isleofavalon | December Quests and Catch-All [OPEN]

[ They'd both seen the posting by now, but there's no way Ryouma is going to just ask Izō to go do something as ridiculous as go fuck in the woods. Their relationship is too fragile right now and there are too many questions about just what they are to each other to do that; he either has to be more subtle about it or simply not ask at all.

Except it's difficult to be subtle when they both know. Ryouma hands him a small paper bag containing a bracelet he'd bought earlier. ]

You saw the same thing I did, right? This is for you, in case you want to help out.

[ No pressure that way. It allows Izō to do as he pleases.

He doesn't need to know Ryouma bought jewelry of his own, just in case. ]

What thing? I saw a lotta things...

[ because yeah, he saw it. but he's not going to just come right out and admit the first thing that came to mind.

he makes a face when he's given the paper bag — because he has to; what is he gonna do? look excited? — but opens it to look inside anyway. it's a good thing he's already looking down because maybe that'll make the immediate hot wash of awkward embarrassment less obvious. the not-subtle-implication aside, when has he ever been good at accepting gifts? ]

"In case I wanna help out"? So I s'pose yer helpin' too then? Didn't jus' go shoppin' for me...

[ because why would anyone? even someone who makes weird choices like ryouma does. and besides, this way he can ask without really asking. ]

I'd like to, yes.

[ The implication here being that he doesn't want to do it (no pun intended) without making sure Izō's okay with it first.

And if he's going to do it, he wants to do it with Izō first. ]

I saw that when I was looking for my own and thought you'd like it...and that it'd look good on you.

Well, what's stoppin' ya? Ain't like yer shy or anythin'... I'm sure you'll do jus' fine for yer self.

[ and it's not like he's assuming he might be ryouma's first choice. or that he might have any say in anything at all. why would he? izō decides not to comment on the fact that ryouma also has an opinion on what looks good on him but that doesn't stop him from having a reaction to it. what's he supposed to do with that? ]

I'll pay ya back later.

[ he's broke often enough thanks to his own poor spending habits but it doesn't mean he's looking for handouts either. ~~because gifts and nice gestures aren't meant for him.~~ ]

[ Does he just come out and say it or what? It hurts to see Izō like this; of course he'd assume that he isn't Ryouma's first choice -- or any choice, for that matter. This is a little delicate, much like everything with their relationship the way it is now. ]

It's a gift. You don't need to pay me back. [ He smiles and then hesitates. ] And...this is ridiculous to offer, but I want to do this with you. You don't have to say yes, it's just an offer...No pressure to accept it.

[ There. It's out there and he feels pretty stupid for having said it. He expects Izō to yell at him for it and rightfully so. ]

... Oh.

[ that "ridiculous" offer makes him think immediately of the other times and he'd really rather be anywhere but here if his mind is going to wander in that direction at all. ]

So what happens if I wanna accept? Not sayin' I will, I'm jus' askin'...

[ he's not going to be the only one suffering right now. ]

[ Ryouma can't even look at him right now, his cheeks tinged pink. They are both definitely suffering at the moment. At least Izō didn't get defensive about it and left the metaphorical door open. ]

We go out to the Forest of the Felled together and...we do whatever you like.

[ He'll be content with whatever Izō wants out of this. ]

Wh-.. why jus' what I want?! I dunno what even counts!

[ most likely there's probably no distinction about these things at all and it probably doesn't even matter, but the pressure! the pressure of izō's own making because ryouma's already said it's not coming from him... ]

...We can find out what counts together

[ It's only when he says it out loud that he realizes how ridiculous it sounds. There's no choice but to continue down this absurd path. ]

Something tells me it's not going to be picky about it, but it might be fun to try some different things and see what counts.

[ He's trying his best to not feel embarrassed about this --his best is definitely not good enough. ]

[ what's more ridiculous is fussing about this like it hasn't happened before. he knows this but it doesn't make it any easier because he's incapable of having a normal conversation about this. ]

If I make ya that nervous ya coulda bought me a drink, y'know.

[ not strictly necessary, as they already know, but it might've helped with the awkwardness. or maybe ryouma already knew that he probably didn't need to..? ]

Someday y'oughta think of a better argument than "let's figure it out together". But... a'ight... fine.

[ he says it quickly and also a little quietly, still unable to look ryouma directly in the face when he does because it's a struggle to admit either to himself or to ryouma that he really just agreed that easily... ]

[ He takes Izō's hand in his own and gives it a gentle squeeze. With the awkwardness out of the way, it's easier to look him in the face now, even if he is blushing. ]

Is it that bad of an argument? [ A light laugh. ] Sometimes I just don't have anything better...Thank you.

[ Ryouma squeezes his hand once more before letting it go. ]

Let me get a few things together and we can head out.

[ Namely a blanket, some lube, and a handful of other little things that may prove useful in the middle of the forest. ]

[ throughout all of this izō finds it difficult to actually respond to anything. the awkwardness might be out of the way for ryouma but it's still very much a factor where izō is concerned. it seems to be worse now, if anything, probably because now he's admitted what he wants and doesn't like the feeling of being perceived. ]

Why're ya—..? Don't thank me! Seems weird bein' thanked for that...

[ it's not like he's going out of his way to do ryouma a favour or something. ]

Do whatever ya gotta do!

[ his ears are so red it's a wonder they aren't smoking. ]

[ It felt weird not to thank him, but Izō's right that it's strange. Oh well, what's done is done. Ryouma tries not to think about the implications too much as he packs a satchel with the various items that might come in handy. ]

If you're ready, let's go. We should probably get a carriage instead of walking all the way out there...

[ It's sure to be an awkward ride. Maybe this is a bad idea...

Too late for second thought. Ryouma smiles as he shoulders the bag. ]

Come on, then.

[ meanwhile, izō just has to sit here while ryouma packs a bag and he's also trying his best not to think about that too hard. he discreetly puts the bracelet on at some point — because it's the easiest way to avoid forgetting it or losing it.

when it's time to go he stands up a little too quickly and ends up knocking something off the table on the side of the bed he's sitting on. nothing serious, since he just has to pick it up and put it back, but it's definitely telling how nervous he is. which is stupid, and he knows this, but he can't help it. the other times had been impulsive! in the moment! he has way too much time to think about all this. ]

I'm right behind ya. [ no.. ] Er... it sounds like ya got it all figured out anyway, so I'm jus' along for the ride. [ worse? ] Shut up!

[ the last seems to be him trying to preemptively shut down what he expects will be ryouma laughing at him.

it's fine. ]

[ Ryouma is not, in fact, laughing at him. There's only a vague concern for what he knocked off the table, but beyond that, he decides the best course of action is to let Izō be. It's obvious he's anxious and flustered and Ryouma, of all people, knows that if he does anything to draw attention or even try to mitigate it, he'd only be making it worse.

So he just heads out the door, casting a glance back over his shoulder at Izō. ]

I promise you won't regret this.

[ Speaking of things better left unsaid. No taking it back. Ryouma decides to pay attention to his phone for a moment to get a carriage for them with the minimum of wait time -- worth it to pay extra so they don't have to wait as long.

Especially since it's right there once they exit the inn. Money can get you places! ]

Well, shit. I sure hope not.

[ it would probably be funny if he wasn't winding himself up over all this. instead, he grumbles as he often does, but naturally, if he really didn't want to be here he wouldn't be.

in any case, he's relieved to find the carriage waiting for them because the sooner they get there, the better. it's subtle (at the moment) but there's a sense of urgency that hadn't been there while they were still in the inn. one that he's trying not to pay attention to because that would mean acknowledging that he might be looking forward to this a little. ]

How far we goin' anyway?

[ this could get complicated. ]

[ At least it's a comfortable ride. As they both get settled, he lets his leg rest against Izō's. This might be a little awkward, but it's fine, right? Maybe he is having second thoughts about how ridiculous this is...

Too late for that. Ryouma offers him a reassuring smile. ]

The forest is out past what used to be Celliwig, so it's going to be a little while.

[ He pats Izō's leg. ]

But I'm sure it'll feel like nothing, so we'll be there before you know it.

[ under any other circumstances, what ryouma says is probably true. might as well have a nap or something to pass the time.

unfortunately, that isn't the case right now, so the trip starts feeling like an eternity soon enough, but izō never pauses to consider why. it's easier to assume he's just impatient because he is. it's fortunate that he's as stubborn as he is because it's probably the only reason it manages not to be obvious. that and the fact that seeing izō being tense or unsettled to the point that he can't sit still is nothing out of the ordinary.

he has no idea how long it's been or how far they've travelled when he loosens his scarf a little like it's too warm and — very reluctantly, given the implications — decides to ask: ]

Gotta be almost there by now, right?

[ surely they've... left town, at least? ]

...

Jus' thinkin' it's too bad this ain't one of the ones with the free booze, is all.

[ yeah, that would have solved all of his problems entirely, he's sure. ]

Mm, maybe I should've brought some booze with us.

[ For a little bit of social lubricant. Ah well, it could be worse.

Ryouma notices how antsy Izō is, but it really doesn't strike him as anything out of the ordinary. His hand stays on Izō's leg, idly stroking it as a way to try to calm him down some. Little does he know that this will probably just make the problem worse.

It's fine.

He distracts himself a little bit by looking out the window. ]

I think we're close to the edge of the city... [ His smile turns a little bit impish as he casts a sideways glance at Izō ] Why, you that anxious for what we're going to do?

Yeah, ya think?! Brought whatever else ya brought though, didn'tcha...

[ don't mind him, he's just a little more touchy than usual right now because of his worsening problem and nothing around to take the edge off.

this is hardly improved by the news ryouma has for him as far as where they are. it felt so much longer! izō doesn't quite believe him either — not with that look — and leans over to look outside his window for himself. ]

I ain't anxious! I'm perfectly fuckin' calm!

[ yes, isn't that obvious? perfectly calm. except where his voice goes up when he speaks... but it's not yelling, so that counts! izō could take ryouma's hand off of his leg too and relieve himself of how that feels, but now that ryouma's asking dumb questions, izō has no choice but to leave it there, or he's sure that the look on ryouma's face is only going to get worse in all the ways. ]

[ He's just gonna keep petting...Maybe ignore his hand edging higher on your thigh, Izō. Ryouma has chosen now to be a problem.

That's exactly why he chooses to drop into his familiar accent. ]

Are ya calm? Yer yellin' a whole lot for someone who's calm.

[ He shouldn't tease him like this, but he can't help it. Izō's reactions are cute and it's not like he's really going to go far enough to upset him or anything. It's just time to gently annoy him with his special brand of affection. ]

Yeah! I'm calm! Ain't my fault ya don't listen an' I gotta repeat m'self...

[ the next time he goes to loosen his scarf, he ends up unwrapping it from around his neck entirely until it's draped over his shoulders instead. it's much too warm in here. when had the heat gotten turned up?

stopping ryouma's hand from wandering higher up his leg is a thought he has but one he doesn't act on. even that feels good despite also making him want to be touched more and again until he's satisfied; a little teasing touch is much better than no touch at all. izō sits back instead and lets his legs fall open a little more, clearly not objecting. in a way, it's sort of like when he's drinking and ends up choosing something on pure impulse, only izō's complaints just a few minutes ago have established that he's very sober. ]

What're ya doin'? This some kinda magic trick like when ya made us strong enough t'drag that cart that one time..?

[ he should also be angry about that too, if so, but the hazy feeling settling over his mind makes it increasingly difficult to manage that as well. it doesn't matter if the outcome is good, right? ]

If ya want me t'fuck ya, all ya gotta do is ask.

Edited 2021-12-12 17:03 (UTC)

[ Izō's question alerts him to the fact something may be off. He'd bought Izō's bracelet at a different place than his necklace...Did they enchant it? No, they couldn't have, they would have had to tell him that, right?

No, they wouldn't. Some people buy this type of jewelry expecting enchantments of that nature. This realization settles over him like a lead blanket, one that's thrown off him just as quickly by what Izō says next.

It suddenly feels so much warmer in here. Ryouma's face flushes a deep crimson and his hand stops. The power balance has shifted fully towards Izō. This shouldn't make him so flustered or feel so suddenly shy, but it does.

He bites his lip as he looks at Izō once again. ]

Ah, well...If ya wanna, I ain't gonna say no t' that.

[ Now that the thought's been put in his head, he can't stop considering it. Yes, he would very much like that. ]

Mm. Nah, see... that ain't what I said.

[ the balance has indeed shifted, and izō is right there to pick up what he's given and run with it despite the state he's in right now. maybe it's time to give ryouma a taste of his own medicine. now that izō has a goal in mind, his fingers close around ryouma's wrist, dragging his hand further. ]

Ain't chickenin' out when yer so close, are ya? Hehe, see? 'Course I wanna...

[ izō lets ryouma feel what he's been trying to hide and not think about for a while, since all that shifting and changing how he's been sitting has clearly been to disguise how hard he's been getting. but it's only enough to make ryouma aware of it, unwilling to hand over what bit of power he has because he let ryouma start touching him too much too soon. this is about evening the score a little. isn't life more interesting when the challenges are this entertaining? ]

But it ain't up t'me. [ this is the sort of gloating that can get izō in trouble, but he's not stopping. ] There somethin' ya want from me, Rider?

[ he leans closer, lowering his voice to a rough whisper. ]

Maybe yer gonna finally live up to that name.

[ Unfortunately for Ryouma, Izō knows just what buttons to push to get the response he wants. That might be his fault for giving Izō the knowledge he needed, but who's placing blame here? The end result is the same: it works.

Ryouma squeezes Izō's arousal for the moment he'd allowed. It's not a surprise to feel it, if only because him being so hard just confirms Ryouma's suspicions about the jewelry.

At least the driver can't see them -- small favors. ]

Ah...I'd like that. [ It's hard to just say it outright. He'd always been better about fulfilling what his partners wanted in this arena, so framing this as what he wants is a tough pill to swallow. ] I want...I wanna get fucked by ya.

[ It's rare he's so vulgar. ]

[ izō hangs on ryouma's every word, wanting to hear him say it outright. luckily for him, right now, this is exactly what izō wants; he enjoys this back and forth even if he won't explicitly admit it. he could have a lot of fun if things were normal, but as it is, he's along for the ride when it comes to the enchantment's effects. he lets out a low groan and doesn't really care enough to feel embarrassed; better that than giving into what he'd like to do. ]

Good. Like hearin' it, 'cause that's what I'm gonna do. Ya always talk about handlin' me too, so now we're gonna find out...

[ he tugs at his kimono's collar, loosening it, exposing more of his skin to the air. his chest is a bit flushed as well, and he's broken a light sweat, which added to his present state makes him look entirely too fucked out for someone who hasn't done a thing yet. ]

Seriously though, why th' fuck's it so warm?

[ He looks a little embarrassed and laughs sheepishly. ]

I think...the bracelet I bought you is enchanted. That would explain how hot you are. [ Ryouma gives his bulge a gentle squeeze. ] And this, too.

[ The carriage comes to a stop and Ryouma is quick to separate himself for appearance's sake. He grabs the bag before opening the door, offering his hand to Izō to help him out. ]

...I wonder if we'll run into anyone else out here.

[ ryouma will, unfortunately, have to continue being embarrassed enough for the both of them as the enchantment in question is killing his inhibitions.

he takes the offered hand, holding on while he gets out and even when the carriage is on its way out. it's barely rolled off when he steps behind ryouma and wraps his arms around him, pulling him close. he presses a kiss to a spot on the back of his neck where the skin peeks above his collar. ]

Aw, I fuckin' knew it... [ he did not. ] Ya did do somethin'...

[ indirectly. accidentally, even. whatever. details! who has time for that? ]

This what ya wanted t' see? Ya like me like this?

[ that close, izō grinds against ryouma's ass, exhaling a breath shakily. if he even heard what ryouma had said about running into anyone else, it's not deterred izō from what he's been doing so far. ]

[ This is what he gets for not asking more questions. Not that he's complaining, of course. When has he ever seen Izō quite like this before? Never, at least not that he'd could remember. Usually he only got fired up like this when he was about to spill someone else's blood...

That's probably why he finds himself so completely turned on. Maybe he should feel bad about that fact, but he doesn't. Ryouma finds it so easy to give into him, even if he freezes up when Izō seizes hold of him. It only takes a moment for him to relax and start grinding back against him. ]

Are ya gonna make me pay for gettin' ya like this? [ He'd need to brace himself against something if Izō was going to keep this up. ] ...Fuck me harder'n I've ever been fucked before?

[ There's that unfamiliar vulgarity creeping in once again. He's into it. ]

[ he can't help but chuckle at ryouma's words, never sure if this rude side of him was always there but news to him or his bad influence. right now, izō wouldn't feel bad about it at all, even if it turned out to be the latter. ryouma seems to be enjoying himself already, and this is good for the world, isn't it?

one hand moves up, settling with his fingers curled around ryouma's throat instead. he doesn't press down, but the implication of what he's capable of is there. ]

That's right. I'll fuck ya like y' deserve t' be fucked.

[ hot breath on ryouma's ear, his other hand snakes down ryouma's front teasingly. it's very intentional, after what he's been through. the spell seems not to be getting worse in an obvious way anymore, but izō is still impatient on a good day without a magical influence. likely, he'll just be stuck in this state until he takes the bracelet off or satisfies the need. ]

So ya better figure out where ya want it t' happen, or else I'll do it right here on the side a' the road...

[ not that he would, if only because anything could interrupt, and he won't stand for that right now. but saying so anyway means he gets to enjoy ryouma's reactions to what he says. a curious development as he's never considered himself good with words, but apparently, he hadn't found the right inspiration. ]

[ Izō can probably feel his pulse quicken when he grabs his throat. Ryouma knows he isn't in any danger, so it's thrilling rather than frightening. It's a safe danger he can indulge in. Even the threat of getting fucked on the side of the road is a similar sort of thrill.

Enough of one that it's hard to separate himself from Izō and do as he's told. They need to be in the forest for the magic to work and that's the only reason he slips out of Izō's grip. Time isn't of the essence, but it feels like it is. ]

Right...

[ His voice feels so quiet to him, like he can't speak any louder or else risk some sort of harm to himself. Ryouma leads him to a little clearing surrounded by tightly packed trees, far enough from the road not to be too obvious. This is the best venue he could hope for, really.

Leaning against one of the trees, he beckons Izō towards him with a crook of his finger. ]

Now c'mere, Hitokiri...

[ a little bit of doubt about whether he's doing the right thing had tried to creep in at first when he'd let ryouma go and proceeded to follow him, but the intensity of the spell burning away inside him consumes it quickly. probably for the best, given what they need to do; excess thoughts only cause trouble. anyway, he's busy being distracted by other, shallower things — so much so that he doesn't realise they've arrived until ryouma goes no further than the tree he's leaning on now. ]

Guess this'll do. Now then...

[ izō quickly closes the space between them, grabbing ryouma's wrists and pinning them against the tree above his head. he likes showing off his strength, although he manages to be firm but gentle about it at the same time. if izō knows anything, it's his own body — just like he can land the same blow and control whether he intends for it to wound or to kill, he's only ever as rough as he needs to be.

he licks his lips unconsciously as he takes a few seconds to appreciate what he's looking at because what's the point of being competitive if you don't savour the little victories too?

it's not a long lull; he's already waited too long. izō has held back so far largely for ryouma's sake, which is why he let him choose a place he could be comfortable. now that he knows it's okay, it's unlikely he'd be able to stop himself again unless ryouma really wanted him to, external interruptions be damned. that's why he kisses ryouma like he's starving for it, pressing their bodies together. even through the barrier of their clothes, ryouma can probably feel the heat coming off his skin like a fever, but other than it being present it doesn't seem to bother him out here as it had within the stuffy confines of the carriage. ]

[ Ryouma wants nothing more than to touch him right now. Being denied that ability is a little frustrating and more than a little arousing. It's almost as if he's been trapped against the tree by a vicious predator.

Just how he likes it. Ryouma had expected Izō to be overwhelming with or without the effect of the spell. His usual intensity is amplified by it, which is a little bit of a problem. Nothing he can't handle. Despite the position he's in, he's relaxed and pliant to Izō's onslaught.

His hungry kiss is returned with enthusiasm and little pleased sounds. Ryouma shifts beneath him, eager for more. It's simultaneously too much and not enough. ]

[ izō finally comes up for air eventually, though when he breaks the kiss, he does so slowly. his eyes look sleepy even though that's the furthest thing from his mind, and his pupils are blown, but his eye contact for once doesn't waver until he moves.

he starts kissing along ryouma's jaw and occasionally nipping at his neck now instead, but he still won't let ryouma touch him back yet. feeling ryouma shifting under him, though, he lifts his head a little. the now playful sort of look in his eyes may or may not be cause for concern. ]

That too gentle for ya? Bet ya like it when I'm a lil rough with ya. Hehe.. ya like knowin' y' can put a manslayer in his place, but ya really wanna find out what it feels like t' get fucked by one, right?

[ he likes knowing he's wanted. he likes it a lot. his hands slide higher, up, and off of ryouma's wrists until he can lace their fingers together instead. at the same time, he rolls his hips, grinding against him again like it's meant to be a preview. ]

Wonder how bad ya really want it, though. I can give ya what y' want, but maybe I oughta make ya beg for it...

[ izō's first act after obtaining a little power is to abuse it. ]

[ There's something deeply arousing at the juxtaposition of Izō's words and the simple intimacy of holding hands. Ryouma's flush deepens as he squeezes Izō's hands. He really shouldn't like this side of him as much as he does -- how much of it is what Izō wants and how much of it is the enchantment? Maybe the enchantment just heightens what desire is already there...

That's what he'll tell himself to assuage his mild guilt about this whole situation. It makes it much easier to enjoy everything. This is just what Izō wants, just multiplied. ]

Ya wouldn't make me beg, would ya? [ Breathless. He's so hard already, it's hard to resist giving in right there. ] ...I want ya more'n anythin' right now. I wanna get fucked by ya so hard all I can think about is how good it feels

[ Well, Izō didn't have to make him do anything -- he did it himself.

Ryouma kisses him desperately, breaking away to whisper another plea. ]

...Show me what yer made of, Manslayer, please.

[ how can he say no to that? izō finally releases ryouma's hands, but mostly because he needs his. he starts by unbuttoning ryouma's collar, leaning close to lick and biting at the skin newly exposed with each one. izō’s hand sneaks down between them and palms ryouma's very obvious arousal through his pants, grinning as he offers a few gentle kitten licks in exchange for one of the harsher bites he'd marked him with a moment ago. ]

Hehe... all'a this, real excited jus' for me? [ even as he is, it's clear this knowledge excites him. ] Better hurry up an' gimme somethin' outta that bag a' yers so I can prep ya then...

[ not that he gives ryouma a chance, dropping down onto his knees in front of him instead. his lips replace the press of his fingers, which he hooks into ryouma's belt instead. glancing up and with an innocent sort of expression, he isn't the least bit sorry. ]

Unless this is too distractin' for ya...?

[ at least all the teasing should help ryouma feel a bit better about the magical influence? it only seems to be lending him an excess of self-confidence and a total lack of shame or inhibitions, enabling him to carry out what he wouldn't ordinarily much more freely. at least, he ordinarily wouldn't while he's sober without quite a bit more anxiety involved. it's the sloppy, single-minded rush drunkenness usually lends him that's missing, so perhaps that's why it's strange.

of course it's heightening what he wants because what izō wants is ryouma to feel good. he wants to perform well and earn ryouma's approval. he also knows that even given the opportunity, ryouma won't just take things for himself, so izō will just have to take matters into his own hands ~~or mouth, potentially,~~ and give it to him instead.

he's really looking forward to it. ]

[ It feels like his skin's on fire. Izō's hot breath and mouth on him against the chill of the air is almost too much to handle. Ryouma gasps and moans as he squirms underneath him, arching into each bite as best he can. ]

N-no, it's fine.

[ Between the attentions already paid to him and Izō down where he is now, Ryouma is extremely distracted. He knows he needs to do something, but he just wants to watch Izō suck him off.

Focus.

He twists to dig out a small bottle of lube from one of the outer pockets and hands it to Izō. ]

Here...I ain't done this in awhile.

Oho, that right? Then I'll be sure an' take my time about it then...

[ no complaints there. he wants ryouma to keep making those sounds and doesn't care what he needs to do to make it happen. it's easier not to fumble with the belt when he's right here at eye level, and he eagerly releases the button next, almost curious to see if the zipper will take care of itself.

either way, it's a problem taken care of when he tugs ryouma's pants and underwear down, just as much as he needs to. it's chilly out here, after all, although it does continue to make the warmth of his breath stand out, especially when he kisses along his thighs and adds a new hickey to ryouma's growing collection on one hip. at the same time, izō's been slicking up his fingers, letting one teasingly circle ryouma's entrance as he licks a stripe up the underside of ryouma's cock and grins like he's had a genius idea. ~~which tracks, since he's a genius and all.~~ ]

I think yer gonna enjoy it. Yeah? All ya gotta do is say the word. I'll give ya what ya want.

[ Izō really has his number with those little kisses and marks he leaves behind. It makes it hard to stand still, making him shift in place with little groans. Ryouma expects him to keep going and to not tease him -- his fault for assuming. He whines and looks down at Izō through barely open eyes. ]

C'mon... [ His cock twitches, as if it's asking for him. ] Yer really gonna make me say it?

Ya gonna stand around here an' find out? That a risk yer willin' t' take?

[ izō can't call his situation comfortable by any means, but between the two of them, he's not the needier one, for once. that inspires a little extra confidence in himself that he can more than handle it if he has to wait just a bit longer. ]

Maybe I like hearin' ya say it. I'll show ya how much an' everything. Ya think I let jus' anybody tell me what t' do? 'Sides, I jus' like knowin' how bad y' want it...

[ Well, when he puts it that way, how can he not? Ryouma is as selfless a lover as someone can be, so asking him to be selfish is a tall order. Izō framing it as what he wants is the perfect way to get Ryouma over that little hurdle. ]

...Please suck my dick while ya get me ready. [ That wasn't so bad. Ryouma chances petting Izō's hair -- not that he needs the encouragement right now. It's more for Ryouma than for Izō, a way to make him feel a little less guilty about how selfish he feels at the moment. ] I wanna feel yer mouth around me so bad right now.

Mm, yeah. That's it...

[ izō appreciates that petting too, reaching up to pull the tie out of his hair and giving it an encouraging shake to let it settle where it pleases. he gives ryouma the reward he's earned for the trouble, too, a pleased little smile on his lips before izō parts them and slowly takes in as much as he can at once. at the same time, his finger presses inside as well, slowly and gently, to ease ryouma into it.

it's not an act to say he enjoys it either — the blush on his cheeks has deepened, and he lets out soft sounds that ryouma can probably feel even better than he can hear. despite how forward he's been throughout all of this, he's attentive to how ryouma responds, waiting until ryouma is relaxed and ready for izō to add another finger before he swallows him all down at once at the same time.

izō might've asked how ryouma's feeling now, but he isn't exactly at liberty to do so at the moment... ]

[ Ryouma manages to stop himself from bucking his hips forward; it's better to let Izō set the pace and do what he wants right now than to try to take anything for himself. His fingers tangle in Izō's hair as he gently holds the back of his head. He bites his lip to stifle a sound before giving up on that kind of restraint. Izō deserves to hear him, right? ]

Haa...That's real good, Izō. [ How good his mouth feels distracts him from the intensity of being stretched. It's not painful, per se, just a little uncomfortable. ] Keep goin', please.

[ ah, ryouma is catching on, and that's good. with that encouragement, izō has no plans to stop if ryouma keeps making sounds like that. izō's face somehow manages to feel even warmer, and he drags the hand he isn't using over the obvious bulge under his clothes, at least affording himself a bit of friction if nothing else.

izō doesn't care how it looks either, no shame in it whenever he glances up. he takes his time working ryouma open, pulling off at one point and licking his lips. ]

Yer gonna tell me when ya want more. [ it's not a question. ] I wanna fuck ya so bad, but not until ya tell me so. Not until I know how bad ya need it. That's what I want. Gonna make ya scream my name, Ryouma~.

[ izō puts a particular inflection on the way he says his name, half-moaning when he slides a hand under his hakama and strokes himself. he leans in and takes ryouma in his mouth again with renewed eagerness, patient under the circumstances because that's what it takes. izō wants it to feel good. he wants ryouma to enjoy it. if he does what he's told and the rewards for his efforts are sweet, izō can almost believe his hands are capable of doing more than harm. ]

[ The lack of shame is almost as much of a turn on as getting sucked off. Ryouma can't look away, desire painted across his face. How long can he hold off with Izō acting like this? Should he just give in now and beg like Izō wants him to?

Ryouma doesn't give in quite yet, if only because Izō's mouth feels so good on him. The noises coming from him make that fact quite clear; at least he hasn't tried to start just face fucking him yet. He can barely think straight with the pleasure being given to him. ]

...More, please. [ Damn it, Izō is too good at this. ] I wanna feel ya inside me. I'll take whatever ya give me, jus' don't make me wait no more, please.

[ He could probably beg better than that, but it's a start. ]

[ it's a start alright. better than expected. he hums his approval and adds another finger. ryouma will thank him later for slowly working him open a little more before acting on that request.

but ryouma did also beg, so it would be wrong not to give him what he wants eventually. once he's adjusted again, izō withdraws his fingers, finding the bottle again by feel — since izō isn't finished blowing him and can't look — and tips a bit more into his palm. he knows ryouma likes to watch, so he might as well keep giving him a show.

izō sighs out a low, relieved moan as he thoroughly slicks up his cock, appreciating the cool lube against his hot skin as it only enhances the feeling. he keeps the motion of his hand in time with what his mouth is doing, and if there were still any doubts about him enjoying it for real, this should be the end of it. he pulls back before too long, and his lips are red and puffy from what he's just been doing with them for a while. with his usual lack of manners, he wipes his mouth on his sleeve and gets that dangerous sort of look in his eyes he gets sometimes. yeah, it's time.

he stands and grabs hold of ryouma, turning him around before he resumes pinning him to the tree. it's just like when they first arrived, only now nothing is preventing him from carrying out his promises. or are they threats? ]

Remember what ya asked me when we got here? If I'm gonna fuck ya harder'n ya ever been fucked before..? That ain't all talk now, is it? If ya still think y' can handle me...

[ Ryouma should have known what was coming. There's never mistaking that look in Izō's eyes. At least it's not coupled with murderous intent or he would've been dead right then and there. His eyes widen and he lets out a loud gasp as Izō pins him to the tree once again.

This is exactly what he begged for, isn't it? Ryouma pants heavily as he arches his back to present himself properly to Izō. He looks back over his shoulder, face flushed with lust in his eyes. ]

Give it t' me...I know I can handle ya.

[ that's the go-ahead izō was waiting for. he can't resist ryouma looking at him like that, for one — knowing, at least at the moment, that he's desired in return as badly as he wants ryouma. izō leans close to kiss him hungrily as he lines himself up properly and pushes inside all at once. his fingers grip ryouma's hips hard as he sinks in and takes a few moments to savour that. ]

Fuck. S' good...

[ he can't resist the fever burning away inside him anymore and the last of what control he has starts to finally slip. it's a decent spell if you know what to expect. more build-up means more energy and one can assume a healthier forest. heightened desire and the stamina to satisfy it, which ryouma will probably figure out sooner rather than later. when he starts moving he doesn't give all he's got right from the start, at least, but he does still pull almost all the way out and thrusts in deep each time. ]

Think I like havin' ya like this.

[ a lot. it's very good. his hands smooth over ryouma's hips where he's been gripping them all this time, pressing surprisingly soft kisses against his neck. ~~that's all izō, the magic does nothing about affection.~~ even as aggressive as he's been about this, izō would still do anything ryouma asked of him right now and he won't be satisfied until he knows ryouma is. thoroughly. ]

[ Despite being well-prepared, it's still a lot to take in all at once. Ryouma cries out, his voice hitching from the intensity. His hands clutch at the tree as his body tenses up, involuntarily jerking forward. Not like it does much, Izō's grip is so tight on him there's no hope of getting away.

Not that he wants to get away. No, he's happy right here, getting fucked hard in the chilly winter air. Even if he can't do much but moan and try to move with Izō's motions, it's fine with him. Izō's gentle affection is a pleasant contrast, warm and tender paired with the roughness of his fucking. It all serves to make Ryouma cry out that much louder. ]

Mm...Faster, p-please.

[ Words are difficult at the moment. ]

December Quests and Catch-All [OPEN]

Izō; nsfw

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