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PSL: And if I seem dangerous
Ha...
[Killing an oni is only half the job.
A hunter must find its gate to make sure that it never returned from the bowels of hell and to release the spirits of those that it killed. A hunter must do so quickly because a dead oni's spirit will flee back to its gate as soon as its heart stops beating and feed off the energy gathered there before it seeks its body again.
A hunter can do several things to slow the process: cut out the heart, severe its head. Remove its tongue so it can speak no more lies. Scatter the parts. Or better yet -- burn them.
Koujaku's hands are bloody from carving the monster's heart out with his knife, sticky against the tight grip on his sword. He buried it in the snow but not as far as he would have liked. The bright red of his kimono is darkened, stained and stiffening in the cold. The fresh snow starting to fall once more as he finishes this hunt makes finishing this hunt even more cumbersome.
But the village is safe now.
They begged though they could not pay the typical fee to their lord, to conscript the server of a hunter and certainly not the leader of a clan like the Beni-Shigure. Koujaku came on his own, disgusted that this daimyo turned a blind eye to his people's plight. Their sons and daughters lured away by the oni's lusts to ultimately be consumed.
Each step is taxing. Koujaku grips the left side of his chest, rented with deep wounds from the oni's claws as it tried to rip through his flesh to bones and eat his heart. He knows he's leaving a trail of his own blood as he searches his way back to the gate he marked first but there's no helping it. The woods around him screams with the released, mindless spirit oni already looking to put itself together. Powerful. He has no idea how it got so powerful without anyone coming to deal with it.
He moves as fast as he can, favoring his left side and panting out into the cold of the night. The gate is at the mouth of the cave it lived in. It's large, woven of wood and bone with the fluttering fabric of its victims pulled by the wind. Koujaku heaves up his sword as he reaches it and begins a woodcutters work in hacking away. When the scaffolding crumples causing it to fall to one side he goes with his bare hands, to rip it apart.
The oni's shrieks have found him and it tears at him as he works like the wind itself. Furious. It should be getting weaker and dissipating, not more incensed.
Breaking the last connection between the post and the arch releases a burst of energy that throws Koujaku back into the snow and knocks the air from his lungs. He hears, or he swears he hears the oni's voice in the wind and he sees sick red of its energy lunge towards him.
If it cannot have its own body back, it will take another.
The spirit is like fire and smoke. It forces its way into Koujaku's gasping mouth and down his throat and sinks into the wounds left on the hunters chest to infect the hunter's blood, laughing as it finds even this injured body a strong and suitable host. Poetic, to live on turning a hunter into something no better than what he stalks.
Koujaku's scream brings an end to the struggle filling the woods. As his body writhes, as it is forced to begin changing, that scream twists into something hardly human at all.]
i'm sorry koujaku is a complete mess oh my god
...though he would challenge anyone else in his clan to truly, truly resist it all. Resist with an oni's spirit burning them from the inside out and with someone like Kaden underneath them, panting hotly.
If he's slow to realize what is happening to kitsune it's only because he's distracted by the sharp pricks of Kaden's claws into his skin as he's held so tightly. It's because he's fighting off the ramping pressure in his forehead again. He's growling, frustrated, as Kaden keeps pulling him away from that swirling brink where there's truly nothing but the oni's fury and hunger.
When he does notice it's because the want for warm skin drives him to tugging at Kaden's clothing. Some of the fine cloth rips from his impatience but it gives him access to the more delicate-looking breadth of Kaden's chest. Koujaku makes the first real mark he's ever been able to leave on the fox by sinking his teeth in around the fine line of his collar. He has to bend his body more than he did minutes ago.
Kaden's ears tickle Koujaku's face as he kisses his neck which prompts a much deeper rumble in his chest. He realizes that he can practically gather him up in his arms with ease. Kaden's smaller. In a way that's not due to how Koujaku's body keeps pressing outward.
The oath's forgotten (he pushes it aside.
Maybe. He won't have to ask...)]
What's happening to you?
[Really, he's no more gentle, but there's something blatantly possessive in the way he rids the rest of Kaden's clothing. Any protest on his efforts are met with truly vicious sounding snarls and Koujaku crowds him the entire time, greedy for how warm Kaden is against the winter.
It also ensures he doesn't have to quite look at everything so obviously male held against him. Funny, that Koujaku somehow has the grace and the blood left for blushing. But-- the oni's claws that ripped open his chest have healed, haven't they?]
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a rare look of fear and worry crosses kaden's face, but he's quick to play it off with a joke; he doesn't want koujaku thinking even demons would fear him, even if that's the case. ]
Yikes. Not even my magic can repair clothes as fine as these. I’m in for a lot of trading.
[ but the words are a whisper, his chattiness more forced than before. it’s easier to pant than it is to speak. with his chest and shoulders bare, the cold winter around them is even more apparent. the foxfire he’d left hanging in the air can’t make up for losing his clothes, but there’s something else that can. he hungrily tries to pull koujaku down against him, fully aware he’s the vulnerable one here. he hisses through his teeth as he’s marked, but thrills in the realization he can feel koujaku rumbling above him.
he doesn't answer koujaku's question. he's sure the oni-human will feel it eventually, that he's exerting so much power from this transformation, this possession that he's eating away at kaden's presence. as a kitsune who walks the line between human and spirit, that means changes to his body that leave him sore and his bones aching...and his stature small.
he whimpers as his clothes are torn off, but the sound won't discourage koujaku. no, the whimpers are urgent, needy, like kaden's only protest is that he's not naked fast enough. he shifts positions on the ground just long enough for koujaku to mistake his movements for resistance, and the growls turn kaden on even more. as the last of his clothes are ripped off, the tip of his red, canine cock is already pushing out of its sheath, canine in ever way aside from, fortunately, the angle. maybe koujaku will recognize it--maybe he's seen a pair of street dogs fucking alongside the road, the male's knot swelling and locking him into place as he tied his bitch.
but kaden's in no position to do any tying of his own—from his scent to his submissive position, koujaku will know instinctively who the bitch s here, and also that kaden is excited for it. ]
What big— [ he pants hotly, nuzzling koujaku, rubbing that scent off onto him. ] —everything you have. Isn’t that what you humans say about wolves?
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[It's a flash and just a flash but that moment of fear is what Koujaku needs to wrestle himself back from the losing himself to the oni completely. He interprets it as an echo of his own, scared for him instead of him. Kaden's powerful, skilled and crafty enough that the idea that he could somehow win if it came to such extremes sits beyond Koujaku's ability to conjecture. Not when he's felt that the kistune's always been holding himself back when they fought.
Finding himself doesn't mean that he's able to tamper down the incredible hunger that's been spurring him on this entire time, or tame the transformation. Each time Kaden whimpers the vibration echoes all the way down to his cock. He feels like he's drowning under the begging richness of Kaden's scent being spread over his skin. It all makes taking in the way Kaden's body looks now that he's stripped down somewhat...easier. somewhat...easier. There's really no mistaking the particular fashion of Kaden's body as very much not human at all. And very much like--
He's not sure what he would have done if was in his right mind but currently, his mouth practically waters. It doesn't seem to matter.
That's what he needs. More to feed the change that seems stalled out after eating enough of Kaden's spirit to shrink him down.
Koujaku shuffles down the kitsune's body, pushed by the physical memory imbued by the oni from laying with dozens of humans that eventually became meals. He breathes out hard against Kaden's stomach, pausing for a second to press the aching pain of his forehead against something warm.] It's not done yet, I need...more.
[Though Kaden already told him to stay and he gave his word, Koujaku's still asking for permission. He may be doing so even while his hand covers the heat of Kaden's sheath, stroking it before his thumb circles the pointed tip, but he tries. Worried that taking more this way might drain or shrink or do something even worse.]
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[ perhaps joking about it in return makes too light of the situation, but kaden’s not drunk enough off of koujaku’s scent to miss that his personality shone through for just a second. that’s progress! if he were in a better position, he’d pat himself on the back for keep koujaku focused. if he had more time to dwell on this, he would, but unfortunately he’s very much trapped in battle—even if this battle isn’t the kind he’s ever fought before.
he doesn’t dare breathe or twitch (well, okay, his ears are constantly moving this way or that, but ears are ears) when koujaku lowers himself against his stomach. wouldn’t it be twisted if horns burst forth from his skull and skewered him right there? but kaden is breathless, tense, too fixated on koujaku’s warmth and scent to do anything other than hold him, touch him, feel him—
between his pants, another whimper sounds, because he realizes he’s in quite a pickle for a fox. he’s so hungry for this man (or? thirsty? is that what they’re calling it on the streets? haha, you can’t drink a person. silly humans.) that he’s enjoying the thrill the sense of danger gives him. and while he’s present of mind enough to recognize this, more of that oni scent drifts into his nostrils, mingles with his aura, and the thought flees his brain for more primal ones.
he pushes his hips up, finally moving, at the touch to the soft fur that rests between his legs. he huffs; he’s not even half-hard, and there’s already a drip of precum to fall onto the oni-human’s hand. kaden finds himself licking his own lips while he flattens a hand against koujaku’s arm and splays his fingers before curling against the shifting skin, the growing muscle. it’s. so large now?
he laughs. he just laughs. ]
Even if I told you to—hah—stop, you wouldn’t be able to. [ it’s not a question. it’s an answer. with what’s still present in his mind, he’s doing his best to look (at least, you know, facially?) that he has some composure. ] Do what you have to do.
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The arm under Kaden's hand trembles and twitches, hot to the touch. Koujaku snarls, sounding more beast than man in a moment of pure frustration. His shoulders hunch and he squeezes the delicate sheath of Kaden's body tighter, stroking the fur to milk out more of the slick that had fallen to dot his fingers.
What he has to do is taste it.
And he does, licking up with a bright red tongue and bliss shutting his eyes. Koujaku shivers, a moan echoing in this throat. Kaden's precome is salty and rich on his tongue, beyond agreeable to his tastebuds when it shouldn't be. The taste spurs him to gather Kaden up in his arms and stand. He hefts the fox up higher, clawed fingers digging lightly into each cheek of the his ass and kisses him. He has to taste him there too.
He walks them forward until Kaden is pressed up against the wide trunk of a nearby tree. Insisting harsh, claiming kisses with each step.]
Talk. [The order is crushed out once Koujaku frees up Kaden's lips to suck at the skin of his throat. Kaden's voice has helped ground him more than once so far. So, if he can just...listen. Maybe, he won't lose himself.
Funny. How many times in the past has he demanded Kaden to stop speaking and let him focus?] Keep talking to me.
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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. ]
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Kaden's touches soothe the beastly surging, or seem to. Koujaku huffs at the touch to his face and turns his head into the foxes' palm, seeking more. He breathes in Kaden's scent there, though the twisting musk of arousal trailing up continues to call to him.]
Usually you are trying to make me mess up. Or you are being too loud.
[The roll of his voice is gruff but him. Koujaku's eyes widen in surprise when Kaden pushes into his chest. The flickering of furry ears tickle at his face, prompting him to nuzzle back and marvel at how soft they were. Just like the tail brushing his against his hands.
Comforting (and it is, he realizes) that this feels, Koujaku can only stand the lull for a few moments. Kaden continues to talk on and Koujaku jostles him back against the tree. His hold switches from the fox's ass to his hips and he pins him there as he gets down on his knee, level with the scent driving him mad. Kaden's legs are placed over his shoulders. Koujaku presses his face against into the kitsune's groin again, finding the full and hard thrust of his strange cock with a groan and a shudder strong enough to shake them both.
He could be imagining it, but his tongue feels longer? He can lick up Kaden's entire length in one swipe. He traces the veins and mouths away those slips of pre-release he hadn't gotten yet. It's easy for him to take Kaden into his mouth too and he sucks curiously, moaning again when his own arousal kicks against his clothing.
Going to Kaden's hamlet sounds like a fantastic idea in the muddled desire-warped state that Koujaku falls deeper in now that he has what he needs. Like this, he'd follow him anywhere as long as he could pin him down and have him when he wants.
...which is as far away from breaking this new curse as one can get.]
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and above all of that, there’s still the surge only a sexual encounter between predator and prey could bring to the table—or against a tree. not only is there lust, but there’s a real sense of danger that contradicts how cutely kaden’s ears tickle koujaku’s chin. there’s an urgency in kaden’s nuzzling, and he sniffs the air on occasion as he does, drinking in every scent.
but when that lull is over, he’s just as ready to keep going. his only replies are in warm, panting breaths and whimpers of pleasure. he moves his hands to koujaku’s back as he gets lower, claws digging into the skin and leaving trails in their wake. the sight of this demon-human-friend paying so much attention to his cock is wild; it’s a sight he’ll never be able to forget.
it’s almost as if he’s tamed the beast. ]
You’re...you’re doing this? Hah. I told you—I’m irresistible. Really...
[ he’s amazed koujaku is using this newfound strength to pleasure him. it sends a rush down kaden’s spine and directly to his dick. he can almost feel the arousal moving through him, making him throb with want, all his cock save for a bulbous knot at the base now exposed to the warm air radiating off the both of them.
my, what a big tongue you have, he wants to tease. but he can’t. he whimpers in pleasure and then moans, gasps. he leaves his legs spread, makes it easier for koujaku to access his cock, his balls, his thighs. when koujaku starts to suck, the kitsune’s knees buckle and he presses weight against his new favorite non-kitsune to help balance himself.
but it’s not as much weight as before, he’s not as big as before. that frail feeling that should leave him feeling vulnerable as koujaku searches for and craves more energy, but instead he finds the state he’s in more exciting than usual, at least a little. he’s not a human—whatever happens between them now will surely be wild, and he intends to make it to the end without a single regret. ]
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He's paying attention to what creates gasps from the little kitsune, what makes him moan. The hidden bulge at the base of Kaden's cock pulls out a frustrated whine from Koujaku's own throat as he noses at it. It's strange, he's never seen or tasted something like that before but it's his too. And he should have everything that's his unhindered.]
Kaden.
[Koujaku works a livid mark into the delicate flesh of Kaden's inner thigh. His teeth snap at the same spot, shy of piercing through. The instinct to sink them in itches in his jaws, but he pulls back from it. His hands come around Kaden's thighs as he helps hold them open, curling tight as his body echoes the same inward draw.
Like a festival's drumbeat, he can hear his pulse pounding in his ears. His breathing has hiked back to a ragged pitch once more. Koujaku hides the lower half of his face against Kaden's skin and groans. The two building points of pressure in his forehead mount and intensify. Yet, unlike how they'd felt at the beginning of his transformation, the push of them feels like working out the knots of stiff muscles on days after he's hunted or trained especially hard. A pleasurable, satisfying pain.
The skin of his forehead tents. Koujaku shakes his head in much the way a dog would trying to fling away a bad itch. It's too much. He fears again, husking out Kaden's name. To keep from tearing into the foxes' legs he changes his hold into a loop of his left arm around Kaden's waist. His right hand goes clawing down the bark of the tree once the thinning skin on his forehead splits open with a gush of release echoed in the throb of precome he spills into his underwear. Fresh blood scents in the air and delicate trails of that blood trickle down his face. From the torn skin twin horns press upward more than outward, bone white and peeking through the bright red fall of his bangs as they continue to grow in slow pulses.]
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but probably sooner than later. the lust in the air is almost tangible, and thoughts of what they could both do to each other, with each other dance through his mind for brief seconds. he’s snapped back out of it when he hears his name muttered, and he replies only by saying koujaku’s name as well, as breathlessly and huskily as he can, solely for the purpose of trying to turn his friend on more. he pushes his hips forward, smearing precum against koujaku’s cheek after his thighs are bitten so possessively, and...
...and something’s happening again. he instantly falls back into his more supportive mood once that smell of lust in the air is tainted with the scent of koujaku's human side's fear. ]
Shhh, shh. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.
[ as koujaku moves his arms, he can hear the scratching of claws into bark. if koujaku wasn’t controlling himself, he knows his human-demon bud could’ve slashed his thigh more than kaden was capable of handling. but he isn’t. the scent of blood fills the air, but it’s not his own. his hand reaches out and finds the one raking against the tree, and he pulls it just enough to quickly slide his own hand underneath it. he holds koujaku’s hand tenderly and affectionately, squeezing it like he might if they truly were mutual friends before this, or even if they were something more than that. he also whips his tail in front of him, brushing it against koujaku’s cheek where blood stains the orange of his fur. ]
It hurts, doesn’t it? Here—use my tail. [ for wiping blood onto, if he chooses to. ] I don’t think it’s over yet, but you’re the toughest guy I know. We’ve got this under control, don’t we?
[ his tone is quiet, but encouraging. he reaches down with his other hand, rubbing his finger around the base of one of those new horns. it might hurt like a motherfucker, but kaden has met horned demons before, has enough knowledge to bet that his touch will be soothing, comforting like he’s scratching an itch koujaku can’t himself. he doesn’t mind his hand getting bloody. he’ll taste the blood for himself soon enough. it’s a demon thing—he bets koujaku’s blood is delicious. ]
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He makes it almost good.
Koujaku nuzzles his cleaner cheek against the soft down of Kaden's tail, giving the smaller hand under his own a grateful squeeze.]
Yes. [Rasped. Yes, it hurts. Yes, he knows it's not over even with these horns and yes, with Kaden present he is as under control as he can be while becoming something unknown to them both.
The least he can do in return is give Kaden pleasure for what he's brought down upon them and the state he has riled him to, right? That thought seems natural as the sudden growth of his horns begins to slow as they reach completion. Koujaku pants, letting the last shudder work its way through him to the earth before he returns to what he had been doing before the latest interruption. There is drying evidence of Kaden's need on his cheek, after all.
He laps at Kaden's length with his longer tongue, begins licking, pleasuring, as much as he can until he must have it in his mouth and he must give more so he can have what he needs. What they both need. He doesn't seem to mind the taste and is so hungry for the feel of something hot and full of potential that he can suck on. Koujaku finds that he can fit nearly all of Kaden in his mouth and the strange brush of the sharp tip does not seem to both his throat in the least.
But is it good enough? The beast in him -- that he is -- is growing impatient, restless under his skin. He could give Kaden even more, something tells him, but not like this. Not until he's fed. So to bring them there he tries sucking harder and revisits those particular spots that made the fox gasp above him or tighten the grip of his thighs around his shoulders. He rumbles, voicing his wordless demands without pulling away or allowing Kaden a moment of respite.]
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but then again, he doesn’t want competition for the best tail...
he’s quiet again after his little speech. he lets the physical affection speak for itself aside from a ‘there, there’ and softly saying his name a few moments later. it’s during this lull in their sexual passions that he lifts his hand to his face and makes no attempt at hiding how his tongue flicks out and drags down his finger, then dipping into the space between one finger and the next. the sound that comes from his lips when he’s done is a contented sigh—demon blood can be so exquisite, and koujaku’s is no exception.
when the pace picks up so quickly again, he yelps a little in surprise, though it’s followed by amused laughter. he curls his head inward, chin pointing at his chest as he watches the sight of koujaku taking in as much of his veiny cock as he can—every inch save for the knot protruding from his sheath now. he bucks his hips slowly, cautiously, at least as much as he can while he’s panting like the common tavern whore. he doesn’t want to brush against a fang, not with this part of his body, but koujaku is so overwhelming, his mouth so inviting--!
his legs quiver beneath him as he notes koujaku’s tendency to trace his tongue exactly where kaden likes, how he sucks like he’s done this many times before. it keeps a grin on kaden’s face until his hand slips away from koujaku’s as he shifts. floundering for a place to put it, he firmly grasps one of koujaku’s horns—shit. wait. wait, no. with a smirk that interrupts his gasping and moaning, he grabs the other horn with his opposite hand and pushes. he pushes downward and doesn’t relent, keeping koujaku’s face centered right on his dick.
with kaden’s heart racing so loud koujaku can hear it and that longer tongue and expert mouth, koujaku isn’t going to have to wait long for kaden to let go of his horns. he’s close, and he knows he doesn’t have to say it. ]
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There is a very distinct sound to Kaden's imminent mischief, after all.
Then there's pressure but external for once. Koujaku grunts, bracing against the push which hitches Kaden higher against the tree and brings the swell of his arousal into easy, effortless reach for Koujaku's hungry mouth. Automatically, Koujaku's gone to adjust how he's holding the fox, his clawed hands sinking into the giving flesh of his backside. He pricks into Kaden's flesh once again, drawn to the new exposure of Kaden's knot right in front of him. With a pleased growl he licks at it, sucks the taut side and then shifts his head, maneuvering them both with a toss of his head like a great lazy beast so that the sharp tip of Kaden's cock slides back into his mouth.
Koujaku pushes a little against Kaden's ass, testing. Could he move like that? Could he thrust himself in to take his pleasure now that he's so close?]
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but to his delight, his favorite person of the week embraces it. and koujaku’s always been handsome, but his demonic face next to kaden’s cock? there couldn’t be a prettier sight. ]
You’re...so good at this. You’ve done this before?
[ he’s not expecting an answer, not with koujaku’s mouth so occupied. he winces when he’s pushed harder against the tree, gsps excided when clawed hands rake over his skin more intensely than before. the tip of his tail wags somewhere to the side, forgotten and unimportant for now. he finds it so difficult not to fidget, and so he pushes his hips forward again, relishing in the feel of koujaku’s tongue against his knot and again when his cock is back in his mouth. koujaku is so warm and so inviting for his throbbing cock, even if his body and actions seem to suggest the opposite. what they’re doing is something only demons could understand, maybe.
he shifts his stance, spreading his legs more at koujaku’s insistence. he’s still holding onto his horns, but he finally breaks one hand off to reach in and stroke koujaku’s hair and scalp, scritching him like he would a real beast. there’s some irony here considering which one of them is the fox, but he has to reward such good behavior. ]
Keep going. Hah.
[ did he say those words, or did he just think them? he can’t tell. he just wants to watch koujaku’s face, and it’s so hard to think about words. ]
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He rumbles again at the feel of Kaden's nails scratching through the thick mass of his hair, very much like appeasing a wild and barely leashed thing. He sucks, laps at the heated length in his mouth with every lash of his tongue a deliberate effort to coil Kaden's pleasure tighter until he could no longer hold it back. More and more while fanged impatience starts to well up in him. He feels...starved.
So terribly hungry.
And it begins to become an affront that for how good it feels, it's not enough to usher the fox over the edge. He's impatient. Leagues away from the man who would tend to lovemaking for hours if the night allowed.
Koujaku shakes his head, pulling off with a growl spilling from his mouth. Kaden's jostled because he needs his hand free to wrap around the heat of Kaden's cock, though it comes with the small mercy of his other arm securing itself between Kaden's back and the tree. Koujaku's mouth leaves pricking kisses along the side of Kaden's stomach. He strokes him in a tight grip, eventually venturing down to the swell of his knot and observing what friction and pressure from a testing squeeze.
He bows his head once more, the tip of his tongue licking at the pointed end of Kaden's shaft. He needs this. He needs more than the sweet appetizer of Kaden's precome.]
Feed me.
[Comes the demand that sounds so very far from himself.]
Kaden, give it to me.
[Or tell him what else he has to do before this hunger eats him through.]
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but it’s still different. this is unlike anything he’s ever done before, and he’s closer to the edge than koujaku realizes. a loud gasp that comes too close to accompanying an orgasm is pushed back by a fang digging into his tongue. he might be a bit selfish here, mixing pain into his pleasure to keep him riding all this attention longer. but he can’t help it. his entire body is at koujaku’s mercy, all senses trained on him. his breathing is rapid, his chest rising and falling with each moan and gasp. his hands are clumsy, occasionally gripping hair too hard or slipping off of that horn only to come right back on.
he’s close—his muscles tense then melt as koujaku kisses along his abs, squeezes him, jerks him, worships his knot. it’s been so long since he’s been so thoroughly ravished, ears down as he huffs, tail still twitching at the tip. fear or not, he deserves this, and—
'Kaden, give it to me.’
he’s not the kind of fox who cums on command, but he can’t help it now. even if he wanted to be contrary, there’s no way to give in to that husky way koujaku demands him to ‘feed’ him, even says his name. koujaku fucks the same way he fights when he’s in his fox form. maybe he’s even more animal than kaden right now.
kaden cries out, the hint of a chuckle preceeding his one word. ]
Koujaku!
[ he pushes back against the tree, bark digging into his skin, hands holding koujaku as tight as they can. his orgasm arrives quickly and powerfully, even if he’s not quite as big as he used to be. wave after wave of his semen, his essence, spill forth from his cock—where it all ends up is entirely up to koujaku, but he’s going to need to support kaden no matter what he chooses. ]
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Then he catches up with the program and ensures that nothing else gets wasted. He covers Kaden's twitching cock with his mouth and lets the heated salt and power fill his mouth, slide down his throat and coil in his belly. The taste of it is strong and animal but it's the power that comes along which makes it feel like the best thing he's tasted in his life. Koujaku tightens his grip around the little fox, drinking and sucking to encourage more, while giving that needed support. The least he could do.
He's fed. And like after a great feast at his clan's estate, Koujaku sags backwards once they're both finished -- Kaden with his pleasure, him with devouring each bit of it. He feels flushed and too full again, the changes in his body beginning to restlessly stir now that there's enough to finish the course.
Koujaku holds Kaden to him after drawing his legs from his shoulders and sprawls on his back with the fox on top of him, panting and licking his lips. He moves them so that Kaden's tucked against the burning warmth of his neck and rests on his chest, freeing up an arm so that he can gather up that first spill of come on his face and suck it off his fingers. Like he has no care or concern for decorum any longer. All that matters is not wasting what he's been given.]
I...
[There's the flush, though he's still set on finishing that particular task in what he feels will be a very brief lull in riot of this from how badly he is stretching out the typically generous confines of his fudoshi.]
Kaden. You... [Is he smaller? Did he take too much? There's the flush, thought that doesn't keep him from stopping until he's got every last trace. What does he mean to say? He doesn't know. So he gives up searching for words and lets his voice rumble along.] Damn Fox.
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he’s definitely never had an orgasm this strong or drawn out, either. he pants and whimpers, thrusting his hips forward, moaning with each wave of his hot semen that koujaku is so quick to gulp down. he’s surrendering his power so literally here, and he can’t say he disapproves. there’s that pull behind his groin, behind his balls as he empties out, exhausts himself, but it’s so worth it.
it’s fucked up, what they’re doing. koujaku is turning into a demon, and he’s submitting to keep him from going insane. hah. it’s beautiful, he decides, koujaku pulling off of him...er, nope, pulling him down with him. there are no complaints from him. it’ll take him a few minutes (he hopes) to restore his aura, which makes koujaku’s chest especially appealing to rest against. and intensity aside, kaden has a smug grin on his lips from performing exactly as he ought to. it was good for both of them, and he can take pride in that.
he even lifts his head and cranes his neck, stealing some of his own cum from koujaku’s fingers as a playful challenge. it’s only a lick or two’s worth, he lets koujaku finish the rest of the mess on his face himself. ]
If you’re not going to use my name, you could at least praise me a little.
[ but from his position atop koujaku, he can feel something shifting down lower, closer to his leg. he pushes up just enough that he can turn down and see quite the impressive bulge forming in koujaku’s fundoshi. it’s hot as hell, and he reaches back with a hand, palming him for a brief second just to see how he takes it. ]
It feels like you need a little help, too.
[ it's not meant to be solely a taunt. he's still trying to figure out what he can do. are his own urges a distraction kaden will have to take care of for him, too? ]
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Little feels like an understatement.
[The hunter grits it out between his clenched sharp teeth, reaching down to relief the pressure trapping him and chase away the fox's hands to get at the ties of his hakama. He tears the holding knots apart, yanking them loose until he can shove the fabric down. His smallclothes create an even more obscene bulge, one that strains upwards, lifting the fabric as the impossible thickness of his cock twitches in the air. He can sight all the way down his body and see the swollen, cramped mass of his sex and the need to be free overrides his embarrassment.
It's all a little difficult to do with Kaden sitting on top of him, yet he's loathe to dislodge the fox. His hakama ties were easier in reach but that to his fudoshi? He can only reach one side.
Koujaku grunts. His cock wets the thin cotton again. A lewd string of it drips down onto his groin, mixing in with the thatch of bright red hair.]
The other side, Kaden.
[Maybe that's a little better. Does it help if he directs in what he wants?]