[ ryuu is shaped like everything that kogami has ever desired, honey-warm but just as raw, his own instincts chafing, demanding to be met, for someone to see him as he is -- the entire terrible, jagged edge of him. in this dappled light ryuu is achingly beautiful, and something in him clicks in place, as if what he has hungered for has presented itself on a silver platter, to be devoured, taken, swallowed whole so it fills that impossible yearning, the way blood roars, heaving within his ribs.
ryuu looks at him that way, burnished gold and gentle but strong, and the animal in him relishes an equal, soft features but that overwhelming scent of ryuu's answering arousal and willingness damn near undoes him. he can taste it on his tongue, the richness of his excitement, the memory of their first kiss shared in winter's light, ryuu bundled up in kogami's scarf.
he can handle it, there's no doubt, and so kogami growls a ragged apology and meets him halfway, grabbing him by the back of his neck and hauling him in, pinning him against the back of the door as it slams shut.
locks. and now it's kogami in his space, in his territory with the one person he desires, eyes a ravenous, feral blue. god, but ryuu smells so delicious, lush and ripe with sex that he can't help but lick a stripe up his neck, canines sharp as he scents him, fingers digging into the back of his neck to keep him there.
it's going to hurt, but kogami will have him. claim him. ]
You don't smell enough like me. [ he snarls softly, other hand sliding up the muscles of his abs to mark his territory, keep him pinned. ] ... You will.
[ the air changes when the door shuts behind them, ryuu's back colliding with it under kogami's strength. it knocks a gasp out of him, thick with noise, and his heart shivers in his chest. heat cascades through his body, pushing at the boundaries of his skin, making his pulse ripple up into the thinnest spaces on him. ryuu doesn't dare deny him his neck, swallowing the feverish scent of him as teeth rake over hot skin. it raises, reddened, a heady mix of his own blood and kogami's spit sharp in his nose. it's so gratifying that his mouth wets in anticipation.
that thick tail of his lashes behind him, thumps against the door, and his ears pin forward attentively, attuned to every snarl, every brush of skin. the red moon in him is rising, plentiful in its fight, but ryuu has come to an understanding with it, even if it's an imperfect alliance.
never has he felt that more acutely than now, palms balancing on kogami's broad shoulders so he can arch into the passage of fingers over his body. he can't move far - the man looming against him is strong. so strong. his body aches for that strength to break its worth on him down to the very roots of his teeth. a low growl sounds in his gut, his throat. ]
I can't be satisfied... [ his fingertips curl, claws sinking into kogami's skin, rending the fabric of his singlet with ease. it's an errant gesture; he just can't stay still. ] If it's just yours.
[ ryuu claws downwards on him, breathing in above one of his human ears as the scent of breaking skin floods the air. ]
[ the red moon in kogami reigns, bloodbeast overwhelming and ferocious, locked into the wilder nature kogami keeps smoothly under wraps. they are one and the same, even if the intensity of his instincts is overwhelming. ryuu feeds into it, fans the flames that kogami allows to go out of control -- just for a little while.
he has never felt more alive, more attuned to the hunt -- ryuu is more than prey, he realises; ryuu is just like him, just as strong and just as demanding, and he echoes that snarl, seeing in him a kindred, a beast who would go every mile with him. he doesn't have to worry about hurting him, especially when ryuu draws blood first.
the pain is refreshing, flaring bright as he grunts, shirt and skin tearing, shared blood mingling with kogami bites down on his shoulder, canines piercing skin -- he tastes iron and sweat and musk, and he's pulling him forward, delighted and thrilled by him, roaring to dominate.
his tail lashes back and forth, excited by the hunt, except now this is not so much a pursuit as it is two beasts tangled in each other. he pushes him right down to the carpet, blood trickling down his arms and lips curled in wild approval. turnaround, of course, is fair play -- kogami rips off his shirt, hands sliding down to grip, to yank.
he's wearing too many clothes, ryuu, and he trails blood and kisses down those pecs, over his heart, fingers digging hard into his hips. he shivers now, remembering the echo of those words, that promise, and once the pants are off he looms over him, teeth bared and shiny with ryuu's blood.
[ this is what captivation looks like. dark, feverish, fast. it sweeps away every thought he has and leaves his focus honed in on kogami and the way he moves, as if his scent is preceding his every motion, shaping him, telling ryuu how to move with him in kind. sanguis might grip him, but all it wrings from between its fingers is his balance, his unconquerable synergy. it's never been enough for him to simply be hunted and overcome - it's not in his blood. his soul is made of tougher stuff.
that's his paradox, laying on the floor with his belly showing, scorching body stripped of all its clothing and left adorned with only movement and blood. kogami's over him, and it's the most difficult thing he's ever done, not reaching to clutch to him, to arch and rut and tear him open so he can pour out over him. the puncture wounds in his shoulder burn and his nerves clutch tightly to the sensation, singing.
instead, he lets him pull back to catch a glimpse of those eyes, that smile, and god, if it doesn't go right to his head. he's beautiful in the way that dangerous things so often are, like he's offering himself up to the muzzle, the maw of the beast. ]
Not just yours.
[ and not anyone else's either. ears flicked forward, unafraid, he reaches across himself to paw at the blood running off from kogami's bite mark with already-stained fingers. he drags his fingertips down, over the swell of his chest as he breathes, leaving a deep, luscious red smear behind.
[ this, too, is what intoxication looks like. ryuu smears his own blood down kogami's chest, right over his heart, and something in him fundamentally shifts.
theirs, then. ryuu's and kogami's, and the beast in him rumbles -- quelled just a touch by his offering. together.
ryuu is speaking his language, slipping into the same primeval space that drives them both, and suddenly kogami cannot be close enough to him, and he lowers his head to kiss him deeply, mingling blood and spit as he licks deeply into his mouth, glutting himself on him. the darkest spaces of him is filled with everything that ryuu is, the scent and taste of him, wild and unbridled.
gods, but the wolf in him is overwhelming in its passion and bloodlust, and when ryuu offers kogami takes, breaking the kiss only to spit on blood-smeared fingers, sliding them underneath him to seek him out shamelessly. this is the other half of him now found, mate, even if kogami doesn't understand it. he's blindly reaching for the lubricant in discarded pants only to find it just out of reach, and when he breaks the kiss he simply pushes two fingers of his free hand in that gorgeous, lush, full mouth, intention clear.
suck. lick.
his tail is tucked behind him, brushing against ryuu's where it's pinned underneath, as if recognising someone worthy, someone like him -- and the surge of chroma, the sheer pleasure of it makes him gasp. ]
[ it's such an easy balancing of the scales, a natural level in their equilibrium, steeped in red and gravitational like celestial bodies as it is. ryuu hadn't come here to prove or change anything. he hadn't come to surrender. he came here to show kogami that it's not only him - that it doesn't have to only be him. he came here to meet him, eye to eye and heart to heart.
that willingness prevails as fingertips break the seam of his mouth to alleviate the emptiness he feels when kogami withdraws his undone kisses. ryuu's lips part for them, plush and soft as he takes him in, past the first knuckle, then second, up and up until they're almost fully buried in him. a breath pours from his nose and he muffles a whine into the digits, aching to be clutched around him in as many ways as he can. his tongue curls against the bottoms of kogami's fingers, sucking at him, slicking skin with the ample just-kissed heat of his mouth. he doesn't have to fully understand it to embrace the instincts that leave him so wanting, pretty lips working over his skin until it shines and drips.
chroma rises in time with his pulse, and his ears give a restless flicker atop his head, mussing locks of hair. pulling back, ryuu looks him in the eye as his lips pop off the tips of his wet fingers; it's dark, fearless gold on steely blue. there's no famine to be found poised between his thighs, only a feast.
as if in acceptance of him, ryuu rolls his body low beneath kogami, knees coming to steeples on either side him as he spreads his legs with a swipe of his tail, offering new skin, sex, the scent of his single desire thickening between them.
[ kogami finds himself helplessly swept up in his orbit, like waves colliding and becoming one, becoming greater -- he swears he can hear the beat of ryuu's heart with his own, that this has long ceased to become a fight; not for dominance, not conquest. something fundamental has shifted within the space of these moments, when ryuu slots into all the raw, ragged spaces between beast and man; all men are an island until they aren't.
ryuu tethers kogami to himself, invites him out of the madness of raging instincts, and in the embrace of his tender sacrifice he presents a feast, the rich, primal scent of sex filling his nostrils, his head, going right down to his thickened, flushed cock, heavy and proud between muscled thighs.
finally he can put a name to what he craves -- golden-eyed and fearlessly bold, a vivid, compelling vision of perfection distilled into one man. ryuu, and everything in him becomes a guttural symphony of soaring desire, a liturgy mapped between his thighs, and kogami can do nothing but worship.
he seals his lips over that pretty, pretty mouth hungrily, two wet fingers sliding up inside of him, insistent but threaded with the last vestige of tenderness. he's tight, almost impossibly so, and kogami licks hungrily into his mouth, tongue tangling with his before he pulls away, shared spit onto his free hand to slick up his own cock. even in his most feral he remains unwilling to hurt more than he ought, and ryuu's soft whines strike him deep, the animal in him rearing to provide, to soothe.
soon, he wants to say. soon, he'll be buried inside the impossibly intoxicating clutch of him, soon he'll see what this beautiful creature looks like, impaled on his cock. kogami will drown in him, and in the depths of his chest is a quiet, bestial chuff, wordless and new. the moon opens up new capillaries of affection, through which the nascent pulses of love, impulse, and instinct surge, and kogami is drunk on all of it, when he kisses him anew, fingers working him open to press the thick, full head of his dripping cock against his puckered, blood-spit slick little hole. ]
[ to each their own, until the collision of stars yields new life among the destruction and the dust, before logic and order rise and only nature reigns - burning, strong, attractive. his blood pulls in his body, surfacing in response to the rush of kogami's. he feels it beneath his skin, in his breathing. he's close. so close, but not close enough. motion supplants the pain of taking him, the desire to lay the beast in him bare before kogami. his heart runs wild in his body, dragging the thin edges of his pulse along behind it, the desire to be full of the man above him soothing the raw edges of his nerves.
into his mouth, ryuu shudders a breath - a deep, appreciative growl. that cock of his tests the limits of his patience as it eases at him, hot, thickened flesh sinking into tight muscle with an aching slowness. it hollows the breath from his chest and makes him squirm under his devouring weight. ryuu sinks his teeth into their kiss, slow and deliberate. more. he can handle so much more of him.
thighs locking about him, ryuu reaches up to grasp kogami's sides, fingers kneading and clawing on toned muscle to draw him in further. his blunted nails dig crescents into him that extend into long, violent red clawmarks just as the moon would descend along a broad horizon. turn, glow, crash into him. leave him marveling, addicted to this path.
inch by inch, ryuu encourages him to sheath the length of him inside, deeper and quicker, no matter the resistance kogami meets with only relentless heat, blood, and spit paving the way. his own cock has filled out, silken hot skin over the hard flesh as it bobs with each cant of his hips. he's so heavy that it's unbearable, and ryuu breaks the kiss with a gasp, arching into his and baring his neck where his skin lays at its thinnest. ]
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ryuu looks at him that way, burnished gold and gentle but strong, and the animal in him relishes an equal, soft features but that overwhelming scent of ryuu's answering arousal and willingness damn near undoes him. he can taste it on his tongue, the richness of his excitement, the memory of their first kiss shared in winter's light, ryuu bundled up in kogami's scarf.
he can handle it, there's no doubt, and so kogami growls a ragged apology and meets him halfway, grabbing him by the back of his neck and hauling him in, pinning him against the back of the door as it slams shut.
locks. and now it's kogami in his space, in his territory with the one person he desires, eyes a ravenous, feral blue. god, but ryuu smells so delicious, lush and ripe with sex that he can't help but lick a stripe up his neck, canines sharp as he scents him, fingers digging into the back of his neck to keep him there.
it's going to hurt, but kogami will have him. claim him. ]
You don't smell enough like me. [ he snarls softly, other hand sliding up the muscles of his abs to mark his territory, keep him pinned. ] ... You will.
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that thick tail of his lashes behind him, thumps against the door, and his ears pin forward attentively, attuned to every snarl, every brush of skin. the red moon in him is rising, plentiful in its fight, but ryuu has come to an understanding with it, even if it's an imperfect alliance.
never has he felt that more acutely than now, palms balancing on kogami's broad shoulders so he can arch into the passage of fingers over his body. he can't move far - the man looming against him is strong. so strong. his body aches for that strength to break its worth on him down to the very roots of his teeth. a low growl sounds in his gut, his throat. ]
I can't be satisfied... [ his fingertips curl, claws sinking into kogami's skin, rending the fabric of his singlet with ease. it's an errant gesture; he just can't stay still. ] If it's just yours.
[ ryuu claws downwards on him, breathing in above one of his human ears as the scent of breaking skin floods the air. ]
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he has never felt more alive, more attuned to the hunt -- ryuu is more than prey, he realises; ryuu is just like him, just as strong and just as demanding, and he echoes that snarl, seeing in him a kindred, a beast who would go every mile with him. he doesn't have to worry about hurting him, especially when ryuu draws blood first.
the pain is refreshing, flaring bright as he grunts, shirt and skin tearing, shared blood mingling with kogami bites down on his shoulder, canines piercing skin -- he tastes iron and sweat and musk, and he's pulling him forward, delighted and thrilled by him, roaring to dominate.
his tail lashes back and forth, excited by the hunt, except now this is not so much a pursuit as it is two beasts tangled in each other. he pushes him right down to the carpet, blood trickling down his arms and lips curled in wild approval. turnaround, of course, is fair play -- kogami rips off his shirt, hands sliding down to grip, to yank.
he's wearing too many clothes, ryuu, and he trails blood and kisses down those pecs, over his heart, fingers digging hard into his hips. he shivers now, remembering the echo of those words, that promise, and once the pants are off he looms over him, teeth bared and shiny with ryuu's blood.
he licks his lips, challenging: ]
Not just mine, Ryuu?
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that's his paradox, laying on the floor with his belly showing, scorching body stripped of all its clothing and left adorned with only movement and blood. kogami's over him, and it's the most difficult thing he's ever done, not reaching to clutch to him, to arch and rut and tear him open so he can pour out over him. the puncture wounds in his shoulder burn and his nerves clutch tightly to the sensation, singing.
instead, he lets him pull back to catch a glimpse of those eyes, that smile, and god, if it doesn't go right to his head. he's beautiful in the way that dangerous things so often are, like he's offering himself up to the muzzle, the maw of the beast. ]
Not just yours.
[ and not anyone else's either. ears flicked forward, unafraid, he reaches across himself to paw at the blood running off from kogami's bite mark with already-stained fingers. he drags his fingertips down, over the swell of his chest as he breathes, leaving a deep, luscious red smear behind.
his blood has worth too, like this. ]
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theirs, then. ryuu's and kogami's, and the beast in him rumbles -- quelled just a touch by his offering. together.
ryuu is speaking his language, slipping into the same primeval space that drives them both, and suddenly kogami cannot be close enough to him, and he lowers his head to kiss him deeply, mingling blood and spit as he licks deeply into his mouth, glutting himself on him. the darkest spaces of him is filled with everything that ryuu is, the scent and taste of him, wild and unbridled.
gods, but the wolf in him is overwhelming in its passion and bloodlust, and when ryuu offers kogami takes, breaking the kiss only to spit on blood-smeared fingers, sliding them underneath him to seek him out shamelessly. this is the other half of him now found, mate, even if kogami doesn't understand it. he's blindly reaching for the lubricant in discarded pants only to find it just out of reach, and when he breaks the kiss he simply pushes two fingers of his free hand in that gorgeous, lush, full mouth, intention clear.
suck. lick.
his tail is tucked behind him, brushing against ryuu's where it's pinned underneath, as if recognising someone worthy, someone like him -- and the surge of chroma, the sheer pleasure of it makes him gasp. ]
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that willingness prevails as fingertips break the seam of his mouth to alleviate the emptiness he feels when kogami withdraws his undone kisses. ryuu's lips part for them, plush and soft as he takes him in, past the first knuckle, then second, up and up until they're almost fully buried in him. a breath pours from his nose and he muffles a whine into the digits, aching to be clutched around him in as many ways as he can. his tongue curls against the bottoms of kogami's fingers, sucking at him, slicking skin with the ample just-kissed heat of his mouth. he doesn't have to fully understand it to embrace the instincts that leave him so wanting, pretty lips working over his skin until it shines and drips.
chroma rises in time with his pulse, and his ears give a restless flicker atop his head, mussing locks of hair. pulling back, ryuu looks him in the eye as his lips pop off the tips of his wet fingers; it's dark, fearless gold on steely blue. there's no famine to be found poised between his thighs, only a feast.
as if in acceptance of him, ryuu rolls his body low beneath kogami, knees coming to steeples on either side him as he spreads his legs with a swipe of his tail, offering new skin, sex, the scent of his single desire thickening between them.
mate. ]
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ryuu tethers kogami to himself, invites him out of the madness of raging instincts, and in the embrace of his tender sacrifice he presents a feast, the rich, primal scent of sex filling his nostrils, his head, going right down to his thickened, flushed cock, heavy and proud between muscled thighs.
finally he can put a name to what he craves -- golden-eyed and fearlessly bold, a vivid, compelling vision of perfection distilled into one man. ryuu, and everything in him becomes a guttural symphony of soaring desire, a liturgy mapped between his thighs, and kogami can do nothing but worship.
he seals his lips over that pretty, pretty mouth hungrily, two wet fingers sliding up inside of him, insistent but threaded with the last vestige of tenderness. he's tight, almost impossibly so, and kogami licks hungrily into his mouth, tongue tangling with his before he pulls away, shared spit onto his free hand to slick up his own cock. even in his most feral he remains unwilling to hurt more than he ought, and ryuu's soft whines strike him deep, the animal in him rearing to provide, to soothe.
soon, he wants to say. soon, he'll be buried inside the impossibly intoxicating clutch of him, soon he'll see what this beautiful creature looks like, impaled on his cock. kogami will drown in him, and in the depths of his chest is a quiet, bestial chuff, wordless and new. the moon opens up new capillaries of affection, through which the nascent pulses of love, impulse, and instinct surge, and kogami is drunk on all of it, when he kisses him anew, fingers working him open to press the thick, full head of his dripping cock against his puckered, blood-spit slick little hole. ]
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into his mouth, ryuu shudders a breath - a deep, appreciative growl. that cock of his tests the limits of his patience as it eases at him, hot, thickened flesh sinking into tight muscle with an aching slowness. it hollows the breath from his chest and makes him squirm under his devouring weight. ryuu sinks his teeth into their kiss, slow and deliberate. more. he can handle so much more of him.
thighs locking about him, ryuu reaches up to grasp kogami's sides, fingers kneading and clawing on toned muscle to draw him in further. his blunted nails dig crescents into him that extend into long, violent red clawmarks just as the moon would descend along a broad horizon. turn, glow, crash into him. leave him marveling, addicted to this path.
inch by inch, ryuu encourages him to sheath the length of him inside, deeper and quicker, no matter the resistance kogami meets with only relentless heat, blood, and spit paving the way. his own cock has filled out, silken hot skin over the hard flesh as it bobs with each cant of his hips. he's so heavy that it's unbearable, and ryuu breaks the kiss with a gasp, arching into his and baring his neck where his skin lays at its thinnest. ]
Your teeth...
[ use them. he needs it. ]