[ there are a hundred thousand things wrong with doppo doing this to jakurai, with jakurai; at least he's pretty sure his non-sanguis self would think so, but right now, this feels like the most natural thing in the world.
those lips, soft and full, feel incredible against his skin, as if jakurai's branding him as his own, asserting himself. his sanguis scent is strong, all-consuming, and doppo feels his own breath catch before he gets up off of him. the chair might be comfortable, but this isn't where he wants to do it.
instead, he takes his hand and leads him to the examination bed, urging him onto it as he takes the opportunity to push the doctor's shirt over his shoulders and onto the floor. he's leaning up to capture his mouth with his again, fierce and craving the taste of him, the intoxicating heat of his surrender. ]
I'll take care of you, sensei.
[ he promises, his words a low, rumbling growl in between ravenous kisses, his fingers coming to undo the buckle of his belt, easing open his trousers. ]
[He believes Doppo will care greatly for him. He's happy to allow himself to be moved from the chair to a bed. He doesn't want Doppo to hold back on him so he moves with no complaints and no questions. Just bending to whatever Doppo wants him to do right now.
His shirt is long gone and there are lips on his again. It's nice for Jakurai especially when he gets to feel useful to his "pack'.
He threads his fingers tight into Doppo's hair, keeping him in place.]
[At the sound of his belt unbuckling, his hips raise as well.]
[ and his trust is well-founded. doppo will take care of him no matter what -- after all, hadn't jakurai done the same for him? they're in this together, and as the sanguis beast rises in him, a growl rattling his narrow chest, doppo feels just a little more at ease when he feels those fingers in his hair.
it means jakurai wants this too, right? driven by instinct, but the sheer burn of feeling, doppo feels his hips raise and he simply pushes his pants and briefs down with trembling fingers. he had thought of this sometimes, in his guiltier, darker moments, interspersed with the more common and longstaying fantasy that is hifumi. jakurai is a secret he's mortified and embarrassed about, and now this beautiful man is offering himself up to him.
he doesn't allow himself to think, when his fingers, long and lean, come to wrap warmly, carefully around his cock while he just about ravages jakurai's mouth, marking him for himself. and he feels -- he feels so good. ]
[ Jakurai is the temple, really. The resting place for his two gods. He would always take care of them is what he’s trying to say here. Happily. He offers himself up readily and happily. Making sure to give Doppo all of the go aheads he will ever need.
There is a low rumble from his throat, between kissing and having his cock stroked, he’s not too sure what to react to first. At least once when they break for air, Doppo’s name crosses his lips readily. ]
[ in turn, his two gods will care for him and love him as their own -- after all, it's the three of them always; and doppo takes what jakurai so willingly offers as tribute to the sanguis moon that roars in his veins, crimson and relentless.
there is a burst of pleasure at the way his name rolls of jakurai's tongue, the smooth baritone rumble infused with something he doesn't recognise, something that already goes right down south and incites his most carnal desires. doppo starts to stroke his shaft first, from root to tip as he searches his mouth again.
he wants more of him, he always wants more, his own need quelled by jakurai's generosity. he presses closer, wanting to be touched, to feel the good doctor's hands on him. ]
[Jakurai's mind may be clouded. But it doesn't stop him from letting his warm hands travel all over Doppo's body. Up...and down. Making sure every inch of him is appreciated.
He's being as vulnerable as he's ever been. Showing a side to Doppo that he's never showed before....it's new territory and while this was something so intimately fueled it also strengthening their bonds.]
[ it's definitely strengthening, all right -- doppo has never seen this side of jakurai before. even as his sanguis blood surges in him he understands this gesture for what it is, and he leans down to capture his mouth with another kiss, addicted to the warmth of his hands.
jakurai has saved countless people using those hands, hasn't he? kind and understanding, jakurai has saved him, too, from the mires of his own mind, and doppo makes a soft noise as he continues to stroke his cock, thumbing the underside and acquainting himself with him.
his fingers stray, now, tentatively, moving downwards between his legs before he realises something -- ]
[Certainly he has saved plenty of people. But he has also killed plenty too. A side that was not yet ready to be revealed. A side he would someday tell Hifumi and Doppo about.
He raises one fluffy ear, and then tilts his head over to a supplies drawer.]
In there.
[His own hands are still exploring, touching , feeling out a side of Doppo he's never really been granted access to as well.]
[ jakurai's ears are so... so... fluffy. doppo is distracted for a moment, reaching out to tentatively massage it, his own ears pricked and betraying his fascination. tail swishing in delight, evidently happy to be touched by jakurai, the sanguis moon banishes any semblance of shame, overpowering all of his natural instincts with sheer desire.
jakurai is touching him. he's holding him. he wants him.
the knowledge of that is intoxicating, and he leans over him to fumble for the drawer and grab the small bottle of lubricant, coming back to jakurai and leaning down to kiss him again for his patience, greedy for more of the doctor's affection. he's leaning into his touch eagerly now, hands sliding down to get his pants entirely off before he urges him to wrap his legs around his, his forehead pressing to his. ]
[The very fact that he doesn't let very many people see him like this should be comforting. He has a max of so many knowing what he looks lke when he's spread out below someone. Sensei, a man who probably doesn't really seem like the type to be below.
But for now, it's fine, isn't it? This is fine. Nothing wrong with allowing Doppo, his teammate...to see him like this.]
[ doppo makes a soft noise, almost guttural in his chest as the heat of his sanguis moon rises -- the desire to dominate, the lack of inhibitions, melting away as desire burns in his veins. he is very beautiful, his sensei, and his fingers run through those long, silken threads briefly before he opens up the lube bottle, smearing some on his fingers before seeking him out underneath, fingers lightly tracing over the tight little rim before slowly, slowly pressing one in.
despite the roar to take him, to claw into him and see how much sensei can take, doppo holds himself back -- after all, this is someone he cares deeply for, and he leans down to nose against his cheek, pressing soft kisses against the side of his mouth. ]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
those lips, soft and full, feel incredible against his skin, as if jakurai's branding him as his own, asserting himself. his sanguis scent is strong, all-consuming, and doppo feels his own breath catch before he gets up off of him. the chair might be comfortable, but this isn't where he wants to do it.
instead, he takes his hand and leads him to the examination bed, urging him onto it as he takes the opportunity to push the doctor's shirt over his shoulders and onto the floor. he's leaning up to capture his mouth with his again, fierce and craving the taste of him, the intoxicating heat of his surrender. ]
I'll take care of you, sensei.
[ he promises, his words a low, rumbling growl in between ravenous kisses, his fingers coming to undo the buckle of his belt, easing open his trousers. ]
pls accept my lateness......pls ilu....
His shirt is long gone and there are lips on his again. It's nice for Jakurai especially when he gets to feel useful to his "pack'.
He threads his fingers tight into Doppo's hair, keeping him in place.]
[At the sound of his belt unbuckling, his hips raise as well.]
always kjashdf ilu more
it means jakurai wants this too, right? driven by instinct, but the sheer burn of feeling, doppo feels his hips raise and he simply pushes his pants and briefs down with trembling fingers. he had thought of this sometimes, in his guiltier, darker moments, interspersed with the more common and longstaying fantasy that is hifumi. jakurai is a secret he's mortified and embarrassed about, and now this beautiful man is offering himself up to him.
he doesn't allow himself to think, when his fingers, long and lean, come to wrap warmly, carefully around his cock while he just about ravages jakurai's mouth, marking him for himself. and he feels -- he feels so good. ]
Thanks for dealing with my slow ass
There is a low rumble from his throat, between kissing and having his cock stroked, he’s not too sure what to react to first. At least once when they break for air, Doppo’s name crosses his lips readily. ]
no thank YOU for dealing w mine omg
there is a burst of pleasure at the way his name rolls of jakurai's tongue, the smooth baritone rumble infused with something he doesn't recognise, something that already goes right down south and incites his most carnal desires. doppo starts to stroke his shaft first, from root to tip as he searches his mouth again.
he wants more of him, he always wants more, his own need quelled by jakurai's generosity. he presses closer, wanting to be touched, to feel the good doctor's hands on him. ]
Sensei -- your hands --
no subject
[Jakurai's mind may be clouded. But it doesn't stop him from letting his warm hands travel all over Doppo's body. Up...and down. Making sure every inch of him is appreciated.
He's being as vulnerable as he's ever been. Showing a side to Doppo that he's never showed before....it's new territory and while this was something so intimately fueled it also strengthening their bonds.]
no subject
jakurai has saved countless people using those hands, hasn't he? kind and understanding, jakurai has saved him, too, from the mires of his own mind, and doppo makes a soft noise as he continues to stroke his cock, thumbing the underside and acquainting himself with him.
his fingers stray, now, tentatively, moving downwards between his legs before he realises something -- ]
Sensei, do you have --
no subject
He raises one fluffy ear, and then tilts his head over to a supplies drawer.]
In there.
[His own hands are still exploring, touching , feeling out a side of Doppo he's never really been granted access to as well.]
no subject
jakurai is touching him. he's holding him. he wants him.
the knowledge of that is intoxicating, and he leans over him to fumble for the drawer and grab the small bottle of lubricant, coming back to jakurai and leaning down to kiss him again for his patience, greedy for more of the doctor's affection. he's leaning into his touch eagerly now, hands sliding down to get his pants entirely off before he urges him to wrap his legs around his, his forehead pressing to his. ]
Sensei...
no subject
But for now, it's fine, isn't it? This is fine. Nothing wrong with allowing Doppo, his teammate...to see him like this.]
Doppo-kun...
[It's low, approving, and encouraging.]
no subject
despite the roar to take him, to claw into him and see how much sensei can take, doppo holds himself back -- after all, this is someone he cares deeply for, and he leans down to nose against his cheek, pressing soft kisses against the side of his mouth. ]
Sensei... I'm sorry --