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Backdated log, Complete [Part 2/2]
When: Oct. 28th/29th
Rating: NC-17 (Sex, yay?)
Characters: Shirou Kamui [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fateisabitch] and Agatsuma Soubi [lying_obedience]
Summary: Soubi “gives in” to Kamui’s request. Follows after this thread.
Log:
The boy was, admittedly, curious about those bandages, but he figured that Soubi would tell him what it was for sometime on his own. Now... was just not a good time; Kamui wasn't that clueless.
Instead, now was the time for Kamui to... let things go further. All he had to do was obey the other's soft request, trying to get his mind in gear enough to squirm out of his pants, laying there for a moment, feeling rather shy. He wasn't quite used to being outright naked in front of a man like this, in his position, nibbling/sucking on the end of his index finger to help distract himself a bit. He was curious, though: those items... Fuuma hadn't brought anything during their times together. What was...? "What are those for?" he asked around his finger, eyes sidewise to look at the things in question.
--
Like a kitten, so soft and coy.
Soubi briefly wondered as to whether or not the boy had any idea how cute and seemingly innocent it was to be doing such a thing with his mouth and fingers, how turned out that simple action could make a person. Undoubtedly not, and a smile filtered across his face in calm reassurance, taking in the boy’s inquisitive nature, how he seemed only slightly perturbed at the fact he was indeed far more naked than he. Ah, the innocence of such a question, and Kamui certainly had no idea. Did he?
But he wouldn’t have thought to bring the items had the idea not briefly crossed his mind.
“For you,” Soubi murmured in reply, fingers unfastening his jeans and unzipping them, though making no move to remove them further as he grabbed at the lube. Leaning over, propped on an elbow and relatively close to Kamui’s gloriously naked proximity, Soubi traced a lightly, swirling pattern across skin with the edge of the container. For safety, for comfort.
He made emphasis on the thought by dropping his hand between Kamui’s thighs, nudging them apart slightly and teasing in the same previous motions to whatever flesh he could reach. If the boy didn’t understand, then that was fine also. Soubi would show him; such was part of his life.
--
"For me?" Kamui asked, still not getting it. He really should have known these things, but... he wasn't exactly a normal teenager. He was a bit cut off from some things thanks to his role and those who surrounded him. Of course, had he expressed an interest in such things to the other Seals, he probably would have gotten more than one of those 'talks', but he had very wisely kept his mouth shut. He would have died if Karen or Sorata had sat him down and tried to...
Oh god, the other was touching and teasing him again, the boy obediently spreading his legs at the sensation, smiling at the man shyly. Soubi was being so kind; playful and teasing at times too, but not in a sadistic way like Fuuma. Soubi was making this nice and fun.
--
A nod was all that was given in response, some twisted form of empty guilt tearing into the pit of his stomach. He mistook it for premature excitement, moving himself a little closer and leaning over the other to press a kiss to his cheek, the tip of his nose, and finally his mouth, amused at the situation. But whatever thought Soubi had been drying to drag up was forgotten within lips that melted against his own, tasting of sugar and just as sweet as one of Kio’s lollipops.
Oh, this child was certainly going to ruin him. At least, whatever was left to ruin.
“Touch me.” Hesitant, a question rather than a command or request murmured against damp lips when he managed to stop kissing the other, the hand still hidden between slender thighs petting at the soft flesh and teasing what he could reach with the small tube of lubricant. A little roughness was meant to be incurred sooner or later, nothing too devastating, wanting to preserve Kamui’s purity even as he took it. And tilting his head slightly, he lightly nibbled a path along jaw, throat, and collarbone, eventually nipping at the unmarked flesh of a shoulder and sucking.
--
Touch him? Well, damn it. Kamui had to admit he had no idea what to do, wanting to please the other, but not sure what would be best. He'd just have to experiment, and hopefully Soubi would continue to be kind and patient. "O-okay..." he whispered, hands moving with a feather light touch along Soubi's sides, chest, moving downward. With a bit of a gulp, Kamui let his small hands slip into the man's pants, touching the flesh there curiously.
Yeah, it was a weird position now, both sets of hands between each other's legs, but... whatever. Kamui found this pleasing for sure, moaning a bit more loudly as the other sucked on his skin, hand squeezing Soubi gently as he petted him. He really hoped this was okay...
--
If he made any sound at the impromptu caress of his skin, it was immediately muffled against Kamui’s shoulder, Soubi’s fingers digging a little into the flesh of the other’s thigh to steady himself from such an overwhelming sensation. His question certainly had been vague, but somehow, his mind hadn’t prepared him for such a direct interpretation, the youth’s artlessness in the task both cute and highly arousing.
And there was an unrestrained shiver as boyish hands teased over his arousal, the gentle instability of the act gouging at his longing to see Ritsuka and hold him and…
Pitiful. He would have been mocked for such thoughts, and Soubi steeled his reserve, giving one last bite to that pale shoulder, inevitably marking it before withdrawing his hand and pulling at Kamui’s own between thighs, incidentally leeching another wave of sharp pleasure through him as he unfurled slender fingers to kiss them, nibbling gently and forcing them to hold the lubricant as he uncapped it.
“Ready?” Soubi asked quietly, thinking that Kamui would have no idea what was to come next, not having recognized the lube or the condom…which Soubi reminded himself not to ignore. His breathing was a little heavier now, somewhat strained, but watching that face, knowing those eyes… It really didn’t matter anymore.
--
"Yeah," Kamui said softly, watching the other carefully, obviously trying to learn and remember whatever was about to happen. He definitely knew how sex with a guy worked now, but... still wasn't sure how the objects played into it. As stupid as he felt, all he could do was wait to see. Maybe this was something Fuuma had denied him during their time? Something good he had left out in order to torture and tease Kamui more?
He propped himself up just barely, looking to Soubi with an almost innocent curiosity, then turning his gaze to see what would be going on with this tube he was holding. And that little package the other had.
--
Soubi hummed softly at the quiet word, averting his gaze so as not to get too caught up in the expression while he thought the best way to go about doing this without too much infliction on the other. Normally, he wouldn’t have cared. Fighters caused pain, imposed damage so as to protect their Sacrifice, and Kamui, as he’d already thought so many times before, was never going to replace Ritsuka. No one could. But the boy’s youth and blushing face did not deserve sweating, rutting sex.
Perhaps love, either. Because, as Loveless, Soubi knew nothing of it. Yet, he could be…gentle.
Nodding, he pried the container from Kamui’s fingers with a gentle kiss to pale knuckles and moved to his knees, covering his fingers with the semi-warmed gel, watching as he smeared it with his thumb and forefinger. Soubi wanted to laugh at that also, but he refrained, hovering over Kamui’s side, sinking a little lower to lick at naked ribs and abdomen, teasing lightly with his tongue to distract him as the same hand covered in lubricant slid between thighs, delicately touching but otherwise searching for the entrance to such a chaste body.
Now or never he supposed. And with a bite to Kamui’s hipbone, he slowly worked a finger in, having found what he’d wanted to find without much difficulty despite visual aid.
--
All at once, Kamui's body tensed as he winced ever-so-slightly with the intrusion. It wasn't a new sensation -having had Fuuma do this once or twice- but it still… hurt. Just a little, though; the gel he'd been confused about apparently making insertion and movement smoother and easier on him. It actually felt rather… nice, after his body started stretching and accepting the digit.
So. The mystery of the tube was now solved, but he still didn't know what was up with that little package. Not that he was able to focus on that curiosity, the feeling of having something inside of him much too good now to think on anything but that.
--
It was always some sort of game he insisted on playing, mouth and tongue continuing to lave attention upon the prominent rise of such a cute hipbone, blond hair trailing along in his wake. He’d have teased with that also had he not been a little more interested in preparing the other, ever curious as to why he hadn’t spread his own legs and insisted Kamui take him instead. An odd concept Soubi hadn’t even considered, too focused and driven on the task at hand to really think on it.
Easy and careful. With the way the boy tensed beneath him, perhaps it would have been better the other way. Soubi could have handled such useless pain.
“Relax,” he murmured against reddened skin, wiggling his finger a little to slide it even deeper, pushing and stretching, almost stroking in a way. After a minute, he withdrew, sitting up to apply more lubricant and returning with an additional finger. Still caught up in it, the urge was stronger to stop and explain to Kamui in such few short words he should be doing this to him because confidence was not a won-over trait in the youth writhing lightly beneath him. But Soubi said nothing, merely pushed in and listened to the sounds, contemplating it all without any form of physical distraction.
Seimei and Ritsuka… Soubi spread his fingers and slid even deeper, wanting noise, something, anything that would force him to forget. Even for a moment.
--
Once again, the boy winced a little as more fingers were slid inside his small body, still not used to such things. Maybe... maybe if he was taken a few times more, this pain wouldn't exist after a while, but... little good that thought did him now. All he could do at the current moment was focus on breathing, it coming out in little huffs, as he tried to relax as Soubi had told him. Relax, relax, relax.
And then those fingers started to press deeper, moving to spread him out more, and Kamui moaned as his body bucked into it a little. The moan was a little louder than he really thought was proper, but... well, screw it. If Fuuma heard, then Fuuma heard. Kamui hoped he got jealous.
--
Oh, yes, the indecision was stronger now, hearing the noises through some magnified sense of lust, aware of the tremble in Kamui’s thighs as he slowly mocked in and out motions with his fingers. He dipped his head to suck at the smooth skin of the boy’s lower abdomen, feeling the heat of his arousal near his head, thinking as to whether or not he should and knowing he could, but still wary. Kamui didn’t seem capable of handling any more stimulation, but the curiosity…
An experiment. Surely it would kill the both of them.
And Soubi lifted his face, hand curving a little to thrust up before pulling away and repeating the action all over again. Adjacent to the boy’s body, it wasn’t so difficult to nudge the erection with his nose, breathing against it in partial warning before kissing the hot flesh, almost daintily licking even as he managed to slide a third finger into Kamui’s accepting frame. Burning, suffocating. He’d cast one of his battle spells, and with a shaky sigh, he groaned quietly against him.
He’d never lost so much before.
--
The pain the third finger would have brought him was totally lost in the sensations of the other paying attention to his erection, Kamui's eyes once again shutting tightly as he squirmed. "Nnngahh~" he moaned again as he moved more, unsure of what he should be doing. In all honesty, he was rather surprised that he hadn't come yet, but... he didn't want to. Not yet. He wanted... for this to last.
Kamui wasn't a virgin, no, but this was like his first time; the sensations all somehow new, despite having had very similar things inflicted on him before. This was... better. Knowing it was entirely his choice to be doing this; knowing it had been his own will that had started this. He didn't feel like an odd victim as he did with Fuuma.
--
Soubi almost lost sight of original intentions the moment Kamui writhed, the boy inadvertently rubbing himself with less delicacy against his mouth and nose, and he gasped at the feel of it. How deathly warm such an innocent action made him. It wasn’t the same as Ritsuka’s unknowing motives, when he blushed or breathed against him as they embraced lightly, but the effects were almost as tragic, Soubi suddenly lost to himself and his actions.
God, his patience had worn itself too thin.
“Here,” he breathed out, having quickly pulled his fingers free of that encasing heat, his mouth from the slick feel of Kamui’s arousal to grab at the condom. Soubi was losing concentration even as he tore at the package with his teeth to extract its contents and drop it into the boy’s hand. He didn’t have the time to explain, most likely would have done no such thing in the end. “Put it on me.” And those were the only words spoken as he forced himself to swallow air properly, trying to clear his head, ignoring another streak of impulsiveness as he guided slender fingers to the taut material of jeans and cloth. Too forgetful to undress, allow the other to do as he pleased.
Stupid, stupid Soubi. And a bead of sweat slid down the side of his cheek.
--
Kamui blinked at the condom, not sure how the damn thing worked. Now that he saw it out of it's package, he recognized it a bit more thanks to TV, but... he never learned how to put one on. At least he knew where it went, though.
For now, he focused on helping Soubi out of his pants, nibbling on his lower lip again as he finally saw all of the other. Y-yeah... he wanted this, even though his nerves were becoming more prominent again. "U-um..." His eyes drifted from the condom to the other's... yeah... trying to figure this out. Okay. The middle had to go...
He experimentally placed the middle right at the other's tip... and then... maybe the rolled edges needed to be unrolled, which seemed most logical and so he did just that. And it seemed to work, Kamui feeling oddly proud that the condom appeared to be on correctly. Heh. That wasn't so hard.
--
There wasn’t any time for Soubi to appreciate the shy accomplishment given by the younger, fingers sliding around himself to test the condom’s placement. It wasn’t comfortable, something so restricting never was, but such an insignificant was lost as he moved around on the bed, gently kicking long legs free of the remainder of his clothes.
He’d given up thinking completely now, hands sliding over Kamui’s body, pausing to tease at random hot spots whenever it drew a delicious sound from that throat, and it was only a matter of time before he was leaning over Kamui again, situated between slender thighs. Kissing even as his fingers stroked at a knee, rocking lightly with intended motions before pushing those pretty legs up.
There was a questioning sound, almost to confirm continuation while he reached for the small tube lying somewhat discarded beside them and spread its contents over himself, ignoring the stimulation his own hand brought. But why the hesitation? Soubi wanted this done, behind him, and almost detached, he lifted Kamui’s hips as he worked on guiding himself in.
--
Once Kamui felt the other start pressing into him, he winced again, this time much more noticeably. Even with the stretching, even having done this before, it hurt really bad. "Ah~ O-ow..." he whimpered out, feeling embarrassed. He was used to pain, yes, but not this kind at all. The pain often inflicted on him was sharp or dull; broken bones, slicing of his flesh... the feeling of this forced stretching was nothing like those.
His legs wrapped around the other slightly as he sought to find a perfectly comfortable position, panting at the pain, licking his lips when they got dry. It... it was starting to fade, though; just as it always did. Still hurt, but it'd be gone soon. And then he would be lost.
--
He was still pushing inward when that quiet sound and recognition of hurt filtered through his senses, Soubi’s body tensing equally hard as the body beneath his shivered. Too much already, though only half-resting within Kamui, and he grunted quietly, steadying his weight with one hand while reaching between them with his other to fist it around the forgotten erection there. He didn’t think it necessary in asking if the boy was fine, Soubi knowing it would only get worse if he hesitated any longer.
So, drawing in a quiet breath, enjoying the weight of Kamui’s legs around him, Soubi thrust quickly. Once, and stroking over the other’s arousal, hoping to divert whatever discomfort towards a wider spectrum of pleasure.
And there was control as he waited, though he trembled almost fiercely before the reaction was suppressed, enjoying the heat of Kamui’s body around him, but doing little to exercise it. He would do nothing until prompted, mouth placing a semi-apologetic kiss to gaping lips. Still sweet, beautiful.
--
Kamui bit his bottom lip hard as the other suddenly thrust into him, back and neck arching as he tried not to cry out. Even with that hand playing at his cock, it... hurt. At least it was a quick pain, though, much like ripping off a band-aid: a horrible, sharp initial pain, which quickly fades. That... that's what was happening with his body now, the pain fading as the other waited; as Kamui stretched out a little more. It was kind of... nice, really: Fuuma had never once waited. When Fuuma took him, he just went at it, the goal seeming to be making the smaller teen scream, in one way or another. With Soubi... it seemed as though he really wanted Kamui to enjoy it entirely.
"Mmm... I'm... okay..." he finally managed to moan and pant out, wriggling just a little to better get the point across. He had to admit: he was curious as to how Soubi would go about this. If he would be as rough as Fuuma at all.
--
“Liar,” he murmured quietly against whatever skin his mouth was closest to, smelling the sweat, the pain, and everything else that filtered into his head before thought shut down completely. Soubi moved, a shallow twist of his hips, as if testing the depth within Kamui, and when he closed his eyes, ignoring the world but for the boy writhing beneath him, it started.
His fingers slid to caress a trembling thigh, gripping it firmly and pushing up as he rocked inward, wanting to drive himself as deep as he could go, aware of the muscles constricting and loosening around him. Somewhere, a sound escaped his throat, torn at the bombardment of sensation blinding him, and lips kissed along flesh, nibbling lightly before claiming a kiss, swallowing whatever noises Kamui was making for the time being. It was sensuous, slowly building, and the hand around the other’s cock jerked with the motions of his body.
Pain, pleasure. It mixed together into some form of aesthetic, drowning Soubi until he could do nothing but gasp quietly.
--
All the smaller male could do was moan into the other's mouth, so many sensations already starting to make his head swim. Sure, it still hurt a bit -not unexpected- but it made him wonderfully dizzy, and he loved it. Once again, this was nothing like his times with Fuuma, where all movement had been meant to tease; to make Kamui tell him exactly what he wanted and make him beg for it, only to do it too roughly when he finally gave it to him Kamui... hadn't liked that. He didn't want to have to think of sex as nothing but torture.
This wasn't torture, though: the thrusting making his body move along with it, managing to move his hips a little to help the other push even deeper. That felt good too, actually. To be filled deep within his petite body. He wanted more.
--
And surely it was an accident when a deep shiver filtered through him at the vibrations against his lips, the sound trapped against the tongue sliding just as slickly into the heat of Kamui’s mouth. His holding fumbled around him, as turbulent as the automatic rhythm pushing the other further into the mattress, and they rocked together, Soubi handling too much control, not knowing what to do with it.
It was for the best he couldn’t comprehend correctly, easy movements driving everything but the simplest of responses from him, and Soubi tore himself from the kisses, wet heat sliding as he nipped at skin, suckled hard enough to leave an accidental bruise. The sounds, the faux warmth of this embrace. He wanted more, needed and needed until something as cruelly plain as Agatsuma Soubi did not exist. Not in this act, thinking to draw noises, even the slightest gasp of his name from angelic lips already choked for breath. A chaotic twist, unable to think, but there was also teaching, guiding.
Could he still manage it?
“Kamui,” he hissed softly, withdrawing himself to the brink of cold air rushing around him before driving back in, fingers clawing at the pale skin of thighs, probably marking. He pulled the boy’s hips to him, pacing himself, trying to breathe. But it failed, and distorted lust fogged his mind completely.
--
Kamui cried out a little as he heard his name, the way the other said it sending wonderful chilly hot tingles along his spine. He couldn't believe how involved he was in this; all of his senses being engaged, and for the first time, being in a state to realize and appreciate it. He could smell the sweat between them, mingled with something else... perhaps that was what sex itself smelled like? And the taste... he could still taste Soubi from those kisses, finding himself wondering what other parts of the older man would taste like (that, however, would have to wait for another time). He could also see sparks behind his tightly closed eyes with each thrust; wet sounds, and his and Soubi's own panting accompanying them.
"Soubi..." he managed to whisper, half a moan itself, as he opened his eyes just enough to see the other, the innocent-seeming violet shining with what was probably lust.
--
Empty. He felt so cold even as the heat slid over him, out of him, past him, and into Kamui. The other’s light nuances did not help what small portion of self-control he’d managed to tuck away, and all of it broke, like the ending of a battle, shattering into a million pieces.
He didn’t lose, wasn’t trained in the art of fine defeat, but this was killing him all so slowly. The boy’s inexperience wasn’t helping to justify what it was he was doing either.
“Your hips,” he choked out, biting on his tongue the moment eyes opened to watch Kamui’s own, the orbs so dark they were almost black. A garbled sound died in his throat, the remnants of a name inappropriate of the time, and he shook his head, strands of find blond clinging to his face, his skin. Perhaps it was all sweat, but even his eyes burned as he felt some imaginary gate threatening to crack, spill over and wash him past all forgiveness. And his hand tightened around Kamui’s erection, motions broken as pelvises ground together.
So close, Soubi needing the boy to climax and release the restriction on him. He was such a poor loser after all, and his entire body trembled as he watched him.
--
Oh god, feeling the way the man's hand tightened around him, still moving within him... it was starting to get to be too much. It was all Kamui could do to whimper, moan, and buck his hips into it ravenously, forcing Soubi deep and hard into his body. He was loving this; quite obviously loving it.
Of course, all good, wonderful things DO have to come to an end... as much as Kamui didn't want them to.
The pleasure was just starting to build within him, expanding almost painfully, as he tried to hold back, not wanting this to stop. He could only hold out for so long, however -still way too inexperienced- finally feeling that dam of control burst open, his entire body arching and tensing as he cried out. Loudly. Which was embarrassing and non-intentional, but what else could he do while his mind's sensibility was overridden with the pleasure of orgasm?
--
There, the wet feel of Kamui’s orgasm slipping over his fingers, the sounds dying in the boy’s throat, and Soubi dropped the threaded restraint in him, thrusting a few more times, practically cutting off circulation to boyish legs when he pushed up, angling a little differently. His own climax was a quick thing, not so drawn out or immensely satisfying as the other’s seemed to be, but it worked, gloriously numbing him to the point nothing remained, not even his name.
Did this account for something? Maybe, but Soubi was too tired to even concentrate on deciphering its meaning.
Shuddering over the boy a second longer, he withdrew, carefully turning himself onto his side to lay beside him, feeling oddly withdrawn, eyes watching the ceiling even as sense slowly returned. He wanted a cigarette, its calming effects in him because resting beside Kamui was charging his body into an interesting mess of nerves and unexplained tangents. Pulling his hair to the side, also desiring a shower to rid himself of such unmannered sweat, he touched the boy’s cheek, soaking up the flushed heat of his cheeks instantly.
“All right?” he asked, voice somewhat hoarse but still seductively sweet, and having nothing else to say, he leaned over to kiss him softly.
--
Kamui hummed contently into the kiss, trying to kiss back properly even though he was still out of breath and fully prepared to fall asleep, despite the mess his own orgasm had made. "Mmm... yeah..." A sweet, relaxed smile reached his face, looking at the other tiredly. "That was... I really, really liked that..." Oh, yeah, he did, but... but what about Soubi? Kamui had been worried that he'd forced him into this, and now that he thought about it, Soubi's first words hadn't reflected his own enjoyment, but had asked about Kamui instead, and... and...!
"But... what about you?" he finally asked, hand reaching to gently touch the other's cheek; just a brush of fingertips.
--
The quiet laugh was forced as he briefly touched his tongue to lips and tilted his head back, enjoying the boy’s partially flustered state of coherency and the fingers to his face. What of him indeed? Soubi hadn’t the slightest clue how to react to such questions, simply tossing his head lightly in response instead and giving a brief smile. The kiss had helped calm his nerves, something he would still need the nicotine fix for when he left, but…
Almost coy, he slid a hand over those somewhat visible ribs, brushing over the other’s navel and between his legs, as if feeling the place he’d once been. And the condom, unwelcoming as well as awkward around him since it had done it’s purpose. But it could wait though, if only a moment.
The boy was on the verge of sleeping, if but needing some coaxing.
“Rest a little,” he answered, giving him that reassuring grin that said he was more than fine, nothing worth questioning about him. It was his Ritsuka Smile, a lie no one could see through, and inside, Soubi was fighting to stop the frown wishing to bring itself to the surface.
--
"Mmm..." the teenage boy purred and smiled calmly as he was touched, eyes barely open. He wanted to sleep so badly, but still... he couldn't help but be concerned for the other. Of course, that didn't mean he couldn't scooch into a more comfortable position first, rolling onto his side and curling up a bit. "But... but are you okay... are you sure?" As soon as the last word finished leaving his lips, he yawned, really working to stay awake at least long enough to get something akin to an answer. Maybe. Eh, he could always ask later if he fell asleep? Which... he definitely was about to do, his eyes finally slipping shut despite himself.
--
His mouth twisted into the slightest of grins at the innocent gesture, his words. Soubi knew his thought processes were going to be an issue, the ideas already starting to battle against the momentary blockades settled around him, and he sighed softly. Moving to the edge of the bed, he finally slipped the condom from himself, wrapping it in one of the tissues he’d noticed resting on the miniature table before pushing at the blankets and folding them over the boy.
Keep him warm, allow him whatever thoughts he needed.
“I will be,” he answered softly, sitting lightly on the mattress and reaching out to touch the his hair. Soft like Ritsuka’s, beautiful like Ritsuka’s. Nice and dark like Seimei’s. With a quiet sound, Soubi merely did nothing but watch as the other slowly drifted off, knowing he’d be gone when those pretty eyes opened once more.
Rating: NC-17 (Sex, yay?)
Characters: Shirou Kamui [
fateisabitch] and Agatsuma Soubi [lying_obedience]Summary: Soubi “gives in” to Kamui’s request. Follows after this thread.
Log:
The boy was, admittedly, curious about those bandages, but he figured that Soubi would tell him what it was for sometime on his own. Now... was just not a good time; Kamui wasn't that clueless.
Instead, now was the time for Kamui to... let things go further. All he had to do was obey the other's soft request, trying to get his mind in gear enough to squirm out of his pants, laying there for a moment, feeling rather shy. He wasn't quite used to being outright naked in front of a man like this, in his position, nibbling/sucking on the end of his index finger to help distract himself a bit. He was curious, though: those items... Fuuma hadn't brought anything during their times together. What was...? "What are those for?" he asked around his finger, eyes sidewise to look at the things in question.
Like a kitten, so soft and coy.
Soubi briefly wondered as to whether or not the boy had any idea how cute and seemingly innocent it was to be doing such a thing with his mouth and fingers, how turned out that simple action could make a person. Undoubtedly not, and a smile filtered across his face in calm reassurance, taking in the boy’s inquisitive nature, how he seemed only slightly perturbed at the fact he was indeed far more naked than he. Ah, the innocence of such a question, and Kamui certainly had no idea. Did he?
But he wouldn’t have thought to bring the items had the idea not briefly crossed his mind.
“For you,” Soubi murmured in reply, fingers unfastening his jeans and unzipping them, though making no move to remove them further as he grabbed at the lube. Leaning over, propped on an elbow and relatively close to Kamui’s gloriously naked proximity, Soubi traced a lightly, swirling pattern across skin with the edge of the container. For safety, for comfort.
He made emphasis on the thought by dropping his hand between Kamui’s thighs, nudging them apart slightly and teasing in the same previous motions to whatever flesh he could reach. If the boy didn’t understand, then that was fine also. Soubi would show him; such was part of his life.
"For me?" Kamui asked, still not getting it. He really should have known these things, but... he wasn't exactly a normal teenager. He was a bit cut off from some things thanks to his role and those who surrounded him. Of course, had he expressed an interest in such things to the other Seals, he probably would have gotten more than one of those 'talks', but he had very wisely kept his mouth shut. He would have died if Karen or Sorata had sat him down and tried to...
Oh god, the other was touching and teasing him again, the boy obediently spreading his legs at the sensation, smiling at the man shyly. Soubi was being so kind; playful and teasing at times too, but not in a sadistic way like Fuuma. Soubi was making this nice and fun.
A nod was all that was given in response, some twisted form of empty guilt tearing into the pit of his stomach. He mistook it for premature excitement, moving himself a little closer and leaning over the other to press a kiss to his cheek, the tip of his nose, and finally his mouth, amused at the situation. But whatever thought Soubi had been drying to drag up was forgotten within lips that melted against his own, tasting of sugar and just as sweet as one of Kio’s lollipops.
Oh, this child was certainly going to ruin him. At least, whatever was left to ruin.
“Touch me.” Hesitant, a question rather than a command or request murmured against damp lips when he managed to stop kissing the other, the hand still hidden between slender thighs petting at the soft flesh and teasing what he could reach with the small tube of lubricant. A little roughness was meant to be incurred sooner or later, nothing too devastating, wanting to preserve Kamui’s purity even as he took it. And tilting his head slightly, he lightly nibbled a path along jaw, throat, and collarbone, eventually nipping at the unmarked flesh of a shoulder and sucking.
Touch him? Well, damn it. Kamui had to admit he had no idea what to do, wanting to please the other, but not sure what would be best. He'd just have to experiment, and hopefully Soubi would continue to be kind and patient. "O-okay..." he whispered, hands moving with a feather light touch along Soubi's sides, chest, moving downward. With a bit of a gulp, Kamui let his small hands slip into the man's pants, touching the flesh there curiously.
Yeah, it was a weird position now, both sets of hands between each other's legs, but... whatever. Kamui found this pleasing for sure, moaning a bit more loudly as the other sucked on his skin, hand squeezing Soubi gently as he petted him. He really hoped this was okay...
If he made any sound at the impromptu caress of his skin, it was immediately muffled against Kamui’s shoulder, Soubi’s fingers digging a little into the flesh of the other’s thigh to steady himself from such an overwhelming sensation. His question certainly had been vague, but somehow, his mind hadn’t prepared him for such a direct interpretation, the youth’s artlessness in the task both cute and highly arousing.
And there was an unrestrained shiver as boyish hands teased over his arousal, the gentle instability of the act gouging at his longing to see Ritsuka and hold him and…
Pitiful. He would have been mocked for such thoughts, and Soubi steeled his reserve, giving one last bite to that pale shoulder, inevitably marking it before withdrawing his hand and pulling at Kamui’s own between thighs, incidentally leeching another wave of sharp pleasure through him as he unfurled slender fingers to kiss them, nibbling gently and forcing them to hold the lubricant as he uncapped it.
“Ready?” Soubi asked quietly, thinking that Kamui would have no idea what was to come next, not having recognized the lube or the condom…which Soubi reminded himself not to ignore. His breathing was a little heavier now, somewhat strained, but watching that face, knowing those eyes… It really didn’t matter anymore.
"Yeah," Kamui said softly, watching the other carefully, obviously trying to learn and remember whatever was about to happen. He definitely knew how sex with a guy worked now, but... still wasn't sure how the objects played into it. As stupid as he felt, all he could do was wait to see. Maybe this was something Fuuma had denied him during their time? Something good he had left out in order to torture and tease Kamui more?
He propped himself up just barely, looking to Soubi with an almost innocent curiosity, then turning his gaze to see what would be going on with this tube he was holding. And that little package the other had.
Soubi hummed softly at the quiet word, averting his gaze so as not to get too caught up in the expression while he thought the best way to go about doing this without too much infliction on the other. Normally, he wouldn’t have cared. Fighters caused pain, imposed damage so as to protect their Sacrifice, and Kamui, as he’d already thought so many times before, was never going to replace Ritsuka. No one could. But the boy’s youth and blushing face did not deserve sweating, rutting sex.
Perhaps love, either. Because, as Loveless, Soubi knew nothing of it. Yet, he could be…gentle.
Nodding, he pried the container from Kamui’s fingers with a gentle kiss to pale knuckles and moved to his knees, covering his fingers with the semi-warmed gel, watching as he smeared it with his thumb and forefinger. Soubi wanted to laugh at that also, but he refrained, hovering over Kamui’s side, sinking a little lower to lick at naked ribs and abdomen, teasing lightly with his tongue to distract him as the same hand covered in lubricant slid between thighs, delicately touching but otherwise searching for the entrance to such a chaste body.
Now or never he supposed. And with a bite to Kamui’s hipbone, he slowly worked a finger in, having found what he’d wanted to find without much difficulty despite visual aid.
All at once, Kamui's body tensed as he winced ever-so-slightly with the intrusion. It wasn't a new sensation -having had Fuuma do this once or twice- but it still… hurt. Just a little, though; the gel he'd been confused about apparently making insertion and movement smoother and easier on him. It actually felt rather… nice, after his body started stretching and accepting the digit.
So. The mystery of the tube was now solved, but he still didn't know what was up with that little package. Not that he was able to focus on that curiosity, the feeling of having something inside of him much too good now to think on anything but that.
It was always some sort of game he insisted on playing, mouth and tongue continuing to lave attention upon the prominent rise of such a cute hipbone, blond hair trailing along in his wake. He’d have teased with that also had he not been a little more interested in preparing the other, ever curious as to why he hadn’t spread his own legs and insisted Kamui take him instead. An odd concept Soubi hadn’t even considered, too focused and driven on the task at hand to really think on it.
Easy and careful. With the way the boy tensed beneath him, perhaps it would have been better the other way. Soubi could have handled such useless pain.
“Relax,” he murmured against reddened skin, wiggling his finger a little to slide it even deeper, pushing and stretching, almost stroking in a way. After a minute, he withdrew, sitting up to apply more lubricant and returning with an additional finger. Still caught up in it, the urge was stronger to stop and explain to Kamui in such few short words he should be doing this to him because confidence was not a won-over trait in the youth writhing lightly beneath him. But Soubi said nothing, merely pushed in and listened to the sounds, contemplating it all without any form of physical distraction.
Seimei and Ritsuka… Soubi spread his fingers and slid even deeper, wanting noise, something, anything that would force him to forget. Even for a moment.
Once again, the boy winced a little as more fingers were slid inside his small body, still not used to such things. Maybe... maybe if he was taken a few times more, this pain wouldn't exist after a while, but... little good that thought did him now. All he could do at the current moment was focus on breathing, it coming out in little huffs, as he tried to relax as Soubi had told him. Relax, relax, relax.
And then those fingers started to press deeper, moving to spread him out more, and Kamui moaned as his body bucked into it a little. The moan was a little louder than he really thought was proper, but... well, screw it. If Fuuma heard, then Fuuma heard. Kamui hoped he got jealous.
Oh, yes, the indecision was stronger now, hearing the noises through some magnified sense of lust, aware of the tremble in Kamui’s thighs as he slowly mocked in and out motions with his fingers. He dipped his head to suck at the smooth skin of the boy’s lower abdomen, feeling the heat of his arousal near his head, thinking as to whether or not he should and knowing he could, but still wary. Kamui didn’t seem capable of handling any more stimulation, but the curiosity…
An experiment. Surely it would kill the both of them.
And Soubi lifted his face, hand curving a little to thrust up before pulling away and repeating the action all over again. Adjacent to the boy’s body, it wasn’t so difficult to nudge the erection with his nose, breathing against it in partial warning before kissing the hot flesh, almost daintily licking even as he managed to slide a third finger into Kamui’s accepting frame. Burning, suffocating. He’d cast one of his battle spells, and with a shaky sigh, he groaned quietly against him.
He’d never lost so much before.
The pain the third finger would have brought him was totally lost in the sensations of the other paying attention to his erection, Kamui's eyes once again shutting tightly as he squirmed. "Nnngahh~" he moaned again as he moved more, unsure of what he should be doing. In all honesty, he was rather surprised that he hadn't come yet, but... he didn't want to. Not yet. He wanted... for this to last.
Kamui wasn't a virgin, no, but this was like his first time; the sensations all somehow new, despite having had very similar things inflicted on him before. This was... better. Knowing it was entirely his choice to be doing this; knowing it had been his own will that had started this. He didn't feel like an odd victim as he did with Fuuma.
Soubi almost lost sight of original intentions the moment Kamui writhed, the boy inadvertently rubbing himself with less delicacy against his mouth and nose, and he gasped at the feel of it. How deathly warm such an innocent action made him. It wasn’t the same as Ritsuka’s unknowing motives, when he blushed or breathed against him as they embraced lightly, but the effects were almost as tragic, Soubi suddenly lost to himself and his actions.
God, his patience had worn itself too thin.
“Here,” he breathed out, having quickly pulled his fingers free of that encasing heat, his mouth from the slick feel of Kamui’s arousal to grab at the condom. Soubi was losing concentration even as he tore at the package with his teeth to extract its contents and drop it into the boy’s hand. He didn’t have the time to explain, most likely would have done no such thing in the end. “Put it on me.” And those were the only words spoken as he forced himself to swallow air properly, trying to clear his head, ignoring another streak of impulsiveness as he guided slender fingers to the taut material of jeans and cloth. Too forgetful to undress, allow the other to do as he pleased.
Stupid, stupid Soubi. And a bead of sweat slid down the side of his cheek.
Kamui blinked at the condom, not sure how the damn thing worked. Now that he saw it out of it's package, he recognized it a bit more thanks to TV, but... he never learned how to put one on. At least he knew where it went, though.
For now, he focused on helping Soubi out of his pants, nibbling on his lower lip again as he finally saw all of the other. Y-yeah... he wanted this, even though his nerves were becoming more prominent again. "U-um..." His eyes drifted from the condom to the other's... yeah... trying to figure this out. Okay. The middle had to go...
He experimentally placed the middle right at the other's tip... and then... maybe the rolled edges needed to be unrolled, which seemed most logical and so he did just that. And it seemed to work, Kamui feeling oddly proud that the condom appeared to be on correctly. Heh. That wasn't so hard.
There wasn’t any time for Soubi to appreciate the shy accomplishment given by the younger, fingers sliding around himself to test the condom’s placement. It wasn’t comfortable, something so restricting never was, but such an insignificant was lost as he moved around on the bed, gently kicking long legs free of the remainder of his clothes.
He’d given up thinking completely now, hands sliding over Kamui’s body, pausing to tease at random hot spots whenever it drew a delicious sound from that throat, and it was only a matter of time before he was leaning over Kamui again, situated between slender thighs. Kissing even as his fingers stroked at a knee, rocking lightly with intended motions before pushing those pretty legs up.
There was a questioning sound, almost to confirm continuation while he reached for the small tube lying somewhat discarded beside them and spread its contents over himself, ignoring the stimulation his own hand brought. But why the hesitation? Soubi wanted this done, behind him, and almost detached, he lifted Kamui’s hips as he worked on guiding himself in.
Once Kamui felt the other start pressing into him, he winced again, this time much more noticeably. Even with the stretching, even having done this before, it hurt really bad. "Ah~ O-ow..." he whimpered out, feeling embarrassed. He was used to pain, yes, but not this kind at all. The pain often inflicted on him was sharp or dull; broken bones, slicing of his flesh... the feeling of this forced stretching was nothing like those.
His legs wrapped around the other slightly as he sought to find a perfectly comfortable position, panting at the pain, licking his lips when they got dry. It... it was starting to fade, though; just as it always did. Still hurt, but it'd be gone soon. And then he would be lost.
He was still pushing inward when that quiet sound and recognition of hurt filtered through his senses, Soubi’s body tensing equally hard as the body beneath his shivered. Too much already, though only half-resting within Kamui, and he grunted quietly, steadying his weight with one hand while reaching between them with his other to fist it around the forgotten erection there. He didn’t think it necessary in asking if the boy was fine, Soubi knowing it would only get worse if he hesitated any longer.
So, drawing in a quiet breath, enjoying the weight of Kamui’s legs around him, Soubi thrust quickly. Once, and stroking over the other’s arousal, hoping to divert whatever discomfort towards a wider spectrum of pleasure.
And there was control as he waited, though he trembled almost fiercely before the reaction was suppressed, enjoying the heat of Kamui’s body around him, but doing little to exercise it. He would do nothing until prompted, mouth placing a semi-apologetic kiss to gaping lips. Still sweet, beautiful.
Kamui bit his bottom lip hard as the other suddenly thrust into him, back and neck arching as he tried not to cry out. Even with that hand playing at his cock, it... hurt. At least it was a quick pain, though, much like ripping off a band-aid: a horrible, sharp initial pain, which quickly fades. That... that's what was happening with his body now, the pain fading as the other waited; as Kamui stretched out a little more. It was kind of... nice, really: Fuuma had never once waited. When Fuuma took him, he just went at it, the goal seeming to be making the smaller teen scream, in one way or another. With Soubi... it seemed as though he really wanted Kamui to enjoy it entirely.
"Mmm... I'm... okay..." he finally managed to moan and pant out, wriggling just a little to better get the point across. He had to admit: he was curious as to how Soubi would go about this. If he would be as rough as Fuuma at all.
“Liar,” he murmured quietly against whatever skin his mouth was closest to, smelling the sweat, the pain, and everything else that filtered into his head before thought shut down completely. Soubi moved, a shallow twist of his hips, as if testing the depth within Kamui, and when he closed his eyes, ignoring the world but for the boy writhing beneath him, it started.
His fingers slid to caress a trembling thigh, gripping it firmly and pushing up as he rocked inward, wanting to drive himself as deep as he could go, aware of the muscles constricting and loosening around him. Somewhere, a sound escaped his throat, torn at the bombardment of sensation blinding him, and lips kissed along flesh, nibbling lightly before claiming a kiss, swallowing whatever noises Kamui was making for the time being. It was sensuous, slowly building, and the hand around the other’s cock jerked with the motions of his body.
Pain, pleasure. It mixed together into some form of aesthetic, drowning Soubi until he could do nothing but gasp quietly.
All the smaller male could do was moan into the other's mouth, so many sensations already starting to make his head swim. Sure, it still hurt a bit -not unexpected- but it made him wonderfully dizzy, and he loved it. Once again, this was nothing like his times with Fuuma, where all movement had been meant to tease; to make Kamui tell him exactly what he wanted and make him beg for it, only to do it too roughly when he finally gave it to him Kamui... hadn't liked that. He didn't want to have to think of sex as nothing but torture.
This wasn't torture, though: the thrusting making his body move along with it, managing to move his hips a little to help the other push even deeper. That felt good too, actually. To be filled deep within his petite body. He wanted more.
And surely it was an accident when a deep shiver filtered through him at the vibrations against his lips, the sound trapped against the tongue sliding just as slickly into the heat of Kamui’s mouth. His holding fumbled around him, as turbulent as the automatic rhythm pushing the other further into the mattress, and they rocked together, Soubi handling too much control, not knowing what to do with it.
It was for the best he couldn’t comprehend correctly, easy movements driving everything but the simplest of responses from him, and Soubi tore himself from the kisses, wet heat sliding as he nipped at skin, suckled hard enough to leave an accidental bruise. The sounds, the faux warmth of this embrace. He wanted more, needed and needed until something as cruelly plain as Agatsuma Soubi did not exist. Not in this act, thinking to draw noises, even the slightest gasp of his name from angelic lips already choked for breath. A chaotic twist, unable to think, but there was also teaching, guiding.
Could he still manage it?
“Kamui,” he hissed softly, withdrawing himself to the brink of cold air rushing around him before driving back in, fingers clawing at the pale skin of thighs, probably marking. He pulled the boy’s hips to him, pacing himself, trying to breathe. But it failed, and distorted lust fogged his mind completely.
Kamui cried out a little as he heard his name, the way the other said it sending wonderful chilly hot tingles along his spine. He couldn't believe how involved he was in this; all of his senses being engaged, and for the first time, being in a state to realize and appreciate it. He could smell the sweat between them, mingled with something else... perhaps that was what sex itself smelled like? And the taste... he could still taste Soubi from those kisses, finding himself wondering what other parts of the older man would taste like (that, however, would have to wait for another time). He could also see sparks behind his tightly closed eyes with each thrust; wet sounds, and his and Soubi's own panting accompanying them.
"Soubi..." he managed to whisper, half a moan itself, as he opened his eyes just enough to see the other, the innocent-seeming violet shining with what was probably lust.
Empty. He felt so cold even as the heat slid over him, out of him, past him, and into Kamui. The other’s light nuances did not help what small portion of self-control he’d managed to tuck away, and all of it broke, like the ending of a battle, shattering into a million pieces.
He didn’t lose, wasn’t trained in the art of fine defeat, but this was killing him all so slowly. The boy’s inexperience wasn’t helping to justify what it was he was doing either.
“Your hips,” he choked out, biting on his tongue the moment eyes opened to watch Kamui’s own, the orbs so dark they were almost black. A garbled sound died in his throat, the remnants of a name inappropriate of the time, and he shook his head, strands of find blond clinging to his face, his skin. Perhaps it was all sweat, but even his eyes burned as he felt some imaginary gate threatening to crack, spill over and wash him past all forgiveness. And his hand tightened around Kamui’s erection, motions broken as pelvises ground together.
So close, Soubi needing the boy to climax and release the restriction on him. He was such a poor loser after all, and his entire body trembled as he watched him.
Oh god, feeling the way the man's hand tightened around him, still moving within him... it was starting to get to be too much. It was all Kamui could do to whimper, moan, and buck his hips into it ravenously, forcing Soubi deep and hard into his body. He was loving this; quite obviously loving it.
Of course, all good, wonderful things DO have to come to an end... as much as Kamui didn't want them to.
The pleasure was just starting to build within him, expanding almost painfully, as he tried to hold back, not wanting this to stop. He could only hold out for so long, however -still way too inexperienced- finally feeling that dam of control burst open, his entire body arching and tensing as he cried out. Loudly. Which was embarrassing and non-intentional, but what else could he do while his mind's sensibility was overridden with the pleasure of orgasm?
There, the wet feel of Kamui’s orgasm slipping over his fingers, the sounds dying in the boy’s throat, and Soubi dropped the threaded restraint in him, thrusting a few more times, practically cutting off circulation to boyish legs when he pushed up, angling a little differently. His own climax was a quick thing, not so drawn out or immensely satisfying as the other’s seemed to be, but it worked, gloriously numbing him to the point nothing remained, not even his name.
Did this account for something? Maybe, but Soubi was too tired to even concentrate on deciphering its meaning.
Shuddering over the boy a second longer, he withdrew, carefully turning himself onto his side to lay beside him, feeling oddly withdrawn, eyes watching the ceiling even as sense slowly returned. He wanted a cigarette, its calming effects in him because resting beside Kamui was charging his body into an interesting mess of nerves and unexplained tangents. Pulling his hair to the side, also desiring a shower to rid himself of such unmannered sweat, he touched the boy’s cheek, soaking up the flushed heat of his cheeks instantly.
“All right?” he asked, voice somewhat hoarse but still seductively sweet, and having nothing else to say, he leaned over to kiss him softly.
Kamui hummed contently into the kiss, trying to kiss back properly even though he was still out of breath and fully prepared to fall asleep, despite the mess his own orgasm had made. "Mmm... yeah..." A sweet, relaxed smile reached his face, looking at the other tiredly. "That was... I really, really liked that..." Oh, yeah, he did, but... but what about Soubi? Kamui had been worried that he'd forced him into this, and now that he thought about it, Soubi's first words hadn't reflected his own enjoyment, but had asked about Kamui instead, and... and...!
"But... what about you?" he finally asked, hand reaching to gently touch the other's cheek; just a brush of fingertips.
The quiet laugh was forced as he briefly touched his tongue to lips and tilted his head back, enjoying the boy’s partially flustered state of coherency and the fingers to his face. What of him indeed? Soubi hadn’t the slightest clue how to react to such questions, simply tossing his head lightly in response instead and giving a brief smile. The kiss had helped calm his nerves, something he would still need the nicotine fix for when he left, but…
Almost coy, he slid a hand over those somewhat visible ribs, brushing over the other’s navel and between his legs, as if feeling the place he’d once been. And the condom, unwelcoming as well as awkward around him since it had done it’s purpose. But it could wait though, if only a moment.
The boy was on the verge of sleeping, if but needing some coaxing.
“Rest a little,” he answered, giving him that reassuring grin that said he was more than fine, nothing worth questioning about him. It was his Ritsuka Smile, a lie no one could see through, and inside, Soubi was fighting to stop the frown wishing to bring itself to the surface.
"Mmm..." the teenage boy purred and smiled calmly as he was touched, eyes barely open. He wanted to sleep so badly, but still... he couldn't help but be concerned for the other. Of course, that didn't mean he couldn't scooch into a more comfortable position first, rolling onto his side and curling up a bit. "But... but are you okay... are you sure?" As soon as the last word finished leaving his lips, he yawned, really working to stay awake at least long enough to get something akin to an answer. Maybe. Eh, he could always ask later if he fell asleep? Which... he definitely was about to do, his eyes finally slipping shut despite himself.
His mouth twisted into the slightest of grins at the innocent gesture, his words. Soubi knew his thought processes were going to be an issue, the ideas already starting to battle against the momentary blockades settled around him, and he sighed softly. Moving to the edge of the bed, he finally slipped the condom from himself, wrapping it in one of the tissues he’d noticed resting on the miniature table before pushing at the blankets and folding them over the boy.
Keep him warm, allow him whatever thoughts he needed.
“I will be,” he answered softly, sitting lightly on the mattress and reaching out to touch the his hair. Soft like Ritsuka’s, beautiful like Ritsuka’s. Nice and dark like Seimei’s. With a quiet sound, Soubi merely did nothing but watch as the other slowly drifted off, knowing he’d be gone when those pretty eyes opened once more.