Cause each time you make me taste it [RP entry- closed]

[wishgazer]

Characters: Monou "Kamui" Fuuma and Squall "Leon" Leonhart
Location: Somewhere in Traverse Town
Summary: It's a hard knock life, most especially when you're living in a world full of bastards who are out to get your heart.

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[austering]

Better than most of the time, isn't it? [More of that exasperation. But largely just for show. There wasn't the same ice-cold bite, or that careful monotone that came with true irritation. The only thing he could ever be really irritated with would but how horribly inconvenient that tone was.

"Kamui" was awfully good at pressing too many of the right buttons.

Belts dealt with, and without missing much of a beat, fingers were tugging the soft, white cotton t-shirt out of where it was tucked into leather pants. He's done it enough times with "Kamui" around that it doesn't really bother him anymore, doesn't egg Leon into a quick tug of it. He's not really aware that he's appealing, but he can take a casual air about it; stretching arms over his head to peal the material off (there's a vivid pink mark where ice had hit, but it'd heal fully given sleep and time) with a practiced sort of ease.

Something that might be, just for the moment, a vague tease, revealing a carefully maintained and toned structure.

It doesn't last long. Leon's leaning a knee down on the bed in the next moment, listening to the springs protest slightly, leaning in for another kiss.]

[wishgazer]

But what if I like being a pain all the time?

[A nibble to a lip, licking before fully closing his mouth over the other's. A finger goes and hooks around one belt loop at the front, urging Leon to come closer. His other hand wraps around his waist, fingers sneaking under the pants line. Revenge for the little bit of teasing, no matter how small or unintentional it is.

"Kamui" knows he doesn't mean to be a tease but that does not keep him safe from the attention, especially when the person he is in front of is someone very, very alert.

And very interested in the many ways things could turn out right now.]

[austering]

[There wasn't much of an answer.

Just strong fingers smoothing through "Kamui"'s hair, tilting more into that kiss. Leon's knees settled at the edge of the mattress, practically straddling one of the other's legs. Leon could still taste chocolate, that bitter-sweetness.

In a way, he found it oddly interesting how things like that could linger with "Kamui".

Just as the same way his touch tended to linger, rumbling into his mouth. "Kamui"'s finger felt warm, even against his own skin, hyper aware of it. Not that Leon minds. Fingers just run across his scalp gently, trailing to his throat and shoulders, placing more demand in the kiss.]

[wishgazer]

[He's not expecting one. He would not have kissed Leon on the mouth if he was. Or even practically purring at the touch. How can one talk when making strange sounds in their chest, after all?

The feel of Leon against him is good, but there always should be more. He's always liked his warmth, especially during the night-- and it always adds a good touch to every single time they've done this. The added heat may seem uncomfortable to some people, but "Kamui" likes the adventure, always feeling like he might get a burn. It's a good rush to the head.

Purring turns to low growling eventually, and he raises a leg experimentally-- that same leg Leon's straddling. He wants to see if he can catch him, even with his hands in other places.

Of course, those hands can always help in that, and make sure he's always within reach...]

[austering]

[The growling, Leon takes it, is a good sign, fingers making circular motions into the muscle of "Kamui"'s shoulders. He's careful of the newer scars, or at least the one at his neck despite the urge to run his tongue along it.

Maybe later.

Leon isn't going anywhere, either. Aside from giving a purposeful grind against that leg. Another soft rumble of his own passing between their mouths. Things like this don't bother him too much anymore. Not that it did, not exactly. The feeling was still the same, though, the friction sending shivers up his spine.

Hands against him were just an added bonus, really.]

[wishgazer]

[Another's attention on scars wont bother him too much. In fact, one of these days, he wants Leon to actually go and touch it. People look at scars differently, most especially those of others, and depending on how Leon treats his, he'll know.

Well... something. He'll just know something important.

For now he wants to enjoy, and explore things he's never thought of checking out. One hand slips down, leaving Leon's belt loops alone, thumb running along the zipper on the side of his pants leg instead. "Kamui" wants to know if that's really a zipper, or one of those elaborate decorations again.

There's only one way to find out, and that means 'asking' that zipper to climb up, all the way to his hand.]

[austering]

[It is, indeed, a zipper. A little innovation on Leon's part. It's hard to get out of leather pants when you've been training for hours on end, or even had to trounce through mud, marshes, water, possibly wounds-- three snaps at the tops of the thigh keep it from going too far be accident anyways.

Easier than having to peel out of them that way.

Leon lets it be, placing one more lingering kiss on those lips, moving along the jaw line, tracing up to one earlobe. Just a faint lick to the shell before a more prominant suckle to the earlobe.]

If you wanted them off, you could have asked, [he breaths, a little short on air. Leon grins down against that leg for more friction. More of that feeling. "Kamui" has a nice body, something he'd never get tired of running his hands across simply just to keep in touch with things he's already memorized.]

[wishgazer]

Where's the fun in that?

[He leans in, forward, to give Leon easier access to things that are just clamoring for attention, and thing that will certainly be given the attention the need.

The annoying snaps are easily dealt with, not exactly worth too much attention as they undo themselves to make way for the zipper. "Kamui" still has to keep himself from giving one a rip though, knowing that Leon probably wont like that, and refuse to let him do that kind of thing again next time.

Hand running along that bared leg, feeling every hard muscle on it and gripping it at various places as it goes, but he knows that's not where exactly it wants to go.

It's horribly convenient for Leon not to be wearing anything underneath. There's just so much easy access that the man practically screams it, and makes everything so much more interesting for "Kamui" as he reaches into that place he cant see just yet.]

[austering]

[Rips would have been fixable. A pain to repair, and most certainly unwanted, but at least fixable.

Leather was a little on the expensive side.

Muscle contracts, and skin shivers the whole way. Leon can't deny that "Kamui" know all his week spots by now. Or at the very least, most of them-- the one spot behind the knee, where it's soft and vulnerable and sensitive being one of them. The old, lingers sensitive patch of skin, "Kamui"'s hand in general.

Even more sensitive is the place that hand settles. He knew it was coming, though it doesn't stop the sudden shudder and the small gasp for air. He's rolling into the touch anyways, teeth dragging along that spot just below the ear, just where the lobe is.

Leon hasn't forgotten, either. He has enough concentration to push his knee forward, towards that junction of long legs, palms settling on hips. It's just a small, encouraging tug while fingernails scrape lightly. Offering a returned angle for friction.]

[wishgazer]

[A rough dragging of his fingertips is enough of a reply to that roll against him. He doesn't have calluses to make things interesting, but then again, they make things too simple. Half the fun in this is seeing just how much of his nails and pressure he should use.

Just a little bit, enough to let Leon know that there's potential for a little pain here, later on.

By now his teeth have the need to latch on to something, and he finds something very suitable within reach. Teeth graze along that muscle connecting Leon's neck and shoulder, promising to leave a mark later, if he in turn would give just a little more than just scraping his teeth on him.

A bite for a bite, that's what he thinks as he settles his other hand at the nape of Leon's neck and pushes their hips together in a rough grind.

"Kamui" wont settle for just little movements or tiny little things right now.]

[austering]

[That edge, that very potential, is both a slippery slope and canteralla: sweet and seductive, but still a deadly toxin, promising heaven and hell all at once. Maybe that seems like an exaggeration.

It's not. Leon knows all too well what "Kamui" can do to him. Just like that delicious grind, the distinct feel of the other's palm, teeth; breath is lost like so many coherent thoughts.

So Leon just simply agrees with the sentiment.

By pushing against those shoulders, wanting to flatten "Kamui" against the mattress, hands and fingers splayed. Pale from the lack of sunlight again, but strong. All it takes is a readjusting of one leg and Leon can fully straddle "Kamui", push his weight into it, eyes a burning steel-grey under the fringe of bangs.

Berating himself for all the things "Kamui" could spur him into doing, that's something Leon's done lamenting about.]

[wishgazer]

["Kamui" allows it, that momentary shifting in dominance, to let himself be where Leon wants him to be, and even uses that change in position to adjust, and even slip a finger into... warmer regions.

It's not so bad, lying on his back with his legs apart for once. A lot of things-- most of them ideas and nasty thoughts that can definitely spice up a romp and at the same time possibly hurt quite a lot (but who says pain isn't delicious?)-- that bring such a wide smirk to his face. But he sets those aside for now, because right now he wants something else, and those thoughts just wont agree to what he wants.

He still wants to be on top right now, period, signing that deal with a rough bite to Leon's throat.

Who knew a warrior's hair would be so soft and lovely to pet. But he's not surprised with his eyes. He always did adore those eyes, and always does everything to have them look his way, but now he wants them on him more than ever-- hot and intense.

Their color is amazing. And he always liked how Leon carried and used them.]

[austering]

[The thought of fighting him this time, for something different, for the possibility of feeling just what it's like to be inside someone and have that sensation slips away with the introduction of that digit. It's distracting. And Leon doesn't have the full range of energy to fight a losing battle, not tonight.

Leon blinks heavily, just once, expression losing focus for a moment. It takes him a little off-guard.

Only a little. Mostly the way "Kamui" sinks teeth into skin-- it almost reminds him a little of a wild animal (he's probably not far from the truth, either).

He's a fast enough to adapt, however, knees shifting for a more stable stance. The undulating motion makes slender fingers clench, squeezing until they're no longer clutching anything at all. Leon curls forward like a large cat over "Kamui"'s body. Another shift to form a rhythm.

Push forward, a narrow, hard roll of his hips, ignoring the irritating bite of the zipper to the fly of those leather pants, and rocking back, against that finger. Leon's mouth doesn't stay idle, either.

Why he found himself to that scar at "Kamui"'s neck, he's not sure, just that the urge to run his tongue along it, breath hot and rushed, wins out.]

[wishgazer]

[More than the feel of something against him (that lovely pressure he's sure only Leon will be able to replicate just for him), he's almost distracted by the hot, wet feeling against his scar, worrying the skin even more, even though it's just a different feeling than before, and he's pretty sure he's going to want that mouth and that tongue to be there for a very long time.

And he's also pretty sure the feel of it wont be the same ever again.

And, almost embarrassingly, "Kamui" thinks he's making very pleased sounds at that. Almost embarrassingly. Really, who cares about it, behind closed doors?

Certainly not him, not when he's busying himself with giving away what Leon wants, pushing against him with body his body and his finger, and even introducing a second. He wants this over now, and he's far too eager to move things right along to the next part.

Patience is a virtue "Kamui"'s usually famous for, so it surprises even himself that just only a few movements from this person to make him snap and throw everything away.]

[austering]

[They do unfortunately, have neighbors to consider, closed doors or not.

That's why it's just easier to find something else to do to distract himself. Leon's not loud, not exactly, but the walls around here were just paper-thin. Annoyingly so.

Maybe that's just how it is, anyways: mutually driving each other crazy. He can tell, feel it, the want to reach that high, reach it then, reach it now, fast-- it's an adrenaline rush. Sometimes more heady than taking things slow, the intensity making Leon feel like his whole center was an inferno and he might burn "Kamui" right through his own skin with it.

A stifled moan escapes. Muffled with the pressure of lips and tongue against that scar. He's mindful of teeth, at least.

But not of the sharp suction, not the way blunted fingernails scratch down "Kamui"'s chest.]

[wishgazer]

[And that's where the last bits of his patience completely falls apart, at that moan his ears catch. It may be moaned, but his ears can still hear it very well, and he can feel it on his skin. A faint rumbling on his throat that's not made by him.

Everything-- every little touch Leon does on his body (and more, and he wishes he'd just use his teeth, damn it)-- just makes him feel like he's flush with the fever and his pants even more tight and restricting than they have been seconds ago.

There's no more time to do things the teasing way, he muses, as he's more likely to rip something off with his powers, frantic as his mindset it. At least his body-- particularly his hands-- hasn't started to twitch or shake. Sweat a little, yes, but they're still steady, and so he can still grasp things properly.]

Off, [he demands quietly, withdrawing his hands and tugging at Leon's frontal zipper.]