[ kaden doesn’t think that they both need to keep their heads above the water to avoid drowning, especially given both of them are having trouble not thinking with their other head (or, well, kaden’s dick sort of comes to a point, but the sentiment stands). when demonic energy swirls about like this, between an oni of lust and a kitsune that’s more ‘easy’ than he should be given his power and rank, maybe things are different. maybe this is the foregone conclusion. maybe, instead of keeping their heads up, they only need to surface for the occasional breath, plunging underwater and giving in as long as they can still come back up.
the way koujaku snarls and growls elicits more panting and more hardness from kaden. he can’t help it; he’s an animal, in part, so this is really sexy. more and more of his cock pushes out of his sheath, red and veiny. it almost seems to follow koujaku’s wishes—there’s another drop of prerelease, and then another, answering his desire for more. their desire for more.
by the time he’s pressed against the tree—it hurts, but kaden laughs it off— he’s fully hard. he’s a bit disappointed that ‘fully hard’ is an inch or so shorter than normal given how his frame has shrunk. with every movement they make, he’s clinging hard to koujaku’s body to claim it as his own in return. fingers splay out everywhere koujaku will let him be touched, and kaden moans and hums appreciatively at every detail he’s able to touch. he cedes his mouth to koujaku, allowing him everything he wants while kissing passionately back. his own hunger is there.
he laughs again, when he’s told to talk. he reaches up to cradle koujaku’s face in a hand. kaden’s face is less composed than usual as he stares into koujaku’s eyes. his eyes are half-lidded with lust, his hair is messy from all the shuffling, and his face is flush with arousal. beneath all of these things, however, he still regards koujaku with the same expression as before—he regards him with fondness. sure, their friendship had been one-sided, even antagonistic at times, but kaden had never lied when he said koujaku was his ‘dear friend.’ and even with fear and lust mixed in, he’s still excited, eager to see what will happen. the concern? that will come later. ]
This is the first time you’ve ever asked me to talk. Usually, you’re telling me to shut up. [ once his throat is free from koujaku’s lips, he all but thrusts his head against koujaku’s chest, nuzzling him like a friendly dog before looking up at him. ] I can’t wait to show you the hamlet. You’re going to love it there. Oh, but don’t go giving too much attention to anyone else. I want to be your favorite.
[ his words are carefully chosen. he’s not inviting him back home for another romp. instead, he’s saying that koujaku going somewhere safe is a foregone conclusion. there’s somewhere to go after this, somewhere humans can’t touch. he’s taking care of this. ]
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the way koujaku snarls and growls elicits more panting and more hardness from kaden. he can’t help it; he’s an animal, in part, so this is really sexy. more and more of his cock pushes out of his sheath, red and veiny. it almost seems to follow koujaku’s wishes—there’s another drop of prerelease, and then another, answering his desire for more. their desire for more.
by the time he’s pressed against the tree—it hurts, but kaden laughs it off— he’s fully hard. he’s a bit disappointed that ‘fully hard’ is an inch or so shorter than normal given how his frame has shrunk. with every movement they make, he’s clinging hard to koujaku’s body to claim it as his own in return. fingers splay out everywhere koujaku will let him be touched, and kaden moans and hums appreciatively at every detail he’s able to touch. he cedes his mouth to koujaku, allowing him everything he wants while kissing passionately back. his own hunger is there.
he laughs again, when he’s told to talk. he reaches up to cradle koujaku’s face in a hand. kaden’s face is less composed than usual as he stares into koujaku’s eyes. his eyes are half-lidded with lust, his hair is messy from all the shuffling, and his face is flush with arousal. beneath all of these things, however, he still regards koujaku with the same expression as before—he regards him with fondness. sure, their friendship had been one-sided, even antagonistic at times, but kaden had never lied when he said koujaku was his ‘dear friend.’ and even with fear and lust mixed in, he’s still excited, eager to see what will happen. the concern? that will come later. ]
This is the first time you’ve ever asked me to talk. Usually, you’re telling me to shut up. [ once his throat is free from koujaku’s lips, he all but thrusts his head against koujaku’s chest, nuzzling him like a friendly dog before looking up at him. ] I can’t wait to show you the hamlet. You’re going to love it there. Oh, but don’t go giving too much attention to anyone else. I want to be your favorite.
[ his words are carefully chosen. he’s not inviting him back home for another romp. instead, he’s saying that koujaku going somewhere safe is a foregone conclusion. there’s somewhere to go after this, somewhere humans can’t touch. he’s taking care of this. ]