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的場静司 | Matoba Seiji ([personal profile] worldbent) wrote2024-01-01 10:26 pm
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[Matoba is running 2 separate network accounts. Please specify which of his inboxes you are PMing! :)]
[Open Season profile/inbox are here.]
paperpusher: (me to make you my art)

[personal profile] paperpusher 2025-06-13 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
[Natori does snort at that, because it is a pathetic little room.]

So much for star power, huh... [He picks at a piece of clothing at random (it's a virgin killer sweater; he hasn't figured out what it's supposed to be yet) as if to encompass all of what he could have versus what he does have, then tosses it to the side to make enough room to... not really lie down, per se, but at least lean back with the same energy as if he'd flopped back onto his bed, gazing up at the ceiling.] Well, I'm sure you've been here long enough [and fucked enough other people!!!!] that you're in a room to put the Matoba estates to shame.
paperpusher: ('cause I'm too expensive)

[personal profile] paperpusher 2025-06-13 02:04 am (UTC)(link)
That's not saying much, [Natori says, folding his arms behind his head.] Tell you what. If you want a Three of Spades, you're only going to get it in your room, not mine.

[ha ha, it's funny because he could be joking! just a joke. he hasn't committed to anything.]
paperpusher: (honestly I thought that I would be)

[personal profile] paperpusher 2025-06-14 01:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[Something feels weird in that reaction-- like Natori saying he wasn't down to fuck in this cramped little dorm bed was making a larger statement than he intended, had unintentionally revealed something that would make Matoba feel smug and superior. Then again, there were a lot of things that would make Matoba act smug and superior, whether or not they're reasonable. Or maybe Matoba's just salty that he didn't jump right to the two of them sleeping together at his immediate suggestion. It could truly be anything.]

I feel pretty comfortable with this one, [he says, crossing one leg over the other as if drawing attention to just how carefully he has to move to avoid bumping into a pile of assorted gifts.] Feel free to take anything that catches your eye.

[except for him. heh.]
paperpusher: (adolescence did not make sense)

[personal profile] paperpusher 2025-06-14 04:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[Triggered by veil, Natori waits for Matoba to leave before he goes thumbing around this stupid watch to see if there's a-- yep.

Well.

None of his business, he supposes.]
paperpusher: (the wasted years the wasted youth)

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[personal profile] paperpusher 2025-06-15 04:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's a full day before Natori gets back to their truth or dare game, which is impressive given how much Chirpy has been screaming at him for leaving the game unfinished. (He even tried exorcising it, briefly but halfheartedly, before tossing himself into other games with other people so he could at least seem busy.)

The problem is that despite it being in the very name of the game, Natori hasn't been telling the truth. Sometimes it's simply not telling the whole truth, sometimes it's eliding the core of the question in favor of a literal interpretation, and sometimes it was outright lies. And so unbeknownst to him, his suit has taken matters into its own hands.

Maybe Natori should have noticed the outside influence on his mood-- but like the most insidious ayakashi, it's subtle enough that it doesn't feel all that foreign. A push behind what he's already feeling, especially when thinking about a person who he already has a complicated mess of feelings about. Once again a disappointment to the exorcist community, Natori snaps back to their game thread and picks up like it's a conversation he never left off, though it's not the one they were just having.]


Why are you still hiding things from me  
paperpusher: (your biggest secret is that you)

[personal profile] paperpusher 2025-06-15 04:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Guess ✨

[Might as well see if he can get Matoba to volunteer some, though he knows it's probably not going to happen.]
paperpusher: (I heard that sitting down can kill you)

[personal profile] paperpusher 2025-06-15 05:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[No, not really.]

What happens to former guests of the hotel who don't win the game?
paperpusher: (guess I'm a coward)

[personal profile] paperpusher 2025-06-15 05:52 pm (UTC)(link)
I've already spoken to someone who told me about the statues, so let's talk about the ones who aren't wandering.
paperpusher: (why not fight this war without weapons?)

[personal profile] paperpusher 2025-06-15 05:56 pm (UTC)(link)
This isn't something you've heard of?
paperpusher: (where do we go?)

[personal profile] paperpusher 2025-06-15 06:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Deeper than where my room is, I assume.

What I've heard is that some of the guests become those statues. Not every statue is a guest, but many are, and enough that it seems that people who have been here long enough might recognize some of them from their personal encounters.


[Like Matoba, maybe.]
paperpusher: (calling security keeping my)

[personal profile] paperpusher 2025-06-15 06:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[Natori reads "relieved" and "helpless" together in that text, and once again feels a deep disgust for the man that Seiji had become-- but no. That's probably exactly what Seiji would have said too.]

Sure. It'd be a pain to fuck someone and then have to pass their statue every day. How embarrassing for you.

Is that a dare, then? To investigate the statues.
paperpusher: (bury a friend)

[personal profile] paperpusher 2025-06-15 06:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Then I accept.

[And now that there isn't an open round of truth or dare pending, he tries once again to close out.]
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[personal profile] swordhardy 2025-06-17 01:17 am (UTC)(link)
[ Lazy, comfortable, nestled close with warm kisses while Rokurou gets him off… the daemon had presumed that they would finish this way. It feels good and he’s enjoying it, finding satisfaction in this kind of sex—but for whatever reason, Matoba moves away from his working hand. Before he can ask what’s wrong, the exorcist unceremoniously presents hole inches from his face.

Rokurou is speechless.

Goddamn cat. His eyebrow twitches as he stares at the puckered asshole winking expectantly at him. He exhales, slowly, swallowing back the urge to throttle the other man. It’s his birthday, a fact that Rokurou repeats quietly to himself as he reaches around to grab Matoba’s erection and start jerking him off again.

This time it’s paired with the sear of his mouth against taint. Lips fold over that weighty sack, generously sucking before licking back up to that waiting hole. Wet tongue kneads against it, teasing, before the tip sinks inside. Saliva slicks his chin as he works, fucking his tongue in until the way is slick with spit. Then, he sinks a finger in, knowing well how much Matoba enjoys being worked open this way.

That digit curls inside, grinding against inner walls as his mouth finds its way back down to tease his balls again. Despite himself, the daemon isn’t inattentive, greedily taking every inch offered to him. ]
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[personal profile] swordhardy 2025-06-17 04:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[ …… cute. He can’t help it. Despite all petty intention to keep up his feline distaste, the way Matoba moves and sounds is cute. Rokurou’s finger flexes every time the other man gets loud, wanting to drag more out of him. Lips grind, tongue kneads, and the grip over Matoba’s erection pumps along its curve and squeezes at the tip. It’s easier to tell what he likes with the tail lashing over his head. It moves more erratically the more Matoba enjoys it—not to mention the rumble from Matoba’s throat every time he finds a sweet spot.

That finger drives inside. Coaxes, with the forward grind of the tip, knuckle twisting beneath that greedy clutch of muscle. What a little slut… Rokurou smiles, mouth ticking up at the corners as he studies the way Matoba’s ass begs for more. His own cock pangs with arousal, too soon, but willing despite having just finished before.

But there’s no time to work up and fuck this slutty hole. He’s learned Matoba’s body too well. A pulse of tension threads through the other man, one that Rokurou can feel beneath his palms. Knows, a second before Matoba comes, that he’s there—though there’s no time to save himself from the mess. Semen leaks down his chest, sticky and thick, staining the sheets alongside his chest.

They’re both filthy. Rokurou rolls the now dead-weight Matoba over onto the bed to bask in his afterglow as he grabs a towel from the nightstand. After clicking his tongue, he leans over to press a kiss against Matoba’s sweaty temple. ]


I’ll indulge you just this once.

[ While Matoba dozes in feline heaven, Rokurou will take care of cleaning the both of them and the bed. Happy birthday, you brat. ]

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