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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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[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.]

[swordhardy]

[ 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. ]

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[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.]

[swordhardy]

[ 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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[Ah, that feels good... The stroking has his eye half-lidded as he continues swallowing Rokurou's cock into his tight lips. It's almost too easy to get distracted by it, to relax into it, but he must be vigilant with seed spilling onto his tongue.]

[He swallows greedily when it comes, heady bursts that coat his mouth quickly. His throat bobs as he gulps it down, sticking to his throat, nursing tight bobs over his dick that keep it all from spilling outward. His breath flares hot over Rokurou's lap as he works, following him down when he sinks back onto the bed like a cat that refuses to let go of its favorite toy, and still tasting and swallowing down the remains and flavor of cum mixing with his saliva. His own hips continue bobbing behind him on the bed, thighs now splayed, fucking a full erection against the mattress.]

[A low sound rumbles from his face on Rokurou's lap, a mix between a purr and a needy groan. His hands haven't left Ro's thighs, still gripping hard into flesh. He eyes the expanse of the daemon's body with hunger, and finally draws his face up off of his lap, letting spent cock fall from his lips and licking his chops.]

[He wants more.]

[Crawling over him, he lays his body down over Rokurou's and splay-straddles in his lap, rubbing his own erection along the man's sleep-warm body, and tucking his chin next to the man's ear with a rumbling purr. Like the cat that just won't let you go back to bed until it's fed, he's still hungry.]