[ it's been a few months since tsumugi's whisked away into this messed-up world of sex and vices (and assigning him as a Dom which is... probably a mistake on LIEs' part), and he thinks that he can never fit in a place like this. he's not entirely that innocent - he's a growing teenage boy after all, who's definitely read a lot of erotica and had hidden a bunch of them in the school library's underground archives - but this is beyond anything he's ever imagined that he's still sure that he's dreaming, even when he's strolling around aimlessly patara and keeping to himself -
until he sees a familiar figure squirming around by the huge patch of mistletoe. ]
E-Eichi-kun?
[ he's heard of various people getting tangled up in the mistletoe, so he could've expected this from eichi because of how frail the other male is... but that's nobody's fault, isn't it? tsumugi wastes no time in running to eichi's aid, grabbing the garlands and trying his best in yanking them off eichi's arms and - hold on, let him focus on his legs since the viney garlands are going way way up towards his crotch and that would be uncomfortable...
[Maybe he should be thankful that he can't quite think properly. He's tangled up in the garland, restrained, and tugging against it only seems to pull him in tighter, causing it to wind more around his arms, legs, his hips. The pressure was an instant thing, and now, with Tsumugi reaching to tug at it even more, he actually gasps, breathy and hot.]
Wait, Tsumugi—
[Even the way he calls his name makes it obvious that he's affected, trying to reach for him and only meeting more resistance. He's flushed, eyes dilated, and since Tsumugi is trying to work at the strands working up around his legs, he'll notice that he's beginning to become aroused.]
This is... more than just some trap, you know? Ah, I feel hot all over... Please be careful, you're making it spread faster.
[ the fact that eichi hasn't said his name like that makes tsumugi blush a bit more in the wintry cold, and his hand slow down as requested. normally he'd just brush those inevitable thoughts aside - he's accepted that eichi probably wouldn't want to do anything sexual with him, it's no big deal -
but. ]
You feel hot, Eichi-kun?
[ tsumugi can definitely feel how hard eichi already is, his hand keep brushing over his thighs and between his legs in a feeble attempt to break him free, but it seems that tsumugi's already been taken over by the mistletoe's spell; not only does he manage to pull the pesky vines that were about to dig into eichi's pants, but his hands are doing it instead, rubbing him through the fabric with one hand while unzipping his fly with the other. ]
Then I'll take care of it for you... Don't move too much, okay?
He's really going for it. Eichi's breath hitches, hips automatically moving into the touch, wanting, needing. The pressure is too much, even with how Tsumugi has moved some of them aside. He wants it, he wants so much, not just this gentle touching, but he can't say any of that. He doesn't know how to say any of that.
If there's one person who can make him uncertain on how to move forward, who can make him bend to whatever he does, it's Tsumugi. He'd been trying to avoid him, even here, to make less of a problem, but...]
Tsumugi... [He wants him, and maybe their past has it even more emotional. It's not just the mistletoe— something is tugging at his heart in all of this, and it's almost painful.] You don't... have to do that.
[If he doesn't want to. If he thinks this is just another favor he's needed for, and then he'll be tossed away afterwards. Eichi can't let that happen again.
However, his desperate tone is unmistakable, tinged with a whine. He's in more than a little need of help.]
[ his hands falter at that pleading tone, his own heart growing heavy with guilt that's been overtaken by lust, slowly but surely. on one hand, the fact that eichi was still avoiding him here hurt a little, but tsumugi wasn't the kind to pay it mind - not anymore. but now that they're here, and with no other way for eichi to run and evade him once again...
tsumugi can only smile, a wistful one that barely reaches his dull eyes as he lifts a hand to brush away a lock of hair from eichi's face, delicately tucking it away behind his ear. ]
It's okay. I want to.
[ he really does, which in fact scares him. if only eichi knew how much he's been holding back on after all this time. it can make a simpler man tear up, but tsumugi knows that eichi is not the type to waste any on him.
and with that he gets on his knees, freeing eichi's hardening cock out in the open, frigid air. his lips and tongue should be warm enough, licking at the tip tentatively to test the waters, gaze trailing up at eichi's face to see his reactions before running his tongue down and up his length, coating him with his warm drool.
the vines seem to have calmed down, loosening themselves around eichi's arms but they're still wrapped around his legs almost stubbornly, as if to abide by his useless old friend's wish to keep him here for just a while longer. ]
[He wants to. He wants to... he can't get the way that he says that out of his mind. It echoes, on repeat, and Eichi's mind spins at the contact, hardly noticing that his arms fall out of the hold they'd been in previously. They curl back against the wall, first, his breaths heavy and audible as Tsumugi's hot tongue trails over him. His whole body shudders with it, and finally, he realizes that he can move his hands.
One covers his own mouth, embarrassed by the sounds that want to slip out in this shameless enjoyment. More, more, he's not sure if this will be enough, but it's so good— the other hand moves without as much thought, running fingers through Tsumugi's hair. It's longer than it used to be, more of a mess.
But it seems to make Tsumugi happier, this way.
Eichi curls his slender fingers into it tightly, gripping, tugging just slightly. Not enough to disrupt what he's doing, but to encourage it, to ask for more, between the quiet gasps and soft moans already hitting the air, even past his palm.]
[ he is a bit happier now, with longer hair and a disposition that's a bit more chipper since the last time they'd been together like this, though without a dick in his mouth. tsumugi's just glad that eichi's responding positively, brows raising at the encouraging hand on his head as his head tips upward a little to meet his gaze, mouth still obscenely kissing his tip almost in reverence.
eichi's still covering his own mouth; either he doesn't want to be heard by anyone (which is ridiculous at this point, given where they are), or he just doesn't want to give tsumugi the satisfaction that he's doing something good this time around. not that tsumugi can blame him for the latter - while this isn't his first time giving someone a blowjob, doing it with eichi is something he's only thought of in his fantasies. completely unattainable until now. ]
Mm, Eichi-kun... [ he pulls his mouth off of him a bit, wrapping his hand around him to give him some few good pumps, ] You don't have to force yourself to tell me if it feels good or not. Either way, I'll just have to try harder for you.
[ by wrapping his lips around the tip and slowly attempts to cram his entire cock into his mouth, making soft little sounds from his throat the more he takes in. if he has to choke around him, then so be it - at least he's tried. ]
[He doesn't get it. Of course, how could he, after everything that happened?]
It's— [But to help, he'll pull his hand away from his face, even if it's embarrassing, grabbing back against the wall, instead. Curling there and into Tsumugi's hair, gasping out before he can get another word. He pushes past it, voice shaking with need, want, pleasure.] Warm, and incredible. I can barely speak...
[He's in so much need, thanks to this mistletoe, and the soft moan that slips out says that, too. His legs strain against the garlands, wanting to stretch, to draw Tsumugi closer somehow.
He wants more, truthfully. To be closer, connected, to be filled— but there's no way he'd ask for it. Even this is too much, it's not something Tsumugi should burden himself with, and yet... He said he wants it.]
Please... Tsumugi, it's making me terribly greedy... Ahh, k-keep going, or I won't be able to stand it. It's good, it's good, of course it's good.
[ ah, no, he wasn't looking for praise at all - he's only doing his job of pleasing eichi, even now, and he's not even sure if he's worthy for any of them since eichi must've had his dick sucked by people who are more skilled and beautiful than his poor self.
what he lacks in experience he makes up for enthusiasm though, letting out a small hum from his throat as he continues taking eichi in before he slowly pulls his mouth away with a pop to catch his breath a bit. ]
You've always been terribly greedy, you know. ♪ [ a chuckle, sticking his tongue out to catch any bead of precome that leaks out of his tip. already he's so lewd... ] But I don't mind. I'm all too used to that side of you.
[ and he'd like to see more of that, if eichi doesn't mind. tsumugi's missed him so terribly, would love to hear more of those noises that he'd made just for him. the concept of love and want is still alien to him, but even now the most important thing at this moment is eichi's happiness, and tsumugi won't stop at nothing just to achieve that.
even if he'll throw him aside again. that's okay. there's no time like the present, or so they say. ]
Just tell me how you want it, okay? [ his hands find eichi's waist, mouth around his cock again and eases down his length until he can almost hit the back of his throat before backing out again, sucking much more eagerly and noisily. because boy, if eichi thinks he's the only one who's lost in this, tsumugi's alreadylong gone gone from the moment he knelt down in front of him. ]
[He is used to it, isn't he? Eichi's chest aches for that, but he deserves that too, he thinks. Just moments ago, he'd thought to himself that he would never ask for what he wanted, but as each moment passes, as the mistletoe has garlands curling tighter around his legs, as the pressure is still too much and he realizes that Tsumugi would at least be able to have some relief too, then— he changes his mind.
Pride is long out the window, and Eichi is gasping, desperate. He wouldn't be able to stand by now if it weren't for the strings of garland now wrapping around his middle, his stomach, some even at his throat, making for a lewd display.]
I... [Speaking is difficult, when Tsumugi takes him in so deeply, and Eichi groans for it, eyes closing briefly.] I want more than just this. I also... want to feel you inside of me.
[Incredibly bold, but he's so flushed and aroused, he can't help it.]
finally tags to cope from the lack of eimg in his bday,
[ tsumugi pauses to look up at eichi, thinking that he misheard, but seeing him in such a debauched state is making him feel more well-aware of how hard he is since he'd gotten onto his knees for him. eichi would just let him do that? right here, right now?
...no, it's probably just the garlands. eichi would've said the same if it were anybody else sucking him off. that kind of thinking stings tsumugi a little, but he's accepted that by now; he doesn't want eichi to feel bad, but the complete opposite - to feel good and happy about himself, and if eichi's happy then he'll be just as satisfied.
with that, he draws his mouth off his cock, giving it a sweet kiss on the top before standing up. the vines around eichi shift as if knowing what's going to happen next, pinning him against the wall firmly as tsumugi pulls down his pants to his knees, fishing out a packet of lube (don't ask why he even has it in the first place), tearing it open and applies some onto his fingers before reaching beneath eichi to carefully slide a finger inside him.
if only they're at a much warmer place to fuck, but tsumugi figures that he can keep eichi warm with his own body? while his one hand his occupied with prepping eichi up, his other hand tugs at the vines that's curled around eichi's neck so that he can lean down and suck at the exposed skin there, determined to pass on what's left of his own body warmth to the boy who desperately needs it more than him. ]
[That finger inside of him is nice, but it's not nearly enough for how much he wants. He breathes heavily at it, trying to shift as much as he can, even if the binds wrapped around him don't allow for much of it at all. It feels like every inch he takes is made to make them tighter. Like he doesn't even have to try standing on his own, because they'll hold him up.
Tsumugi's mouth is hot, and he makes a noise even at that kissing, head tilting slightly to allow for it, eyes slipping closed, face more flushed than before. All of it is so... gently intimate, isn't it? His head is spinning.]
More, Tsumugi... I want more, and more— [His breath hitches, fingers curling into his own hands.] More, more, there's no need to hold back, so...
[ there's no need to hold back... tsumugi's finger pauses for a few seconds at the very thought of losing himself in him, before slipping another slick finger inside. bless the vines for making it comfortable for eichi even at this harried situation; tsumugi will definitely have to make it up for him another time. if eichi would let him, that is.
he sucks on that frail neck until he leaves a reddening mark (ah, just leaving one on his skin alone is making his own cock twitch, how lame), and his tongue licks up until he reaches the other's eat to put his hot mouth on that earlobe. tsumugi still doesn't feel confident about initiating foreplay, but he's read a lot of books on the subject even before coming here to this depraved city, so eichi should be okay.
once he's sure that eichi's been stretched proper, he pulls his fingers out, shifts so that he's pinned impossibly closer to eichi, bringing his dick up and teasing the tip at the other's hole slightly. he just can't believe this is all real -- ]
Tell me... Tell me if anything hurts.
[ and he pushes in, slow and steady. the tightness of it all feels all too good, he's not sure if he even deserves this kind of pleasure himself, but he glances up at eichi's face for any reactions anyway, flushing deeply when he looks like he's loving it. ]
[He loves every bit of it. It's not just the mistletoe causing it, of course. The mistletoe is only making it an extreme desire that he can't turn away, no matter the history between them. No matter how much he should be avoiding Tsumugi, since Tsumugi deserves better... He can't. The only thing that would hurt would be letting Tsumugi walk away, right now.
He lets out a soft noise when he's pressed into, arms straining against the binds that hold them back, wanting to reach and hold Tsumugi back, to wrap around him and into that hair that's grown too long. But he can't. He's not allowed to, and maybe it's for the better, like that.]
It's— it's good, so don't stop, no matter what... Tsumugi.
[His noises are half emotional, with so much on his mind only making it all the more powerful, and he doesn't want Tsumugi to mistake it for genuine pain when he's only enjoying it more. He wants it. He wants it all. So desperately, god, what sort of view of him was Tsumugi going to have now?
He strains uselessly against the binds even more, mouth opened in heavy pants, unable to close, eyes slipping closed in his pleasure. His hips shift too, as little as they can with his legs pinned back, useless little things to try and take Tsumugi even more.]
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duplicity au; mistletoe
until he sees a familiar figure squirming around by the huge patch of mistletoe. ]
E-Eichi-kun?
[ he's heard of various people getting tangled up in the mistletoe, so he could've expected this from eichi because of how frail the other male is... but that's nobody's fault, isn't it? tsumugi wastes no time in running to eichi's aid, grabbing the garlands and trying his best in yanking them off eichi's arms and - hold on, let him focus on his legs since the viney garlands are going way way up towards his crotch and that would be uncomfortable...
yeah, just. don't think any more on that. ]
Stay calm, I've got you.
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Wait, Tsumugi—
[Even the way he calls his name makes it obvious that he's affected, trying to reach for him and only meeting more resistance. He's flushed, eyes dilated, and since Tsumugi is trying to work at the strands working up around his legs, he'll notice that he's beginning to become aroused.]
This is... more than just some trap, you know? Ah, I feel hot all over... Please be careful, you're making it spread faster.
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but. ]
You feel hot, Eichi-kun?
[ tsumugi can definitely feel how hard eichi already is, his hand keep brushing over his thighs and between his legs in a feeble attempt to break him free, but it seems that tsumugi's already been taken over by the mistletoe's spell; not only does he manage to pull the pesky vines that were about to dig into eichi's pants, but his hands are doing it instead, rubbing him through the fabric with one hand while unzipping his fly with the other. ]
Then I'll take care of it for you... Don't move too much, okay?
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He's really going for it. Eichi's breath hitches, hips automatically moving into the touch, wanting, needing. The pressure is too much, even with how Tsumugi has moved some of them aside. He wants it, he wants so much, not just this gentle touching, but he can't say any of that. He doesn't know how to say any of that.
If there's one person who can make him uncertain on how to move forward, who can make him bend to whatever he does, it's Tsumugi. He'd been trying to avoid him, even here, to make less of a problem, but...]
Tsumugi... [He wants him, and maybe their past has it even more emotional. It's not just the mistletoe— something is tugging at his heart in all of this, and it's almost painful.] You don't... have to do that.
[If he doesn't want to. If he thinks this is just another favor he's needed for, and then he'll be tossed away afterwards. Eichi can't let that happen again.
However, his desperate tone is unmistakable, tinged with a whine. He's in more than a little need of help.]
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tsumugi can only smile, a wistful one that barely reaches his dull eyes as he lifts a hand to brush away a lock of hair from eichi's face, delicately tucking it away behind his ear. ]
It's okay. I want to.
[ he really does, which in fact scares him. if only eichi knew how much he's been holding back on after all this time. it can make a simpler man tear up, but tsumugi knows that eichi is not the type to waste any on him.
and with that he gets on his knees, freeing eichi's hardening cock out in the open, frigid air. his lips and tongue should be warm enough, licking at the tip tentatively to test the waters, gaze trailing up at eichi's face to see his reactions before running his tongue down and up his length, coating him with his warm drool.
the vines seem to have calmed down, loosening themselves around eichi's arms but they're still wrapped around his legs almost stubbornly, as if to abide by his useless old friend's wish to keep him here for just a while longer. ]
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[He wants to. He wants to... he can't get the way that he says that out of his mind. It echoes, on repeat, and Eichi's mind spins at the contact, hardly noticing that his arms fall out of the hold they'd been in previously. They curl back against the wall, first, his breaths heavy and audible as Tsumugi's hot tongue trails over him. His whole body shudders with it, and finally, he realizes that he can move his hands.
One covers his own mouth, embarrassed by the sounds that want to slip out in this shameless enjoyment. More, more, he's not sure if this will be enough, but it's so good— the other hand moves without as much thought, running fingers through Tsumugi's hair. It's longer than it used to be, more of a mess.
But it seems to make Tsumugi happier, this way.
Eichi curls his slender fingers into it tightly, gripping, tugging just slightly. Not enough to disrupt what he's doing, but to encourage it, to ask for more, between the quiet gasps and soft moans already hitting the air, even past his palm.]
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eichi's still covering his own mouth; either he doesn't want to be heard by anyone (which is ridiculous at this point, given where they are), or he just doesn't want to give tsumugi the satisfaction that he's doing something good this time around. not that tsumugi can blame him for the latter - while this isn't his first time giving someone a blowjob, doing it with eichi is something he's only thought of in his fantasies. completely unattainable until now. ]
Mm, Eichi-kun... [ he pulls his mouth off of him a bit, wrapping his hand around him to give him some few good pumps, ] You don't have to force yourself to tell me if it feels good or not. Either way, I'll just have to try harder for you.
[ by wrapping his lips around the tip and slowly attempts to cram his entire cock into his mouth, making soft little sounds from his throat the more he takes in. if he has to choke around him, then so be it - at least he's tried. ]
well now's a good time for this
It's— [But to help, he'll pull his hand away from his face, even if it's embarrassing, grabbing back against the wall, instead. Curling there and into Tsumugi's hair, gasping out before he can get another word. He pushes past it, voice shaking with need, want, pleasure.] Warm, and incredible. I can barely speak...
[He's in so much need, thanks to this mistletoe, and the soft moan that slips out says that, too. His legs strain against the garlands, wanting to stretch, to draw Tsumugi closer somehow.
He wants more, truthfully. To be closer, connected, to be filled— but there's no way he'd ask for it. Even this is too much, it's not something Tsumugi should burden himself with, and yet... He said he wants it.]
Please... Tsumugi, it's making me terribly greedy... Ahh, k-keep going, or I won't be able to stand it. It's good, it's good, of course it's good.
[He's really lost to this.]
finally some good fuckin food
what he lacks in experience he makes up for enthusiasm though, letting out a small hum from his throat as he continues taking eichi in before he slowly pulls his mouth away with a pop to catch his breath a bit. ]
You've always been terribly greedy, you know. ♪ [ a chuckle, sticking his tongue out to catch any bead of precome that leaks out of his tip. already he's so lewd... ] But I don't mind. I'm all too used to that side of you.
[ and he'd like to see more of that, if eichi doesn't mind. tsumugi's missed him so terribly, would love to hear more of those noises that he'd made just for him. the concept of love and want is still alien to him, but even now the most important thing at this moment is eichi's happiness, and tsumugi won't stop at nothing just to achieve that.
even if he'll throw him aside again. that's okay. there's no time like the present, or so they say. ]
Just tell me how you want it, okay? [ his hands find eichi's waist, mouth around his cock again and eases down his length until he can almost hit the back of his throat before backing out again, sucking much more eagerly and noisily. because boy, if eichi thinks he's the only one who's lost in this, tsumugi's alreadylong gone gone from the moment he knelt down in front of him. ]
SLURPS
[He is used to it, isn't he? Eichi's chest aches for that, but he deserves that too, he thinks. Just moments ago, he'd thought to himself that he would never ask for what he wanted, but as each moment passes, as the mistletoe has garlands curling tighter around his legs, as the pressure is still too much and he realizes that Tsumugi would at least be able to have some relief too, then— he changes his mind.
Pride is long out the window, and Eichi is gasping, desperate. He wouldn't be able to stand by now if it weren't for the strings of garland now wrapping around his middle, his stomach, some even at his throat, making for a lewd display.]
I... [Speaking is difficult, when Tsumugi takes him in so deeply, and Eichi groans for it, eyes closing briefly.] I want more than just this. I also... want to feel you inside of me.
[Incredibly bold, but he's so flushed and aroused, he can't help it.]
finally tags to cope from the lack of eimg in his bday,
[ tsumugi pauses to look up at eichi, thinking that he misheard, but seeing him in such a debauched state is making him feel more well-aware of how hard he is since he'd gotten onto his knees for him. eichi would just let him do that? right here, right now?
...no, it's probably just the garlands. eichi would've said the same if it were anybody else sucking him off. that kind of thinking stings tsumugi a little, but he's accepted that by now; he doesn't want eichi to feel bad, but the complete opposite - to feel good and happy about himself, and if eichi's happy then he'll be just as satisfied.
with that, he draws his mouth off his cock, giving it a sweet kiss on the top before standing up. the vines around eichi shift as if knowing what's going to happen next, pinning him against the wall firmly as tsumugi pulls down his pants to his knees, fishing out a packet of lube (don't ask why he even has it in the first place), tearing it open and applies some onto his fingers before reaching beneath eichi to carefully slide a finger inside him.
if only they're at a much warmer place to fuck, but tsumugi figures that he can keep eichi warm with his own body? while his one hand his occupied with prepping eichi up, his other hand tugs at the vines that's curled around eichi's neck so that he can lean down and suck at the exposed skin there, determined to pass on what's left of his own body warmth to the boy who desperately needs it more than him. ]
UGH I KNOW
[That finger inside of him is nice, but it's not nearly enough for how much he wants. He breathes heavily at it, trying to shift as much as he can, even if the binds wrapped around him don't allow for much of it at all. It feels like every inch he takes is made to make them tighter. Like he doesn't even have to try standing on his own, because they'll hold him up.
Tsumugi's mouth is hot, and he makes a noise even at that kissing, head tilting slightly to allow for it, eyes slipping closed, face more flushed than before. All of it is so... gently intimate, isn't it? His head is spinning.]
More, Tsumugi... I want more, and more— [His breath hitches, fingers curling into his own hands.] More, more, there's no need to hold back, so...
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he sucks on that frail neck until he leaves a reddening mark (ah, just leaving one on his skin alone is making his own cock twitch, how lame), and his tongue licks up until he reaches the other's eat to put his hot mouth on that earlobe. tsumugi still doesn't feel confident about initiating foreplay, but he's read a lot of books on the subject even before coming here to this depraved city, so eichi should be okay.
once he's sure that eichi's been stretched proper, he pulls his fingers out, shifts so that he's pinned impossibly closer to eichi, bringing his dick up and teasing the tip at the other's hole slightly. he just can't believe this is all real -- ]
Tell me... Tell me if anything hurts.
[ and he pushes in, slow and steady. the tightness of it all feels all too good, he's not sure if he even deserves this kind of pleasure himself, but he glances up at eichi's face for any reactions anyway, flushing deeply when he looks like he's loving it. ]
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He lets out a soft noise when he's pressed into, arms straining against the binds that hold them back, wanting to reach and hold Tsumugi back, to wrap around him and into that hair that's grown too long. But he can't. He's not allowed to, and maybe it's for the better, like that.]
It's— it's good, so don't stop, no matter what... Tsumugi.
[His noises are half emotional, with so much on his mind only making it all the more powerful, and he doesn't want Tsumugi to mistake it for genuine pain when he's only enjoying it more. He wants it. He wants it all. So desperately, god, what sort of view of him was Tsumugi going to have now?
He strains uselessly against the binds even more, mouth opened in heavy pants, unable to close, eyes slipping closed in his pleasure. His hips shift too, as little as they can with his legs pinned back, useless little things to try and take Tsumugi even more.]