worldbent | GOLDEN PEACOCK: INBOX+OVERFLOW

[He is not appeased. ...Okay, he is not fully appeased by the kiss he's dragged up into, but mostly by Rokurou's usual, flippant attitude, even this early in the morning. He was enjoying himself and treating this idiot lug and what does he get for it??]

[The low hiss sounds again from around the gaps of their mouths as he's kissed, and the unimpressed, cat-like stare Rokurou gets as he pulls away earns only a disgruntled sound at the greeting.]

It could be, [He sniffs,] If you would behave yourself. [His tail flicks behind him in irritated twitches, and he soon shrugs himself free of Rokurou's embrace in another cat-like motion, ears quirking as he tries to groom his poor chin clean.]

Lay still. I wasn't done with that.

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. ]

You don't want your cock sucked?

[Sullen and disappointed, Matoba is only mildly appeased by the rubbing of his new ears, though his eye goes half-lidded and his breathing evens out. The ear flicks to and fro in his fingertips, enjoying the rubbing at the base the most.]

I did not make any wish. But I did receive something interesting.

… 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. ]

What did you get?

Then you are simply being difficult for the sake of it,

[Matoba huffs as if to confirm to himself, turning his head away mid-scritch in defiance. Cat, indeed. Not that he actually stops Ro from that rubbing......... It feels good.]

[Eye having gone lidded with pleasure, he slowly opens it again to cast a disdainful glance back towards Ro's question.]

That isn't your concern. [You know.. even though it obviously has something to do with being a catboy.] Hmph, I've lost my appetite now. You can finish yourself.

[ It absolutely is his concern!? If Matoba suddenly has the power to change into a catman at will, the person that’s going to be plagued the most is himself.

But both cats and Matoba Seiji are contrary creatures. Pursue and they’ll run. Avoid and they’ll haunt you forever. Which is why Rokurou snorts, drawing his hands back and turning his nose up, as if he no longer cares about the cause of this sudden cattening or Matoba’s skillful mouth. ]

Okay.

[ Shifting to ignoring the other man, Rokurou grasps his cock and closes his eyes, reclining his head back in lazy pleasure as he begins jerking himself off. His lips move wordlessly as pleasure builds, the tip of his cock gleaming with a fresh bead of precum as he generously strokes himself. His eyebrows furrow and a sigh escapes his lips as his pace quickens and the smell of precum deepens.

Actually, jerking one off alone isn’t so bad every now and then… feels good… ]

[Rokurou's eyes close and he sets back to do just that.]

[So, it must be no surprise at all when, in a minute or two, the sensation of a warm tongue joins, tasting pre over his cock and fingers.]

[Greedy and mean, Matoba's teeth nip at Rokurou's fingers when they get in his way, trying to wrap his lips back over the source of that sticky prize he'd been working at himself, thank you. Refused and bothered and refused again, Matoba won't lose, whether it's at domination or in petty arguments. And, as long as he's getting what he wants, he hasn't lost.]

[Lips sink down over Rokurou's cock when his grip falls down to the base, leaving the head free to be captured. There Matoba nurses- no rough kitty tongue, just his usual, ruthless, insistent pump of lips, waiting to receive what is his.]

[ This time Rokurou allows the exorcist to do what he wants. His hand is bullied away in the end, and he allows it to go easily, resting back against the pillow to enjoy. The daemon's breath hitches when that mouth sinks over his cock, lips and teeth nursing over the glans in a way that beats sensation over his head(s).

Rokurou finds a new home for his fingers in the sheets. Gripping them, he sighs again, looking down at the other man from between his eyelashes. Happy? He's being nice and obedient, giving Matoba freedom of that sticky prize he's so hungry for. There's really no point in fighting against him on this one, because in the end, Rokurou benefits as well.

Precum continues to bead. The daemon swallows, crawling again toward climax, but not quite there yet. That's what he gets for some denial-play, huh... ]

[That's right. You belong to him, says that vicious, slanted eye that watches from Rokurou's lap. Even when he is the one bowing his head, with cock in his mouth, Matoba's imperious nature lets you know that he is the one in control here. Kitty-cat enhancements or no; that is just his own personality at blame.]

[In the lazy warmth of morning wakefulness, it isn't a surprise that arousal is slow to climb in Rokurou's body, but that makes it all the more soft and sweet as pre smears over the bed of his tongue on every downstroke, vehemently working his lips over the shaft. His own blunt claws plant against meaty thigh and hip, keeping him anchored in place for rough fucking over his lap. He is determined to keep his pace, breaths flaring from his nose, even if it forces into his throat a little too much on a stroke downward- that is his own technique, and not Rokurou's, who is forbidden from interfering.]

[Greedy, he swallows the tang of spit and pre that mix in his throat. His own thighs spread against the bed, grinding the awakening of an erection against the sheet. Whatever he's gone and done to himself, it certainly hasn't stopped at some fuzzy appendages.]

[ It’s only because he’s such a brat!! Somehow a bigger brat than the sixth son of an insane family!!!

Matoba is also a brat that knows how to work Rokurou too well. Or perhaps the man’s style has become that familiar to him—breathing quickens as tepid warmth rises to a boil. Rokurou shifts beneath that damned mouth, hips pressing forward, seeking more. The tight clutch of his lips and the insistent suck and grind, the teasing grip of throat… Rokurou groans, voice hitching as pleasure hooks its fingers and strangles. Fuck, it does feel good-…

And, maybe, Matoba has become just as familiar with him. His precum is thick, and the way his hips move and his voice breaks between breaths is telltale of his impending climax. Muscular thighs tense, relax, tense, relax. Even so, he brushes his hand over the crown of Matoba’s head in warning—as much as he’d love to cumshot right down the exorcist’s throat without a heads up, it isn’t worth the headache afterward. ]

I’m, ah…

[ There, assuming Matoba doesn’t grip his balls and deny him. ]

[Maybe that's a sign that Ro just likes that, huh!?]

[Matoba still won't let him thrust or have his way completely under his mouth, and the pressure of his blunt claws sunk into thigh make sure of that- but what little rocking motion Rokurou does get into his mouth is followed with eager rolling movements following his pace, hungry swallowing of every thick, pre-drenched gulp of saliva built up at the back of his tongue. Breath flares against his lap as Matoba keeps pace, watching the flutter of muscle and pleasure in the daemon's body and how his expression of relaxation twists up at the teetering of climax.]

[Purrs vibrate over his cock, excited when Rokurou warns with the touch to his head. Matoba bumps his hand slightly, soft ear flickering against his wrist, eager for stroking as he works his cock a little quicker, a little more voracious for that last climb over the edge of climax. His lips draw back half-way and throat clenches shut ahead of his cocktip, avoiding the hazard of being choked on an unexpected load, but Rokurou surely knows by now his greedy love for swallowing down once he's been fed.]

[ Instead of doing something like gripping him by the balls, Matoba is strangely and unexpectedly… cute…

Rokurou swallows as unfamiliar heat prickles in his chest. It’s a feeling that he steadfastly ignores, trying to focus instead on the hot clench of Matoba’s mouth. Fingers twitching, he catches that flicking ear between his pointer and thumb to gently knead, endeared despite himself. It’s while in that strange emotional place that his orgasm grips. Dry heat sparks flames that run the course of his system, bleeding him of sense from head to toe.

Thick semen spills into Matoba’s waiting mouth. The daemon twitches and then goes pliant, breathing shallow, a light sheen of clammy sweat clings to his cheeks and forehead. Fuck, it feels good… and he marinates in that satisfaction, allowing Matoba do whatever the hell he wants as he sinks into the mattress like a limp puppet. ]

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