doppo should chafe at this, the way he's chafed at so many normal-seeming things thus far, but somewhere inside him he's long acknowledged that the good doctor is a part of them. so before he can regret it, he responds: ]
You're ours, too.
[ because it goes both ways. minutes later, however, doppo knocks on his door, gently pushing it open. he can smell jakurai, the sterile interior of the room, but no one else. ]
[ jakurai smells... familiar. he smells like alpha, and in the primitive hindbrain doppo is struggling to get used to, he's fighting the urge to challenge him -- not for the sake of it, but to see just how jakurai would sink his teeth into him, too.
oh, fuck. what the hell is wrong with him? it's as if just about all of his higher-functioning processes is taking a backseat, along with his better senses, and his jaw sets, tail stiff as he closes the door behind him. doppo is almost circling, instincts overpowering good sense. ]
...I'm not sure what's happening. I-I feel more -- aggressive.
[ it occurs, however vaguely, to him that he should probably just apologise and beat a hasty retreat with the appropriate self-recriminations, but something inside of him has shifted, something inside him wants more, an itch under his skin that only jakurai seems to know to soothe, to sate.
he watches that tail wag, those ears perking just like his, and doppo comes closer, hungry for more. he's coming close, close, feeling recklessly bold, territorial, even if nothing in him wants to pick a fight. no, it's the opposite.
he steps just barely into jakurai's personal space now, taking in the good doctor's heady, incredible scent, and he resists the urge to nip. ]
Yes, please. What -- did you do, when you became Sanguis...? And you feel like -- you just want everything.
[And he will soothe that very soon. As long as Doppo allows him to, of course.]
What did I do...aah, well. Nothing at first. I opted to not leave me home in these times, as it was inconvenient to do so. My aggression was a little too out of control.
[Probably hard to imagine, considering this was Jakurai they were talking about. Not a bone in his body was usually aggressive. But Sanguis was a different story.]
But right now, I want you to take what you feel like you need. I am here to give, if that is what you need.
[ doppo looks up, curious but not surprised. he's seen how the doctor gets when he's drunk, he imagines sanguis!jakurai is unimaginably... worse. he's fighting all his worst instincts, the urge to pick a fight, to drag hifumi somewhere to mark him up so that everyone remembers not to touch hifumi, or so help him --
-- and sensei, too, even if he knows that's wrong, that's not how things go; because wolves of the same pack run together, and while doppo would follow where he leads, he can't resist the urge to push the envelope, either. and jakurai's scent, strong and heady, anchors him to this moment. ]
I want you to show me what you're like.
[ his words are almost a growl -- doppo wouldn't say something like this, not under normal circumstances, but he's chafing, thrumming with pent up aggression, so much so that not even his usual anxieties can smother it. he's overstepping a boundary -- but didn't sensei promise? he said he would give him what he needs. and right now, he needs an outlet for all of it.
[ Jovial aggression and primal aggression are two very different things and boy has Jakurai been both of those here. It’s nearly no surprise that Doppo is feeling the most off on his first cycle.
Jakurai’s demeanor doesn’t shift in the slightest, but he does pull Doppo right into his lap. Good. Very much a perfect place for Doppo to be right now.]
What I am like? What I am like is that I have the urge to bite and mark and own you right now. But I am quite certain we share that sentiment, don’t we.
[He reaches up to thread a hand through the others hair before pulling their faces closer together. ]
[ jakurai pulls doppo onto his lap, and he doesn't resist -- no, this is what he wants, even if every other instinct in the back of his mind is telling him how inappropriate this is, that he'll be sorry after, a litany of anxieties unheeded by his overwhelming sanguis impulses.
somehow, the moon's tapped into doppo's hidden reserves of instincts and capabilities, and instead of freezing up, he closes the distance between them hungrily, unable to help himself. his hands come to cup his face when he kisses him, fierce and dominant -- yes, that's his answer. he doesn't care that he's just about violating every personal and professional rule in this clinic, not when jakurai's words soothe and inflame all at once.
he's not alone in this, and that's what matters. hands move down now, from that lovely face to the white coat he wears, recklessly moving to push it off. he can't mark him if he's still wearing clothes, right? ]
[Jakurai wouldn't tell a soul that he and Doppo were in his office doing anything. Though one could only guess what kind of things were bound to happen during sanguis. This certainly isn't Jakurai's first or last rodeo and Doppo is nothing short of someone he wants to keep claiming as "his".
So he doesn't resist the kissing, no matter how dominant Doppo is acting. Rather. Jakurai will bend to Doppo's will without question. To get the aggression out you have to allow the source to be aggressive. The doctor is fully aware that he can handle it.
He sits forward just enough to get the coat off of himself and to start pushing Doppo's off of him. They had to keep an even playing field here.]
[ sanguis is -- both exhilarating and horrifying all at once. it's clear that doppo's primal hindbrain is in the driver's seat now that he's had a taste of jakurai, the way he yields to him, the flavor of his kiss. the doctor is theirs, and a part of him wonders if he has ever led hifumi like this, if he has claimed him too.
doppo doesn't mind if he does, after all, they belong to each other, aren't they? fighting together, and now here. doppo carelessly sheds his own jacket, impatient to get back to the other man, licking into his mouth as he takes control. he's a far cry from what he usually is; chock-full of apologies and near-crippling anxieties, but here and now he feels rash and bold, breaking the kiss only to nip and bite down the elegant line of his neck, loosening jakurai's tie with languid grace.
he bites without warning, sucking a harsh, vivid lovebite on the hollow of his pristine, lovely throat with a low, rumbling growl, undoing buttons with deft fingers. there.
he does it again, exhilarated by his permission as he marks him just above his collarbone. ]
[Sanguis is a ride none of them asked for and are on anyways. It's really a time. Thankfully for both of them Jakurai is always very well equipped. If Doppo asked that question about Hifumi though, he would receive and answer very truthfully. He has had Hifumi before. During the triple moon if he recalls.
Seeing this side of Doppo, Jakurai is well aware now that he can tap into a less anxious portion of his brain. Though he won't always resort to mindless sex and kissing and biting. But for now it's what is working, and what is soothing. When the kiss is broken for teeth down his neck, his mouth falls open. He's pleased. His own primal instinct is giving way to anything else. In the presence of someone more dominant than himself he just wants to submit, and he is. Breathy sounds leaving his throat and his head tipped off to the side.
His sounds are a little more sharp and pressed when marks start being left on him, his nails digging into the fabric of Doppo's shirt at his arms.]
Were you always this possessive, Doppo-kun?
[A curious, yet innocent question.
How did Doppo really feel about the rest of Matenrou behind his normally more timid front.]
[ good question, was he always, or is this an aberration for him? doppo has always cared deeply for hifumi, putting him above almost everything else even if doppo often denies it -- and jakurai, too, similarly. the man had often succeeded in pulling him out of the mires of his anxiety and the crushing negativity that's become his way of life.
jakurai, in many ways, had offered a path forward, and he and hifumi had carved out their places by his side. he looks down at him, the beautiful lidded eyes, the way light lavender locks slip through his fingers. jakurai looks like he had been carved by the very gods themselves, and as he looks down at him now, his thumb absently smooths over that soft bottom lip.
his instincts are roiling, desire bubbling to a fever pitch as jakurai submits, and he licks his own lips, the ferocious sanguis in him lending him courage. it makes him bold, reckless. it makes him chalk up a hundred thousand things he needs to apologise profusely for when the moon wanes.
hara-kiri won't be enough. ]
What if I said yes?
[ he says without thinking, steady-eyed and searching, as his fingers move to unbutton the doctor's shirt the rest of the way, splaying over his heart possessively. ]
The both of you -- are so important to me. You're both mine.
[Jakurai will continue to insist that hara-kiri won't be necessary. Jakurai brought this on himself by asking Doppo to come here. Concern for his teammate, his friend, his loved one. Jakurai always a sort of possessiveness over Matenrou. He was their leader at home, here, and anywhere they ended up. It was Jakurai who was responsible for the two of them being well taken care of. Jakurai was doing that, right?
He will say that Doppo is incredibly attractive like this. It makes him weak in the knees.]
I would not view you any differently if your answer was yes for those reasons.
[He leans up, lips pressing along the sharp line of Doppo's jaw.]
I will continue to be in your care, even now, Doppo-kun.
[ 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. ]
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-- no, sensei is practically omniscient, he'd know. ]
Yeah, I am. I mean... how did you know?
Did Hifumi tell you? I've been avoiding him as much as I can, too, he smells so...
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I am Sanguis as well. Will you trust me and let me see you?
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yes. I'll be by in half an hour.
Can I ask you a question?
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Did you ever... just want to mark Hifumi because he smelled that good?
Like if any other Sanguises came along you want them to know not to touch him.
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Sanguis certainly amps those feeling.
Allow me to help you, Doppo-kun?
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doppo should chafe at this, the way he's chafed at so many normal-seeming things thus far, but somewhere inside him he's long acknowledged that the good doctor is a part of them. so before he can regret it, he responds: ]
You're ours, too.
[ because it goes both ways. minutes later, however, doppo knocks on his door, gently pushing it open. he can smell jakurai, the sterile interior of the room, but no one else. ]
Sensei.
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[Of course he was planning on answering his text...but of course, he showed up before he got around to it.]
Shut the door behind you, if you don't mind?
[They're basically a pack, right?]
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oh, fuck. what the hell is wrong with him? it's as if just about all of his higher-functioning processes is taking a backseat, along with his better senses, and his jaw sets, tail stiff as he closes the door behind him. doppo is almost circling, instincts overpowering good sense. ]
...I'm not sure what's happening. I-I feel more -- aggressive.
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[Jakurai this month has fallen back onto his old wolf form, tail wagging slowly. Ears perked up just slightly.]
I can take care of you, if you like.
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he watches that tail wag, those ears perking just like his, and doppo comes closer, hungry for more. he's coming close, close, feeling recklessly bold, territorial, even if nothing in him wants to pick a fight. no, it's the opposite.
he steps just barely into jakurai's personal space now, taking in the good doctor's heady, incredible scent, and he resists the urge to nip. ]
Yes, please. What -- did you do, when you became Sanguis...? And you feel like -- you just want everything.
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What did I do...aah, well. Nothing at first. I opted to not leave me home in these times, as it was inconvenient to do so. My aggression was a little too out of control.
[Probably hard to imagine, considering this was Jakurai they were talking about. Not a bone in his body was usually aggressive. But Sanguis was a different story.]
But right now, I want you to take what you feel like you need. I am here to give, if that is what you need.
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[ doppo looks up, curious but not surprised. he's seen how the doctor gets when he's drunk, he imagines sanguis!jakurai is unimaginably... worse. he's fighting all his worst instincts, the urge to pick a fight, to drag hifumi somewhere to mark him up so that everyone remembers not to touch hifumi, or so help him --
-- and sensei, too, even if he knows that's wrong, that's not how things go; because wolves of the same pack run together, and while doppo would follow where he leads, he can't resist the urge to push the envelope, either. and jakurai's scent, strong and heady, anchors him to this moment. ]
I want you to show me what you're like.
[ his words are almost a growl -- doppo wouldn't say something like this, not under normal circumstances, but he's chafing, thrumming with pent up aggression, so much so that not even his usual anxieties can smother it. he's overstepping a boundary -- but didn't sensei promise? he said he would give him what he needs. and right now, he needs an outlet for all of it.
he leans in, just a little, testing the waters. ]
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Jakurai’s demeanor doesn’t shift in the slightest, but he does pull Doppo right into his lap. Good. Very much a perfect place for Doppo to be right now.]
What I am like? What I am like is that I have the urge to bite and mark and own you right now. But I am quite certain we share that sentiment, don’t we.
[He reaches up to thread a hand through the others hair before pulling their faces closer together. ]
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somehow, the moon's tapped into doppo's hidden reserves of instincts and capabilities, and instead of freezing up, he closes the distance between them hungrily, unable to help himself. his hands come to cup his face when he kisses him, fierce and dominant -- yes, that's his answer. he doesn't care that he's just about violating every personal and professional rule in this clinic, not when jakurai's words soothe and inflame all at once.
he's not alone in this, and that's what matters. hands move down now, from that lovely face to the white coat he wears, recklessly moving to push it off. he can't mark him if he's still wearing clothes, right? ]
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So he doesn't resist the kissing, no matter how dominant Doppo is acting. Rather. Jakurai will bend to Doppo's will without question. To get the aggression out you have to allow the source to be aggressive. The doctor is fully aware that he can handle it.
He sits forward just enough to get the coat off of himself and to start pushing Doppo's off of him. They had to keep an even playing field here.]
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doppo doesn't mind if he does, after all, they belong to each other, aren't they? fighting together, and now here. doppo carelessly sheds his own jacket, impatient to get back to the other man, licking into his mouth as he takes control. he's a far cry from what he usually is; chock-full of apologies and near-crippling anxieties, but here and now he feels rash and bold, breaking the kiss only to nip and bite down the elegant line of his neck, loosening jakurai's tie with languid grace.
he bites without warning, sucking a harsh, vivid lovebite on the hollow of his pristine, lovely throat with a low, rumbling growl, undoing buttons with deft fingers. there.
he does it again, exhilarated by his permission as he marks him just above his collarbone. ]
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Seeing this side of Doppo, Jakurai is well aware now that he can tap into a less anxious portion of his brain. Though he won't always resort to mindless sex and kissing and biting. But for now it's what is working, and what is soothing. When the kiss is broken for teeth down his neck, his mouth falls open. He's pleased. His own primal instinct is giving way to anything else. In the presence of someone more dominant than himself he just wants to submit, and he is. Breathy sounds leaving his throat and his head tipped off to the side.
His sounds are a little more sharp and pressed when marks start being left on him, his nails digging into the fabric of Doppo's shirt at his arms.]
Were you always this possessive, Doppo-kun?
[A curious, yet innocent question.
How did Doppo really feel about the rest of Matenrou behind his normally more timid front.]
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jakurai, in many ways, had offered a path forward, and he and hifumi had carved out their places by his side. he looks down at him, the beautiful lidded eyes, the way light lavender locks slip through his fingers. jakurai looks like he had been carved by the very gods themselves, and as he looks down at him now, his thumb absently smooths over that soft bottom lip.
his instincts are roiling, desire bubbling to a fever pitch as jakurai submits, and he licks his own lips, the ferocious sanguis in him lending him courage. it makes him bold, reckless. it makes him chalk up a hundred thousand things he needs to apologise profusely for when the moon wanes.
hara-kiri won't be enough. ]
What if I said yes?
[ he says without thinking, steady-eyed and searching, as his fingers move to unbutton the doctor's shirt the rest of the way, splaying over his heart possessively. ]
The both of you -- are so important to me. You're both mine.
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He will say that Doppo is incredibly attractive like this. It makes him weak in the knees.]
I would not view you any differently if your answer was yes for those reasons.
[He leans up, lips pressing along the sharp line of Doppo's jaw.]
I will continue to be in your care, even now, Doppo-kun.
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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 --
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