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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[wishgazer]

[Whenever one attempts to move and break out of his grasp, he quickly silences it, no matter how far away it is. All his senses are on full alert, and just one little movement in his territory will alert him

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[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.]

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[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.]

[austering]

[The withdrawal isn't so much uncomfortable as it is a minor notion of lacking; sensation that was there before, and it wasn't anymore. A prelude, that much he knows.

The zips along the side prove to be useful once more. Leon has to pry is mouth away from a threatening, possible mark, hands a little more uncoordinated than he'd like. The zip comes up all the way, making it easier to push leather off, to the side, letting it plop to the floor next to the bed.

It leaves Leon still stradling "Kamui", rather naked.

Not for long, he's sure. He's going for the front of "Kamui"'s own pants, popping the button open, efficient and timely, even in the way he drags the zipper down, slides hands underneath. He'd move, perhaps, but half of Leon wants to be a bit of a pain just to see what "Kamui" might do.

A vague, not-quite-smirk curls for a few seconds.]

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[It's the sight of Leon completely bare for his eyes only and the feel of him in other places that makes him want to tear the last of his clothing off and bend him in half.]

You should know better than to tease a boy, old man.

[All sorts of thoughts go through his head, just how to wipe that smile off of Leon's face. ... Or maybe he can make him keep that, all throughout. He'll decide later which he wants to see more.

Now it's all a matter of getting Leon off of him enough to let him undress. He knows the man wont be moving any time soon, just to simply annoy him. And he also knows that he'll continue to be an annoyance, with his hands in hidden places.

"Kamui" tugs at one wrist.] Would you like to do it yourself, or do I have to do everything around here?

[austering]

[Leon kisses him. Not exactly chastely, but not really deep, either, sucking at a lower lip.]

You talk too much, kid, [he mumbles against his mouth. Not exactly smug, but there is a certain amount of headiness to being able to have some factor in that control, in being able to push the envelope, so to speak.] Can't always get what you want.

[Fingers slide the material down a couple of inches. Stop, fingers kneading into muscle. And this time, there is teeth, after a trail down to "Kamui"'s throat. He likes his skin. It's always smooth, save for those scars, so he always finds the scars interesting. Marring otherwise perfect flesh.

So grazing said marred skin, scraping teeth, in passing, seeking to mark just below that.]

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Tease, [he breathes.

Sometimes he hates what Leon can do to him, and he hates the fact that he actually likes it, deep down. Every time he bends over to pick up his belts, every time that jacket of his is off, every time he uses that sword of his in battle... And of course what he's doing right now.

It surprises him that Leon actually knows a good deal of his weaknesses, as much as Leon knows his.

And sometimes pushing the envelope can be very, very dangerous.

But he cant really be dangerous with something in the way, can he? He needs them off first, and that means getting a little bit of pressure off of him. He shifts one knee, looking to get even a few inches between them, just to he can slip clothing off his hips.

Which is not an easy task, with the distractions, damn it.]

[austering]

[Sometimes Leon finds that he doesn't mind that particular kind of danger. It tends to be oddly satisfying. Perhaps annoying, in may cases, but satisfying nonetheless.

There's no resistance.

As a matter of fact, Leon lifts himself up to stand on his knees. "Kamui" is really one of few people who would have little trouble actually lifting him. Leon weighs more than he looks like, what with a bit of a broad frame, and quite a bit of muscle.

Hands move inward, instead, one to press his thumb into the inside of that protruding pelvic bone, the other wrapping around something more interesting. Unmoving, just giving light squeezes.

"Kamui" and his unpredictability... it's both a little unnerving, and yet appealing all at once. Leon still prefers it compared to the strange mood from earlier.

Though in no way does that keep him from some slight smugness.]

[wishgazer]

[Leon and his distractions. Damn him.

And the obstacles his hands and body make to show that taking clothes off is more difficult than anyone can imagine. Leon knows which button to push, and when sometimes, and it's actually perfect. Annoying, horribly irritating, but perfect.

There are times when "Kamui" wonders if the guy is actually taking cues from him, or giving him a dose of his own medicine and throwing it all back at him.

It's been decided, he wants the smug look off, and off it will go, just like his clothes, dumped in the floor. And "Kamui" will take a lot of pleasure in getting rid of it. He grasps Leon's leg, just above the knee, and reaches for his head, every motion aimed at pulling him closer.]

[austering]

[Fingers are tangling back in "Kamui"'s hair. Something else Leon likes. Though that, he's not so sure on the reasons for. Possibly just because it's part of "Kamui".

A low hum; fitting their bodies together sparks more of that distinct burn. Slow and simmering, not quite an inferno. More of the sort of thing one gets when sitting too close to a bonfire.

He's in for it, he knows.

Provoking "Kamui" is still provoking something of a panther; a sleek, sometimes terrifying creature. There's excitement in it, however. A thrill. Proof that he gets to him at times, gets under his skin in some way.

A slight roll of the hips, the sensation completely different without barriers. Leon isn't about to back down.]

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[Breathing is an important function right now, he knows he needs his mind relatively clear and sane, because he doesn't want to back down, and he wont back down.

Hands tight around Leon's hips, feeling them and knowing and liking just how well they seem to fit under his hands. Or maybe "Kamui" is just fortunate to have his long fingers.

Even though he really doesn't believe in luck.

He grinds luxuriously against Leon as a reply and a promise to take him later, happy at the flexibility of his body. he will be playing along, for now, in control of his patience again.

For now. He knows when it will run out, and how it will run out, but right now morbid curiosity tells him he wants to see if he can break Leon's own before his does.]

[austering]

[The strength in those hands could very easily break him. A young man who could stamp out Heartless just as easily as strike them down with (for all of what Leon knew) simple magic, the knowledge could very well be unnerving.

"Kamui" has never done anything to outright harm him. Maybe that isn't saying a lot. Or anything at all. Who could say? He didn't fear it.

Bare, grinding against another body, it's hard to imagine even being capable of fearing him. For "Kamui". That's a different thing, a different aspect. Leon fears for a lot of people, whether he admits to it or not. How or why the thought intrudes, he's not sure.

Leon shoves it down, exhaling shakily, forehead dropping to a broad shoulder, fingers tightening. He doesn't have the sort of patience "Kamui" does, but he can certainly try. Can certainly attempt, even when his body would rather argue it.]

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[It's time, he decides, seeing how Leon reacts to him now. A small victory on his part, "Kamui" thinks, and he wants to celebrate.

In the way he knows how, of course.

One hand at the small of his back, a polite little gesture that will really mean nothing in a few seconds, once he's gotten... to a certain point, really. Also a means of supporting and guiding Leon, while his other hand is pulling him up and trying to convince him to let him sit up for the real fun to begin.

A taste first though, his mouth opening and latching onto the shiny little earring that always tends to catch his eyes whenever it or the other one of the pair are under any source of light. Pretty, and almost out of place on Leon, so uptight about so many things, but he wont really contest the fact that they're there. And they suit him well enough.

It's indeed like provoking some kind of animal, maybe, "Kamui" allowing his senses and bodily wants and instincts to have some fun very soon.]

[austering]

[A gesture that doesn't go without some understanding

[wishgazer]

["Kamui" allows a little sneer to form at his lips when he looks at Leon. He knows that look, and when he usually deems it as cute, in this context, he has this thought that slides along the lines of 'don't worry, you'll find out soon enough'. In a more lewd tone.

But he doesn't say it, not out loud, really. All he has to say are two simple words and that should enough, mouth lingering at his ear and lips barely brushing skin.]

Ride me.

[A simple enough command to follow, and he's not interested in a 'no' for answer. It's a new adventure to him.

There's nothing to stimulate Leon into doing it though. He wants it to be something he'll do on his own. His hands stay where they are, flexing a little, and his legs adjust to accommodate Leon's body.]