[They both know by now that Izuminokami does as he says he will. He's straightforward, not the type to like games. If Mikazuki wants something then he will get exactly what he wants.
When he frees Mikazuki's cock from his clothes, Izuminokami licks his lips in anticipation. Perhaps he's still a little annoyed that Mikazuki had teased him like this when all he had wanted was to play around a little. But oh well. There's no point in letting that get in the way as he leans down to lick at his cock, only teasing because if Mikazuki had to tease him then so would Izuminokami. ]
[For all his brashness, all his vigor, there's is a side to Izuminokami that is adorably obedient and he wonders how many have the unique privilege of experiencing? Certainly not like this but still. Probably not many at all.
He sighs loudly as his cock disappears between those perfect lips and he leans back because there's no need to interfere with what the young sword already knows implicitly how to do best. But he does reach out with the hand he doesn't need to support himself, and his strokes his hair. It could almost come across as patronizing--like praising a child for a job well done--if it weren't for fondness with which he regards him.]
[The hand on his head may come across as patronizing for some but by now, with how Mikazuki treats him during these moments, Izuminokami knows exactly what Mikazuki means by it. He hums, as if he's thanking him for a compliment because isn't that it? He's letting him know he's doing well.
That's what he seeks. That approval. Of course, the act of it all is something else he loves as well. Feeling a cock in his mouth, the taste, letting his tongue move against it and even just the texture of that as well. This is something he enjoys doing and as he works on bringing it down his throat, eyes closed, he gets lost in this.]
[By now, Izuminokami knows him too well and it doesn't take long before Mikazuki is biting his lip to stifle the low groan that the other drags out of him. If he wasn't completely hard when they started, he certainly is now. Likewise he knows that the young sword will complain but he doesn't really mind when he coils his long tresses around his fingers and grabs him tightly, forcing him farther down little by little.]
Good... that's good. [Mikazuki isn't one for many words so the praise that comes out in short bursts of breath is conveyed just as must by the gesture as what he says.]
[Only a small noise of content comes from him as Mikazuki makes him take more. It isn't something he will ever admit to but he loves the feeling of another having this control over him, making him take the other as they please it to be.
Even as it begins to go down his throat and Izuminokami relaxes his throat to allow it, he takes the tiny affirmations to heart. How Mikazuki groans, only slightly, and how he says he's doing good. It's enough to make him forget about everything else for the time being. Even how Mikazuki teased him.]
[It's not like Izuminokami needs to make known anyway. He speaks not with words but the way he kneels before him, the fervor with which he submits to his hands and simply allows Mikazuki to take over. At their very core, aren't all sword objects that are made to be used? But in order to do that they also need to be taken care of. And he would.
They were over eager to start though, and Mikazuki soon finds they're in a difficult position, one that can't really give them the full range needed to achieve what they both want. He has to lean back more, settling onto his arm until he's almost laying on the floor. Only then does he have the leverage to pull Izuminokami back so he can thrust into his mouth.]
[There's the thought that any body could walk in on them as they do this but Izuminokami finds it quickly leaves him as he gets lost in the feeling of Mikazuki's cock in his mouth and down his throat. As he's harder and he slips his hand down to pleasure himself in time with the thrusts. Perhaps a more selfish person would want more but he's happy with this. Something he knows that Mikazuki knows.]
[He knows it all too well, just like he also know how Izuminokami likes to put on a good show, one that he's thoroughly enjoying right now. Mikazuki can only watch him in this position, with his hand working his own cock while his mouth works another, for so long before he has to moan aloud, tipping his head back.
And even then it doesn't stop the younger sword from pressing his advantage, his pure skill. It's only a few more minutes before Mikazuki starts to come apart, his fluid movements breaking down into spasmodic jerks and with one final gasp, he finally comes.]
[It's from pure skill and experience with Mikazuki that he can immediately tell when Mikazuki is ready to come. That's when he begins to bring himself to completion too because it never takes long. The feeling of someone coming in his mouth, hearing the most subtle of sounds as he does come.
As he swallows the seed that spills into his mouth, he jerks himself off and with a much more vocal groan, he comes as he pulls the cock out of his mouth. He liked putting on a show, just like Mikazuki knew about him. With his head tilted backwards, his mouth wet, he does make quite the show.
Blue eyes meet Mikazuki's, his tongue licking his lips as he smirks.] That's what you get when you tell me what you want.
[Izuminokami has made his talents known from the very first time they did this but every time, he learns a little more, understand Mikazuki that much better so that the Heian sword can't help but be impressed, boring on flustered and furious and wanting nothing more than to respond to that smirk by flipping him on his back and giving him what he reserve. Only to repay the favor of course.
He could. And he will. But for now he maintains his strained composure, breath labored as he just watches the mess of his beautiful partner. He's reaching out out in a futile to fix his hair and cup his aggravating face.]
If I recall, I didn't have to tell you a thing. To get exactly what I wanted. [At least he's trained him well.]
[Sometimes it feels like Izuminokami is apart of some joke that Mikazuki is telling but he can't quite understand it. If he thought that Mikazuki didn't have some respect for him then he would be angrier but he knows that isn't the case.
But it doesn't mean that it isn't kind of frustrating at times.]
[Just because he's a part of the joke doesn't mean it's all about him explicitly. It's never so personal with Mikazuki. If anything he appreciates Izuminokami's good nature towards it all though that also serves to encourage him to greater heights and further teasing.
Even now, he's still scheming, as evidenced by the smile that's spreading across his face.]
Did I? I seem to recall maybe one or two things. [His eyes narrow suggestively. Lets see if this hint goes over his head too.] You could try one of them now.
You told me I'd look good sucking your dick. [Maybe not in those exact words but it's called paraphrasing.]
And...uh. I would look good...? Listen, I look good a lot. I can't remember every situation you think I'd look good. There's probably too many to count.
But it's fine. He can help jog his memory. Grabbing Kane-san by the collar of his innermost shirt, Mikazuki pulls him forward slowly, seductively, till they're close enough to kiss.] It's true. You're very beautiful. One might even say your presence illuminates any situation where you could be found.
[But all good things come to and end; this one with a rough shove, right onto the floor and the Sanjou sword hovering over him.]
Try to be practical though. What would make the most sense right now. In exactly this situation.
[Flattery was always the way to go with Izuminokami. It dropped his defenses easily so even without Mikazuki's strength aiding him, it was simple for Mikazuki to shove him down, the younger sword letting out an undignified squawk as he looks up at Mikazuki.]
What—oh. Oh. Do me, you mean. [He frowns, not nearly as harsh as it could be. More embarrassed.] Here? [As if he didn't just suck him off.]
Would you prefer to take the time to find some place better?
[It almost comes across like an earnest request. He smiles down at Izuminokami in a reassuring way, idly tracing the intricate seams of his shirt with feather-light fingertips. But then his hand is traveling lower.
He may have just brought himself to release but he's already proven himself to have the stamina of a teenager so that when Mikazuki takes hold of his cock and starts to stroke it, he's anything but surprised by the response he receives.]
[Would he? There's that voice in his head that nags him, a familiar voice. But the voice quickly leaves his mind as he moans at the feeling of the hand on his cock, covering his mouth not to attract the attention of somebody coming by.
They could be quick about it, right? And if they could get away with Izuminokami sucking him off then they could get away with this as well.]
[At the sound of Izuminokami's defenses shattering, he wears the smiles of someone who has gotten everything they want.]
That sounds like a no?
[It takes him only a moment to shrug out of the remains of the yukata he had been wearing and then he's leaning down to kiss him, swallowing this sounds for him while he drags even more out with the way his pace increases with every jerk of his hand.]
[For someone that brags about how strong he is, he's behaving very weakly here. A whimper being muffled by the other's lips as his legs spread out to make this easier for Mikazuki and his fingers clutching to anything he can as his body moves of its own accord.
It is embarrassing how quickly he comes and how hard he still is, breaking the kiss as he's out of breath. Only for a second do his eyes meet Mikazuki's before he's looking away. ]
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When he frees Mikazuki's cock from his clothes, Izuminokami licks his lips in anticipation. Perhaps he's still a little annoyed that Mikazuki had teased him like this when all he had wanted was to play around a little. But oh well. There's no point in letting that get in the way as he leans down to lick at his cock, only teasing because if Mikazuki had to tease him then so would Izuminokami. ]
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He sighs loudly as his cock disappears between those perfect lips and he leans back because there's no need to interfere with what the young sword already knows implicitly how to do best. But he does reach out with the hand he doesn't need to support himself, and his strokes his hair. It could almost come across as patronizing--like praising a child for a job well done--if it weren't for fondness with which he regards him.]
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That's what he seeks. That approval. Of course, the act of it all is something else he loves as well. Feeling a cock in his mouth, the taste, letting his tongue move against it and even just the texture of that as well. This is something he enjoys doing and as he works on bringing it down his throat, eyes closed, he gets lost in this.]
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Good... that's good. [Mikazuki isn't one for many words so the praise that comes out in short bursts of breath is conveyed just as must by the gesture as what he says.]
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Even as it begins to go down his throat and Izuminokami relaxes his throat to allow it, he takes the tiny affirmations to heart. How Mikazuki groans, only slightly, and how he says he's doing good. It's enough to make him forget about everything else for the time being. Even how Mikazuki teased him.]
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They were over eager to start though, and Mikazuki soon finds they're in a difficult position, one that can't really give them the full range needed to achieve what they both want. He has to lean back more, settling onto his arm until he's almost laying on the floor. Only then does he have the leverage to pull Izuminokami back so he can thrust into his mouth.]
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And even then it doesn't stop the younger sword from pressing his advantage, his pure skill. It's only a few more minutes before Mikazuki starts to come apart, his fluid movements breaking down into spasmodic jerks and with one final gasp, he finally comes.]
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As he swallows the seed that spills into his mouth, he jerks himself off and with a much more vocal groan, he comes as he pulls the cock out of his mouth. He liked putting on a show, just like Mikazuki knew about him. With his head tilted backwards, his mouth wet, he does make quite the show.
Blue eyes meet Mikazuki's, his tongue licking his lips as he smirks.] That's what you get when you tell me what you want.
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He could. And he will. But for now he maintains his strained composure, breath labored as he just watches the mess of his beautiful partner. He's reaching out out in a futile to fix his hair and cup his aggravating face.]
If I recall, I didn't have to tell you a thing. To get exactly what I wanted. [At least he's trained him well.]
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But it doesn't mean that it isn't kind of frustrating at times.]
You told me some things.
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Even now, he's still scheming, as evidenced by the smile that's spreading across his face.]
Did I? I seem to recall maybe one or two things. [His eyes narrow suggestively. Lets see if this hint goes over his head too.] You could try one of them now.
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You told me I'd look good sucking your dick. [Maybe not in those exact words but it's called paraphrasing.]
And...uh. I would look good...? Listen, I look good a lot. I can't remember every situation you think I'd look good. There's probably too many to count.
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But it's fine. He can help jog his memory. Grabbing Kane-san by the collar of his innermost shirt, Mikazuki pulls him forward slowly, seductively, till they're close enough to kiss.] It's true. You're very beautiful. One might even say your presence illuminates any situation where you could be found.
[But all good things come to and end; this one with a rough shove, right onto the floor and the Sanjou sword hovering over him.]
Try to be practical though. What would make the most sense right now. In exactly this situation.
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What—oh. Oh. Do me, you mean. [He frowns, not nearly as harsh as it could be. More embarrassed.] Here? [As if he didn't just suck him off.]
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[It almost comes across like an earnest request. He smiles down at Izuminokami in a reassuring way, idly tracing the intricate seams of his shirt with feather-light fingertips. But then his hand is traveling lower.
He may have just brought himself to release but he's already proven himself to have the stamina of a teenager so that when Mikazuki takes hold of his cock and starts to stroke it, he's anything but surprised by the response he receives.]
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They could be quick about it, right? And if they could get away with Izuminokami sucking him off then they could get away with this as well.]
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That sounds like a no?
[It takes him only a moment to shrug out of the remains of the yukata he had been wearing and then he's leaning down to kiss him, swallowing this sounds for him while he drags even more out with the way his pace increases with every jerk of his hand.]
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It is embarrassing how quickly he comes and how hard he still is, breaking the kiss as he's out of breath. Only for a second do his eyes meet Mikazuki's before he's looking away. ]