RP Log; Complete

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When; Feb. 26th
Rating; NC-17
Characters; Jade Curtiss gun_gnir & Peony chokhmah
Summary; Hit by the "No Inner Monologue" curse Peony says one of two not so secret things that he'd never wanted to say. He manages to not say anything else with the help of Jade so graciously keeping him occupied all day. Read: They have sex, many times. Though we only logged the first round >.> Beware sap. Kinda
Log;

It had been a little puzzling when Peony had ordered him to post up a sign on their doorway and on the computer network saying that he wasn’t to be bothered today. Puzzling in the fact that he didn’t do it himself, though Jade soon realized why. Apparently there was another curse on the loose. Why this one should bother Peony so much though, that left for some research to be done. Normally his emperor took delight in seeing some of the curses at work. The only time he’d voiced his displeasure in regards to them was when all seven of the rappigs had been affected by lust and had thought it was mating season. Jade had made himself scarce that day, not wanting to be mauled to death by the affectionate animals.

Beyond that though, there wasn’t much that Peony couldn’t handle with good grace and a glib tongue. So why was this particular curse so bad? Jade was left to think on those things while he watched the network for any clues as to why Peony insisted that Jade be the one to post the initial note that would turn away any visitors today.

“You’re notes are posted,” Jade told Peony somewhat absent-mindedly, still searching for the reason.

It took a lot of focus but he could control it somewhat, direct his thoughts, stare at the sheets long and try to pinpoint the shade of blue, how it would be described. Maybe he should have kicked Jade out too, that might have been safer.

“…safer. Shit,” came the rather graceless mutter when Jade came into their shared bedroom, spoke, generally made his presence known. They knew it, it didn’t need to be said, they’ve been intimate eleven years, known each other much longer than that, and never once had it been said. “I love you.”

There he’d said it and he clapped his hand over his mouth even if that helped little. He knew it every time he saw Jade, every time the other man left the capital, every time he heard some news from the battlefield. It wasn’t a secret but it wasn’t something that needed to be said, not something that should be said. They were too old for hopeless declarations of love and Peony knew how hard he felt for these things. So he never voiced them, “Shut me up. For the love of the nine hundred pounds of rappigs sitting in the next room, shut me up! Before I say something else before I—Red. Your eyes are red.”

And Jade just figured out why Peony had made him be the one to post up his notes rather than do it himself. Also why he wasn’t fond of this particular curse. Both of them were men to keep their thoughts to themselves. So to be forced to say the things that he had to have been thinking about… Had they been back in Grand Chokmah, something like that would have spelled a great bit of disaster for a lot of people and relations. As it was, Peony’s actual voice of something that had always remained unspoken between them caused Jade to go into a temporary shock.

They didn’t say those things to each other. It wasn’t necessary, it wasn’t needed. To say something like that made things more complicated than they should have been. Even though it was unspoken, it was known. Giving voice to those three words however, changed things. It couldn’t be taken back and it was forever and there a response was needed. One Jade couldn’t yet well handle giving.

Snapping out of his shock when Peony started to panic slightly, Jade quickly strode over to where the other blonde was still sitting on the bed. Snapping off his glasses, Jade used his other hand to grab the back of Peony’s head and forcefully press his lips against the other man’s. Biting on his bottom lip, Jade made sure that Peony’s mouth was too busy and too full to form any kind of word, even if he might have been thinking of them. Thankfully he wasn’t fully dressed yet so there was no uniform to get in the way and to deal with when handling extra pieces of fabric. Because as it was, Jade was going to busy making sure that Peony didn’t give voice to anything else.

Don’t bleed, don’t die. It scares me when I have to send you away from the capital. You don’t leave me, not like your sister. That’s why… I love you more than I could ever have loved her. Silence. No, not silence, just the sound of their ardent, desperate kisses. Peony’s tongue coaxed Jade’s into his mouth, those words could not be allowed to form. It was bad enough he’d said it out loud the confession of love, he couldn’t tell Jade the extent. That Jade didn’t, and wouldn’t ever, know if Peony had it his way. He didn’t even like to think about it, though it plagued his thoughts frequently, in fact every time the military sent Jade away it would haunt him. Taunt him, his first love left him, the only other person he could love he had to send away because it was for the nation. The only one in the world that Peony loved more than Jade was Malkuth, that’s why.

But he still hated it. And to have to say it, that was utterly unthinkable. His arms wrapped around Jade’s neck, sliding into the smooth long hair, fisting harshly, tugging at it. He needed to be made mindless and thoughtless.

They fell back into the bed together, Jade on top. Peony sucked at Jade’s tongue lingeringly as he rolled the other man over, taking control. They didn’t have set rolls but he suspected that it was bred into him. Royal blood bred control freaks. Even if they switched up when the mood struck more often than not Peony preferred to be in control. His lips trailed along Jade’s jaw, strange. Jade had a slender body, looked almost feminine, but Peony always admired the definition of his jaw, so undoubtedly masculine. Up the well loved angle, nipping at an earlobe, and that overwhelming urge to talk. “Jade…”

He couldn’t be allowed the control today. “Fuck me.”

“I intend to,” Jade stated, letting Peony have his little amount of control for a moment, before snagging at his hair and pulling him back for another kiss. Even though he might have a body frame that was slighter in comparison, that didn’t mean that Jade was without strength. It made it easy for him to hook a leg around Peony’s, so that he could use the advantage to unbalancing him when he pulled, to roll himself on top. Jade had no issues with bottoming, and even sometimes bottomed from the top, but this would not be one of those times. Peony needed to stop talking or stop thinking and he couldn’t do that easily if he were on top.

Moving from Peony’s lips Jade bit, something he didn’t normally do, on the other man’s collarbone, while his hands were quickly tugging and pulling down Peony’s pants. When his bare hands encountered flesh rather than underwear, Jade couldn’t resist a smirk before leaning his head upwards to suck harshly on Peony’s Adam’s apple. While one hand began to grope and fondle Peony’s balls, the other made its way upward, underneath the shirt he’d worn to bed, to pinch and twist at a pink/tan nipple. Normally, Jade wouldn’t have been so harsh with his actions, tending more to draw out the pleasure rather than induce too much pain, but he needed to overwhelm Peony’s brain. Which would take some work, Peony thought as much Jade knew he himself did sometimes. So thus the more quick and hurried motions.

Peony panted, breathing harshly as Jade tried to touch everywhere at once. He wasn’t typically vocal, given their tendency to engage in such activities in less private places it was usually a good thing. But today Peony would rather be making a lot of noise than say anything coherent at all.

Usually at this pace he would have nothing to complain about. But not enough, no he could still think. He jerked into the touches as roughly as Jade adorned them. He yanked at Jade’s hair, urging him to kiss him again every time he felt words or thoughts threaten to surface. It was messy, hands, arms, elbows, clashing. Unchoreographed with the way they seemed to fight for who got to be in control each moment even if Peony had asked Jade to take the lead this time. His flat of his tongue slid down the contours of Jade’s neck, using the full broadness of the organ, before biting down sharply.

That’s right, he was the one that tended to leave marks not the other way around. Jade’s uniform would cover most of it so there was no worry for people noticing, Peony was another case. He barely had privacy to bathe; if there were any signs of their rendezvous on his body it would be noticed. “… ‘ts not enough, Jade,” he was calmer now, he could occupy his own mouth mostly, sucking almost viciously on the pale skin that was so easily bruised and marked.

“Then what would be enough?” Jade asked, slowing down his own frantic pace to match-up with the one Peony was setting now. His hand was still groping, fondling, and massaging the flesh he had, but the rest of him was calmer, more in-control than he had been. Jade would have marks, but for once, Peony would also have a few marks to match that wouldn’t be as easily covered up.

Kissing Peony, to keep his lips occupied, to keep his lips unable to form word and unable to talk, and to just kiss the man who was his emperor and childhood friend, who was also his lover and who still loved his sister, but somehow also managed to love him as well. “Would it be enough if I did as you said and fucked you without any preparation? Without making sure you were ready? Just to take you raw and without even removing your pants all the way? To just fuck you as you are?” Each sentence was ended with a kiss or a bite from Jade’s lips, as his long fingers traveled downwards and teased, not quite going in, but certainly making the sensation of what it would be like known and remembered.

“Would that be enough Peony?” A name. Not often used between them without all the honorifics and titles attached when in public. Never used alone when in each other’s presence with others. But when it was just them, titles didn’t matter so names could be freely used.

He nodded, fervently. Yes, yes, that might be enough, enough to drive him so crazy he couldn’t think straight. “Maybe,” he groaned softly as he lurched against that touch. He caught Jade’s lips again, it was good like this. He could barely say three words before he was caught in another bruising kiss. His lips weren’t just swollen, they were a little sore. So sensitive to everything, even when Jade so much as ran his tongue against the pliant flesh, it tingled and throbbed.

“Give it a try and we’ll see,” once, twice, they were going to be doing it all day but Peony didn’t really care at this point if he snapped in half from the force of their actions. So worth it. They were well on their way, down that road to mindless, mind totally blown.

A low chuckle, like the kind he always gave when he was truly amused by something. Well, so long as he had permission, why not take advantage of it? Not like Peony wouldn’t enjoy himself in the end. And Jade knew he certainly would, if that fact wasn’t already painfully obvious enough already. Still, there would have to be some measures to be taken to ensure that Peony didn’t try anything unexpected and that he really wouldn’t be able to think.

“All right then,” was the only warning Peony received before Jade moved. Removing his hand, Jade kissed Peony once more to keep him from talking while he sat up slightly to quickly undo his own pants, tugging them down enough so that he could free himself to the open air. Still engaged with keeping Peony’s mouth otherwise occupied, even as he shifted to settle in between the other man’s legs that fell to the side at the simplest of nudges from Jade’s knees, he used his hands to push Peony’s shirt upwards, baring his smooth chest and tan skin.

Once Jade was sure he was positioned correctly, familiar with Peony’s body and the way the other man body would move from years of experience though none quite like this, he finally broke off their desperate kiss. In that same instant that Jade thrust inwards and downwards his hands pulled the shirt up the rest of the way to twist them into a knot that effectively kept Peony’s hands bound above his head. The shifts in weight acted like a see-saw, causing Jade to thrust even deeper than he had initially intended, causing the red-eyed man to let out his own low, husky groan due to the sensation.

It hurt, but a good kind of hurt. So good actually, it was new and fresh and his hands were bound above his head. Peony could go high on this, no matter how old he was as if still somewhat bound by stunted adolescence. New things were always fascinating, at least the first time. But this opened so many new ways to do things since they could do it like this here.

His body despite lack of preparation took Jade in. He relaxed quickly, easily for Jade, there was no lack of familiarity or trust between them so it was easy to do that much. Still it stretched and there was nothing to smooth the way, it hurt so good. He wasn’t really just kissing Jade anymore, too much teeth involved, he was biting, sucking, and occasionally stroking with lips and tongue. He shifted best as he could though Jade was quite effectively pinning him down and the impromptu binding restricted his movement as well. Into each thrust, opening himself more.

There was no one else in the world he’d spread himself like this for, not quite like this anyways. Jade had total control and unexpectedly Peony enjoyed this almost as much as being in control.

His own breath coming in slightly deeper pants, Jade could practically feel each muscle stretch and pull as he thrust in and out, the sound of flesh meeting flesh ringing in his ears and nothing else, no other sound. For that he was grateful, it meant that Peony wasn’t talking, wasn’t thinking, and couldn’t say anything else that should have remain unsaid. The actions of the body were more than enough to make up for anything that could have been said. There was the truth and the trust.

Unexpectedly, Jade found it to be himself to be the one who was doing the talking, though the words issuing forth were none of the ones he would have usually said. He wasn’t so coarse, so vulgar, but he had never been in such total control like this before. It was a rush and Jade could feel the twitch as his mind thought about doing something like this another time. But only with Peony. Peony would be the only one who would ever get these kinds of actions and words from him. The only one he trusted enough to let himself go like this.

“So how does it feel Peony? How does it feel to be fucked and stretched raw without preparation, without my fingers teasing and widening your muscles? To feel me go deeper with each thrust into you as you take it because you can’t do anything else?” Trailing a hand over the bared chest and pinching a nipple between slender fingers, while red eyes bore into Peony’s own, holding him in place as easily as his other hand did, resting on the bound appendages. He wasn’t touching the other man just yet, just the ghost of flesh on flesh touch when he pounded downwards. Not enough to come, but enough to tease and torture.

Peony laughed, it was funny to hear Jade speak like. Funny and exciting. So unlike the usual word play they usually fought with, when it was hard to tell what exactly they were saying. This time it was spelled out crudely, and there was something so irresistible about it coming from Jade.

“You’re having too much fun.”

So hard to do as he liked tied like that. Of course if he really wanted to he could yank free of the knotted shirt but that’d take away the fun. Catching Jade between his arms he managed to drag the other man’s face down to his, forcing their lips together urgently. To feel that wicked curve of Jade’s grin against his and to tear it apart, biting and tugging roughly at his lower lip, it was paradise. A rather debauched paradise but Peony’s very own.

He rode each thrust, meeting the violence with his own ferocity, deeper and harder every passing second. It was enough to make everything around them shake and move in their time.

“And you’re not enjoying yourself as well?” A tease between bites that might have been kisses, were they softer. But words, while they could be amusing, weren’t what was needed or wanted right now. Now was the time for movement and action, to do things that would make the walls thump and that already made the bed shake and groan. There might have been more care involved with keeping some semblance of control, but with each thrust and each pound into the bed, Jade could feel a part of his mind becoming overwhelmed as well as feel the muscles that surrounded him tighten and contract, though Peony was as relaxed as he could possibly get.

A touch. That’s all it would take at this point. A touch that had been neglected and ignored until now. Reaching downwards, Jade finally put a warm hand on the part of Peony that had been only teased up until this point. It wouldn’t take much longer.

Peony let go of a low moan when Jade slipped his hand between their bodies, reaching for Peony’s erection. His body tensed around Jade, echoing the sloppy strokes. He bit down on Jade’s lips as he lifted himself, trying to wrap his legs around the other man’s waist. It was a clumsy position but it felt good and he tugged him ever closer with well muscled legs, deeper, harder but still lingering, long strokes. His hands grasped at the fabric of his own shirt that bound them together, unable to reach anything else.

“Jade…” He lurched forward again, another bruising kiss, cutting off anything else that might have been said. Love was much simpler when left to be communicated like this. That simple understanding they’d always had. Maybe he’d loved Jade even before he loved Nephry but he couldn’t be sure and even if he was it couldn’t be said. A little further, a little harder, his hands clasped together because still that was all he could hold. That heated urgency was what brought them to their climax or at least that was what gave Peony his release. Forceful and unrelenting he wouldn’t have had it any other way, that was the essence of how they were with each other underneath teasing words and emotional restraint.

And Peony had reached the point where he wouldn’t be able to think, and so, wouldn’t be able to talk. So Jade felt that he could bring himself to his own climax, thrusting in and out frantically a few more times, before he too, let out a low groan and came, still deep inside Peony. It’d be all right though. Peony wouldn’t care and it wasn’t like he could become pregnant from the act. And sheets could easily be washed, though if this curse lasted for the same amount of time that the others did, neither one would be leaving the bed for the rest of the day.

Tucking a few stray strands of hair behind his ears with a shaky hand, Jade watched as Peony grew sedated from their desperate acts, almost to the point of falling asleep. He wouldn’t move though, until he watched the man beneath him settle and grow peaceful. It was one of those rare moments when neither kept up the acts and behavior that the public saw. That was why things never had to be said. It was more in the little acts and habits that said more than the words that Peony had uttered that had started it all. Jade figured that would be enough of a response than saying anything else possibly could.