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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.]
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[personal profile] swordhardy 2024-11-21 09:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Rokurou watches disdainfully as Matoba snatches up the box in his grubby paws and scuttles away to protectively hoard his new goods. ]

Four days is not enough for all of that.

[ That box is full?? There are a few cute novelty items, like the kitten tote bag and a special cake fork, but the rest of the box is all dessert. A disgusting amount of dessert. He can only stand there (🧍‍♂️) and wonder just how much Matoba has spent at the cafe to have earned this. And, puzzle over how the exorcist isn’t extremely fat by this point.

Rolling his eyes and unable to look at Matoba lusting over his baked treasures anymore, Rokurou busies himself with folding the clean laundry. ]


Four days, huh… did your clan ever celebrate it? We didn’t do things like that, in mine.
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[personal profile] swordhardy 2024-12-09 04:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Really, this explains so much. What he had thought were cum stains on Matoba’s clothes when scrubbing the laundry were actually cream stains. Rokurou isn’t sure how he feels about this revelation.

He hums, keeping his eyes down on the clothes as he meticulously folds each article. Every corner must be sharp. Every inch must be smooth. We do not abide wrinkles in this house. ]


A big affair, huh? Sounds like a sight to see. [ he huffs, ] I mean exactly what I said—I never celebrated it before coming here, and wouldn’t have if the house hadn’t set something up on its own. Being born isn’t an accomplishment, and we were servants for a lord. I usually forget all about it…

[ He leans back on his haunches, looking up at the ceiling. ]

Most of us die young, anyway. My other four brothers are gone now. Life and death, it’s all the same… huh, you know, I don’t remember when they died either.
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[personal profile] swordhardy 2024-12-10 01:25 am (UTC)(link)
Haha, you think so? Anyone who might have wanted to is dead now…

[ He doesn’t sound particularly depressed when speaking about the deaths of so many of his clan members. It’s detached and clinically spoken, as if merely discussing the fake weather in the vale or what the new menu items at Birdbucks are. All things are fleeting. Moments, relationships, life. Loss and loneliness feel natural.

He finally looks back at Matoba, giving the exorcist a crooked little smile. ]


Ah? It was one of the summer months. June… 15th? No, 16th. [ he snorts at the frown on the other man’s face before gently teasing, ] What’s with that look? Tools don’t need birthdays. Precious clan heirs, on the other hand—should I try to plan a banquet for you? It wouldn’t be filled with exorcists though.
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[personal profile] swordhardy 2024-12-10 01:47 am (UTC)(link)
I think that box of penis cakes makes you happy.

[ As for a large banquet filled with colleagues and clan members? He’s less certain. Matoba hadn’t seemed especially nostalgic when mentioning it earlier. But he won’t even try to guess, having made so many incorrect judgements about the exorcist in the past. ]

As for banquets and grand affairs, I don’t know. What would you want to do for your birthday, if you had a choice?

[ Funny, how the similarities in their familial structure give him a special kind of bird’s eye view. When it comes to the head of a clan, even one such as Rokurou’s, attending to overwrought affairs is an obligation of the seat. His mother had, and his brother had. Neither had enjoyed it.

He continues to keep his hands busy, primly tucking the folded clothes into their place in the dresser drawer. ]
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[personal profile] swordhardy 2024-12-10 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
[ That smile makes the daemon’s chest feel—stuffy. He glances away, ignoring the strange way his heart sputters like an engine trying to start. Turns out that even Matoba can be cute sometimes, huh. ]

It isn’t. [ satisfied with the clothes neatly put away, Rokurou sits beside Matoba on the bed, leaning back on his hands and rolling his neck, ] But if that’s what you want to do, you should do it.

[ Rokurou shrugs, turning his head to lazily look at the man beside him. While consuming sweets at the rate he’s going will end up with Matoba fat and diabetic, who is he to judge? A daemon like him can’t judge anyone. ]

Alright. Let’s say you spend four hours eating sweets. What do you want to do with the remaining twenty? It’s a whole day.
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[personal profile] swordhardy 2024-12-11 07:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Rokurou is quiet while Matoba muses over how he would spend his birthday. There are questions, mostly around how the exorcist plans his day around work when there is no work to be had here, but Matoba isn’t thinking about his impeding birthday at all. Even now, a year in to being stuck in this hole, he’s thinking about rote and routine while acting as head of his clan. As if a wide open birthday isn’t days away.

Ugh. Unfortunately, he doesn’t dislike that kind of commitment and sense of responsibility. Not that he’ll admit it. Instead, the daemon hums. ]


Okay. We’ll train in the morning and then go for a walk around the resort to see what’s going on. Red Cardinal makes a pretty good ramen so that can be lunch. Then we can go to the arcade and… [ he stalls here before sighing in defeat, ] … find some cats afterward.

[ All in all, that sounds like a good day, cats aside. Of course this guy would be a cat fanatic… are all exorcists obsessed with felines? ]

But if any of them piss on me, we’re leaving.
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[personal profile] swordhardy 2024-12-11 08:20 pm (UTC)(link)
What do you take me for? I may be a swordsman, but I have familiarity with most weapons. [ he opens his eyes and looks back at the other man, eyebrow hiked in vague amusement. ] No doubt you can out-shoot me but I can hit a target or two. Or you can shoot and I’ll strike them down with a sword. That’s training too.

[ He seems eager, even. Even after a year of having all of the pleasures man can enjoy shoved in his face, Rokurou still enjoys training and working out the most. Especially when it’s with someone strong; he knows first hand that Matoba is skilled. ]

What about the evening, though? Cats would be sometime in the afternoon. How do you want to spend your birthday night?
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[personal profile] swordhardy 2024-12-18 06:49 pm (UTC)(link)
H’oh.

[ Correction: an exorcist and a daemon. Don’t lump him in with you smelly exorcists. Rokurou smiles, once again amused by this man. The clear opportunity to have a completely normal birthday isn’t taken when it’s right there; growing up in environments like theirs really does breed a certain type. ]

Training in the morning, food in the afternoon, and bloodshed at night? We do have similar tastes after all.

[ He reaches a greedy claw over to curl a lock of Matoba’s silky hair around his finger. An idle gesture where he rubs it between his thumb and index finger, enjoying the slide against his skin. ]

I’m looking forward to it.
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[personal profile] swordhardy 2025-01-20 03:39 am (UTC)(link)
[ It’s a normal morning. Rokurou stretches an arm out lazily and Matoba isn’t there—standard. They don’t cuddle or spoon when they sleep because they like their own space. The bed is comfortable and he’s feeling quite good, very warm, and the blankets must have been stacked high last night because they’re heavier than usual. He’s on the cusp of a dream, between wakefulness and sleep, where pleasure begins to slowly mount. Waking up to a semi-wetdream isn’t all that unusual either.

The daemon sighs and rolls his head. Then, slowly, his eyelashes flutter and his lids begin to crack. At first he doesn’t see much with his vision blurred by sleep. He happily and blindly grasps down toward his hips for a lazy morning masturbation session. What he grabs instead is, ]


Haa—? [ a sharp exhale of surprise as his fingers curl against hair, ] Matoba?!

[ His eyes shoot open at the lurid scene of Matoba greedily sucking his cock. It would be sexy as hell to wake up to this if it weren’t for, ]

Why the hell are you a cat again!?
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[personal profile] swordhardy 2025-01-24 07:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Yes!! Yes, it fucking matters!!!!!! Why is his nightmare manifesting in reality?!

Before Rokurou can spit out another word, Matoba clamps around his glans and sucks, drawing a strong shiver from the daemon. His breath hitches and toes scrunch in pleasure; precum beads, with heavy drops smearing onto the exorcist’s tongue. The pinch of pain from the nails digging into his thigh goes straight to his balls—Rokurou’s face and throat flush faintly as his breathing quickens.

Turned on and annoyed, the demon yanks Matoba’s hair like a leash. Brat. He has half a mind to roll away and deny the man his dick, but that would be a double-edged sword given the state he’s been brought to while asleep. So, Rokurou’s brow furrows, and he thrusts his hips to shamelessly fuck Matoba’s mouth. ]
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[personal profile] swordhardy 2025-02-28 05:32 am (UTC)(link)
[ How good it feels to freely fuck Matoba’s throat for a few blissful pumps is worth the man’s hissing irritation. The daemon cocks his head and smirks, eyes lidded, too enamored with the smear of pre-cum across Matoba’s cheek for his own good. It’s always fun to frustrate him, even better to get him riled up and bothered… a small laugh finally escapes the daemon’s crooked smile.

He doesn’t bother to answer the question—Matoba knows the answer, why bother—instead lurching forward to grab the exorcist-turned-cat by the nape and crash their mouths together in a heated kiss. He can taste himself on those lips, salty and thick, as he forces his tongue forward into the man’s mouth for a greedy sweep.

When he allows the kiss to break, it’s only to speak against Matoba’s lips. ]


Hey, Seiji. [ a tickle of warm breath and a voice gone husky, ] Happy birthday.

[ Why the fuck are you a cat ]
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[personal profile] swordhardy 2025-04-11 05:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Stop, I can’t look at that.

[ At Matoba grooming himself like a cat… even if he is one, right now. Rokurou reaches out and rubs Matoba’s chin himself, ]

Lay still, lay still? You know I’m no good at that. Now, tell me, what happened to you? Did you make some kind of twisted birthday wish?

[ At least when there are obvious weak points, Rokurou can take advantage. After cleaning Matoba’s chin and then wiping his hands clean with a tissue, he reaches forward to knead one of those velvety ears. ]
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[personal profile] swordhardy 2025-04-15 04:52 pm (UTC)(link)
… it’s not that I don’t want it.

[ He focuses kneading at the base of those feline ears, watching as Matoba’s expression softens beneath the attention. It’s… admittedly, kind of cute. Even if he’s still offended that he’s woken up to a cat in his bed. ]

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