s finally undressed properly, and they’re as bare and smooth and lovely as they can be, but still waiting to be seated. this last one is signed by their hand, reaching down to grip him - and yet, it’s hani that moans at touch into his mouth. he’s so big in their small hand. thumb pressed against the tip, a mean little scratch at the slit there, before their hand slides down into a pump. starting slow, then insistently speeding up, intent to making him feel as pent up as they feel. want them as much as they want him, right here, right now.
the spreading fever makes the warm water seem too cool, yet their temperature rises. they shift on the balls of their feet. what if they just turned around and offered - it’s not like in that shattered, fragmented world where he can just slip in, and it’s good and easy to fill up. but hani’s wet enough, aren’t they? dripping for him. ]
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Fall してもいい [Plague]
Date: 2023-09-13 07:33 am (UTC)Get tylor out of the game
which is short for vogel, who has all the patient words in the world for hani usually. but hani listens, as they do, usually.
something is wrong, then. how bad? if it was like - like last week, vogel would have said, right?? right. the thrum of the engine, the thrum of their nerves are the soundtrack for the drive back home. (home where he is; where hani has left their heart.) the worry that gnaws at their stomach sharply reminds them of starvation despite the week it's spent gorging on their spirit. all the parts that made hani, hani - barely put back together.
and they refuse to fall apart again.
they don't toe off their shoes, neither do they call out his name. the clatter of the door opening and slamming shut, the quickened steps thumping through the apartment should be warning enough if he can even hear them. check the bedroom first, check the bed where he's supposed to be safe and happy and theirs. ]
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Date: 2023-09-13 08:07 am (UTC)There's no reaction to Hani's entrance. Only nonsensical mumbling softly about love,
his friends
who are they? ]
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Date: 2023-09-13 08:45 am (UTC)hani’s instinct is always gentle, first. they start at his shoulders, surprisingly sturdy to those who don’t know him. hani loves the shape of them, always just enough give for their arms or their head. they move up the sharp grooves of his collar to his neck, the vulnerable skin underneath his jawbone is felt with steady fingers.
they rest there for a moment. tha-thump, break, tha-thump, break. their heart can’t seem to sync up with his. hm. ]
… Justy-kun?
[ low, cautious, as they cradle his jaw. a vocal nudge to wake. what they murmur next is intimate and possessive, multiple syllables of love and a request in three beats that mean two words:
wake up. ]
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Date: 2023-09-13 09:07 am (UTC)A subtle inhale. There is acknowledgment of the words Hani speaks, his head leaning up into them ever so slightly-- ]
Huh? Wake up?
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Date: 2023-09-13 02:15 pm (UTC)[ what follows is a kiss, that yields to the stiff lips below them. hani’s hands continue to cradle his face, mirrors until one breaks away to feel for the metal and plastic. and again, gentle - gentle is the motion when they tug it off and set it off to the side, keeping his lips occupied with coaxing pressure, keeping his face close with their hand.
they have no idea how jarring the disconnect might be for him, so they want him to wake to love. he’ll find hands waiting to keep him. ]
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Date: 2023-09-13 04:07 pm (UTC)The loss of the headset has him jolting, a pained inhale as the head in Hani's hands go slack. Without them there, he might've hurt himself. His eyes blink open in the dark, and for a brief moment there is confusion. No recognition.
But then it blooms hard and fast, an outpouring of need as it floods his senses. From no sense of touch to it all, restored by a kiss that he chases now. With renewed vigor he reverses the flow of pressure towards Hani--surging like a drowning man seeking the air from their lungs. He pushes them back, hands sliding down their lower back to keep them here. Close, alive, fingers digging slightly just to feel their warmth and skin. ]
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Date: 2023-09-13 05:03 pm (UTC)eventually, they pull back with a gasp; they need a moment, just a moment, to check him over. feeling with their palms, the pads of their fingers what their eyes can’t quite see. tender traces against his cheeks, the drooping corners of his eyes, and brows to push his bangs up, as if they could trade wan for want. ]
Good morning. [ that sweet phrase again, slipping into a language only shared by two. ] Are you alright?
[ thumb brushing his cheek again, just a little more hallow than the last time they saw him. what happened? ]
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Date: 2023-09-13 05:16 pm (UTC)[ He doesn't mean to avoid the question at first, leaning into Hani's touch as his heart rate evens out. But even in the dark, his gaze remains on them. As if he's afraid to look away, as if this too might melt away.
But reality settles in, and he can feel the rawness of it. The emptiness of his stomach, like the empty water bottles strewn out around him in a crescent, old. A few are room temperature, unopened. But he doesn't reach for them. Hani could probably already feel the beginning of chapped lips against them before. ]
I'm alright.
[ Justy finally answers, surging again to kiss, to slide his fingers beneath fabric. A far cry from his usual undemanding touch, this one hungers for them. ]
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Date: 2023-09-13 09:18 pm (UTC)[ light amusement in their words, a pointed press on his lips. ]
The sky is blue again today.
[ he says he’s fine with words that almost vanish into the darkness between them; his body, however, answers truthfully. a different sort of communication, which works as well. hani can answer something like that, pushing up to lay claim to every kiss. they’ll learn what his body is saying, then take the words from his mouth, too.
right now it’s saying…
fingertips on their skin.
is this a question? a demand? hani leans in closer, body responding with a request for more. not just fingers. worry subsiding, momentarily, for the shadow of lust to form, its shape a copy of the curious creature called hani. ]
Okay let's just say [nsfw]
Date: 2023-09-13 09:26 pm (UTC)His mouth doesn't leave theirs, licking and claiming and hungry longing. And for the moment, he doesn't care where they are or the shape that he's in as he presses weight down over Hani. Not too much. But he's solid and relishing in the sensation that he missed. Touch, warmth, the press of what's been exposed, skin he knows is cream against the dark green of his thin tank top. ]
[nsfw] until the end of thread!! sorry not sorry
Date: 2023-09-13 10:04 pm (UTC)when justy floods them with love and want, hani doesn’t sink. everything around them can drown, this apartment could crumble into dust and all that would do is leave more space for lust. want this, want him blurring into something more needy, something simple - したい、したい。they mouth it against his lips. desire, his name. there’s no difference in this moment. he can do what he’d like, but they want more of it. ]
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Date: 2023-09-13 10:24 pm (UTC)たぺたい。Showerで--
[ He might not have the same strength as in game, he might be weakened by spending too much time logged in.
Lust is a hell of a drug. When he pulls back, he brings Hani with; palms sliding back down, shamelessly squeezing their ass over the fabric of their clothes. Down to their familiar hold, his hands settle on the back of their thighs. His movement is slowler, less of playful bounce and more of a slide of their bodies together as he rises in the dark.
To feel stable, or to enjoy a kiss like this, where Hani must balance to contain his want to almost eat them right here. These shorts do nothing to hide it, the solid length of him beneath his hold on their legs, their upper thighs. It's been a while. ]
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Date: 2023-09-14 12:12 am (UTC)hani holds on as they’re lifted, breathing out a sigh when they feel him, all that trapped heat. in his arms, they’re made to wait as he waits - for the hunger to reach its peak, for the table to be set.
they shift impatiently, and he must know that his flesh isn’t the only thing they want to feed off of. there’s the energy of him, a little different tonight, but they love him in all his shades. he’s so confident that hani is his to have and to hold; as antsy as they are to have him in return, there is the deep, curling satisfaction of hearing their heart beat in his chest.
still, they have to protest a little: ]
Justy君、狡いよね…
たべたい* I can't believe I phone typod 日本語で
Date: 2023-09-14 12:23 am (UTC)His lips don't return to theirs for long, instead kissing a trail of soft presses and grazes of teeth down their jaw.
Encouraging their legs to wrap around him, he seeks to free that hand too, to push fabric gently aside where he can to let his finger dig gently so pull them forward as he rolls his hips. As his mouth traces what remains of the bite mark. He doesn't have it in him to bite as hard as the other stars in their universe, not unprompted. But he mouths it greedily, nipping at the edges, letting his own teeth ghost over any indents still left by Morgan's. ]
you’re still nihongo jouzu in my heart
Date: 2023-09-14 01:03 am (UTC)but their mouth is too busy to complain, even when he’s not occupying it. breathless, hitching noises as they rock together, aligned imperfectly for toe curling pleasure.
the friction of their back against the wall holds them up, arms and legs anchored around him. they’re not afraid of falling; they’ve already fallen in the most terrifying and exhilarating way. even without his arms to hold them up, he keeps them secure.
but, really, he’s wearing too much and they’re wearing too much. if they could just slip off these shorts, off this billowy shirt, and keep him between their legs - ]
Do it harder. Anything -
/しくしく
Date: 2023-09-14 01:38 am (UTC)But this is as far as he gets for now, enough time to work at Hani's top blindly as he bites down harder. Harder, and harder until Hani tells him to stop, until he needs to if that's what it takes to divest Hani of fabric. And yet, to draw blood there needs to be encouragement. Because he also eases as he feels the breaking of skin too deeply, licking at the aftermath as if to soothe it.
Usually, Tylor sets Hani's nice and stylish things aside nicely. But now they are left to flit to the ground on their own once he works their top half bare. Today their clothes are treated the same as he does his own clothes, islands scattered about the room. ]
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Date: 2023-09-14 02:43 am (UTC)[ hani lets out a cry that cuts off into a hiss at the bite. that’s lovely, if justy could leave his mark there too. brand them forever with teeth marks that overlap where it counts, but distinctly his own - a little bigger, a little more blunt.
that he doesn’t isn’t disappointing. hani thinks if they really wanted it, he would. and if they asked for the world, he would.
what they ask for now as he tosses off their shirt is another kiss. he’s had a bite of them and, they imagine, the taste of mithrun, of morgan that’s steeped into their skin in that specific spot. an indirect kiss between the three of them, passing love from one to another.
breaking the kiss leaves them wanting. hands scrambling at his shoulders, tugging up his shirt. off, off. ]
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Date: 2023-09-14 02:55 am (UTC)He presses in close as he can, both arms looping Hani again. Chest to chest, Justy's with the muscles of a usually, naturally, active person meeting Hani's slighter frame. Justy knows they're strong too, but genes lent him a stockiness that takes little to maintain. They're strong enough, he figures, to hold on when he tips them back again, this time his palms slide down their back only to grasp them more firmly with a hand on each cheek. Steady fingers curl in support.
It's time to move again. The door is ajar already, Justy nudges it with a foot and falls back to switch on the light. Blinking in the new brightness, his eyes fall half lidded to murmur again Hani's lips--綺麗な a breathe, a kiss --美しい, just right.
Beautiful inside and out, across languages, Justy takes a few steps and squats to rest Hani on the edge of the tub. One hand reaches to start the water running. It's a mindless motion, as his attention remains on Hani --on kissing down their chest with his free hand becoming a steadying, inescapable force; gentle as a caress between their shoulder blades. ]
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Date: 2023-09-14 04:37 am (UTC)his talented mouth distracting them at every turn. 綺麗な is met with うん、君の心は; and 美しい with 愛しくて、嬉しくて、the most important words whispered.
the kisses on their chest leave behind frenetic sparks, creamy skin tinged pink and red. he’s moving south, but is it south enough? how much longer? what they want to touch is too far south for their hands. so one shoe off and then the other, slipping out of them with practiced ease. and there, they press in, the familiar length of him. it has been a while and they need - their hand slips under the band of their shorts, the thin fabric underneath that if he doesn’t stop them, skirting past the tip, down. down.
not exactly what they want, but they’re driven by impatience. ]
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Date: 2023-09-14 05:24 am (UTC)New skin is greeted with lips he's licked slick with saliva, trailing wetness where he all but nuzzles into the crease of one leg, inhaling and teasing. Even when he moves, savoring every inch of skin his mouth glides over, he avoids more than brushing or the spare ghost of a kiss to the base of the fever between their legs; he can feel it against his cheek, hot as a brand.
But his goal is even farther down, shamelessly. Both of his hands try to keep Hani from slipping when he cups them, cradling a cheek in each palm to cant their hips so he he can swirl his tongue inside, to thrust and probe and play while his own legs spread wider for Hani's foot if they can still reach him. ]
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Date: 2023-09-14 08:18 am (UTC)[ gasped out, hani tosses their head back. they blink at the ceiling, dazed, hand clenching and unclenching around tufts of his hair. quickened breathing occasionally punctuated by little noises they can’t hold back, needy echoes off the tiles.
they had thought - eating together, not -
never mind thinking, for the next couple of moments, all their senses are only concentrated on his tongue. they open and flutter with each prod, toes flexing, feet arching against him. fabric slides down their thigh, over the knee, down to their ankle until it’s caught. they press when he presses in, no thought to rhythm. there’s only muscles reacting on the instinct to touch and touch. the wetness between their legs match the stiff wetness under the sole of their foot, which should make them even, but he’s teasing them, they know - he’s cheating -
the last noise is more of a whimper than anything else before it. ]
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Date: 2023-09-14 01:26 pm (UTC)His fingers curl too, with stability but also need, want as they keep Hani anchored and they trap them sweetly against the ministrations of his mouth. Digits test the give of soft skin. And the grip gained when they dig oh so slightly to indents that give him leverage to thrust faster, harder.
Every noise he works out of Hani only seems to drive him wilder as the water warms, nearly forgotten. The heat of desire seemingly works its magic as Justy's sounds are eaten up by Hani's fluttering and pulsing as they open for him. ]
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Date: 2023-09-14 02:09 pm (UTC)this is my sin and i want more of it. ]
Ju - usty -
[ his name breaks in the middle on a low, helpless moan. they don’t know what they’re asking for, why they’re calling his name. they had wanted clothes off - and here they are, all flushed skin and leaking with -
but it’s not enough? r-right… they’re being opened but the stretch isn’t enough. if they could just welcome more of him, to give everything and accept everything -
what were the words for this again? something that isn’t stuttering, hitching moans punched out by the smooth drag of justy’s tongue; or their toes pressed against the ground, grinding like teeth over skin, like this stimulation is too much and just short; or their fingers lost in dark hair, scrambling for purchase, clenching - ]
Please, please…
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Date: 2023-09-14 02:58 pm (UTC)Edging was a dangerous skill for someone like Justy to learn, made lethal once perfected on Morgan and far to easy to deploy now. To Make Hani wait. He knows, he must know that this isn't enough. Not when Hani knows the feel of him, and how thick the stretch is when it's been a while.
It's only when he can feel the warmth from the water in the air that he suddenly withdraws his tongue, only to swipe a flat lick up the underside of Hani's length. Even that, he knows, isn't enough when that's all Hani gets before Justy moves again. One arm loops Hani, and somewhere between that and Justy's first step into the shower his shorts form an archipelago with Hani's. Those were all he had separating him from unabashed nakedness, cock jutting out from dark curls with just as little shame.
Bared muscle over a sturdy frame, Justy has never been shy about his unclothed body. Even if he doesn't find it pretty in the least. Not like Hani. The heavy way his gaze drifts Hani's body is appreciative, almost reverent, as he tries to guide them and ease them under the water with him as it washes away the grime of wearing the same clothes for so long. Maybe Hani knows, how abnormal it is in the first place for someone that likes baths and the smell, the feel, of fresh linen as much as Justy does.
He blindly reaches for the gentle soap, the kind made to go just about anywhere safely. But Justy is probably distracted before getting anywhere by the press of his wet lips to Hani's, free hand idly stroking the curve of their ass. The rush of water around them is a heated serenade that Justy is happy to drown in. ]
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Date: 2023-09-14 04:51 pm (UTC)he’s finally undressed properly, and they’re as bare and smooth and lovely as they can be, but still waiting to be seated. this last one is signed by their hand, reaching down to grip him - and yet, it’s hani that moans at touch into his mouth. he’s so big in their small hand. thumb pressed against the tip, a mean little scratch at the slit there, before their hand slides down into a pump. starting slow, then insistently speeding up, intent to making him feel as pent up as they feel. want them as much as they want him, right here, right now.
the spreading fever makes the warm water seem too cool, yet their temperature rises. they shift on the balls of their feet. what if they just turned around and offered - it’s not like in that shattered, fragmented world where he can just slip in, and it’s good and easy to fill up. but hani’s wet enough, aren’t they? dripping for him. ]
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