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« d.rose » TEXT ✧ AUDIO ✧ VIDEO ✧ ACTION DAVID ROSE ✦ schitt's creek
RESIDENCE ✦ emerald district, sumarlok
GEMBOND ✦ amethyst

"This is David. Leave a message. Or don't.

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[indignitas]

[ He sounds so good and Daigo buries his nose in against David's throat, aware of the smell of sex and sweat too. ]

Just like that.

[ He's not the noisiest partner in the world, but he's certainly not going out of his way to choke anything back. The structure of the couch underneath them is creaking enough to make up for him anyway, a perfectly good litmus for their energy. He does make a tight groan in his throat as his pleasure winds tight. His amethyst is hot where its pressed into David's back, hungry and vibrant. His fingers seek out the mirroring gem, making a complete loop to and from; give and take. THat gets him to exhale, shaky and eager, ]

Fuck.

[ His attention centers, driving with purpose to find the ledge over. His body is heavy and warm, sliding slick with sweat. ]

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[David feels as if he's being split in two, or more accurately like Daigo is taking him apart piece by piece, every touch and word and meeting of their bodies etching away at David's self-control until he's moaning wantonly. One hand gropes to lace his fingers through Daigo's, right over his gem, sweet synchrony clutching at his core along with his orgasm.]

Gah—fuck. [It steals the air from his lungs, his mind going blissfully blank as he tenses up, clamping down hard around Daigo's girth as he spills over his fingers.]

[indignitas]

[ Every slow moment is worth it when a partner melts into his hands. Control is best with its counterpoint as the ultimate goal, winding up tight to make the inevitable rush that much better deserved. He likes to do his homework, as it were. David's noises are absolutely inflammatory, a potent drive to finish. Feeling him twitch and come on his dick is beyond satisfying, making his thoughts race hot until there aren't any thoughts at all, just a few more tense thrusts into spent, trembling muscle before he comes with a growling moan.

He pulls out with the head of his cock pressed right at David's tail bone, warm cum flecked on his skin in convulsive spurts. It's a sticky, messy mixture that he rubs against slowly as his head stops reeling. His kiss is drowsy on David's shoulder, voice purring and congratulatory, ]

You're a wonderful guest.

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[There's a long, blissful moment of nothing in David's brain; he's just a series of nerve endings feeling so much, all of it good and filthy and satisfying. The hot spatter of Daigo's come across the cleft of his ass brings him back to his body, the sticky rut as he works himself through it. David's eyelashes flutter as he feels Daigo kiss his shoulder, and he lets out a throaty laugh.]

And you are a very generous host.

[indignitas]

[ He doesn't try to move for a while, content to enjoy the rush of breath as the pair of Amethysts wind down. He also won't keep David posed like that indefinitely though. ]

Wait here.

[ And he'll go find a towel, slacks loose around his hips. It's the best view of the large tattoo on his back thus far: a furious buddhist god in blue and wreathed in flames. Without particular awareness of the deity's lore, it hard to tell if that suits Daigo or if it's just a flex that he probably picked when he was younger.

It suits him. The dragon that encircles the god's upturned sword had turned out particularly prescient.

When he returns, he slings an arm around David's waist and kisses him once more. What a disgustingly nice dude. ]

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[David's happy to wait, despite the pool of rapidly cooling cum on his ass, just breathing in the smell of Daigo's nice leather couch while his nerves settle. He also enjoys the sight of Daigo walking away, taking in an eyeful of that back tattoo with half-lidded eyes.

He's a powerful man, certainly, but David has a hard time imagining him being cruel. Not when he's treated David so well and asked for nothing in return. Nothing David wasn't already offering, anyway. But he supposes it's inevitable that he must have done some unspeakable shit, being Yakuza. But it's certainly not unspeakable the way he comes back and initiates contact, offers David a little affection that he returns with a soft, warm hum in his chest.]

[indignitas]

[ He wipes the most obvious mess from David's back before turning over the dampened towel to him. Daigo idles off again to bring back glasses of water, nudges open the door onto his deck, and then comes back to sit down and light a cigarette. He doesn't seem in a hurry to throw David out, just settling back into his skin quietly. That mean ass cat of his slinks out of its bed to sit in a chair on the other side of the coffee table, glowering at them with his one good eye. ]

I'll feed you in a minute, don't give me that look.

[ Muttered idly to the cat. ]

I'm a terrible cook, but I can feed you too if you're hungry.

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[He appreciates the help in getting cleaned up, taking the towel with a murmur of thanks before using it to mop up his own mess and clean up the sofa cushion while he's at it. While Daigo pads away to fetch water, David takes the opportunity to put his clothes back on and push his sweaty hair away from his face.

Settling into the sofa, he takes one of those glasses and takes a few grateful gulps.]

Thank you, I'm parched. [He eyes that cat up suspiciously, snorting when Daigo tells the creature to mind his manners.]

—oh, that's a very kind offer, but I have a really nice piece of fish thawing at home, so. Rain check on the terrible cooking.

beep boop button

[indignitas]

[ He just smiles, more cheesy than not, ]

Probably for the best.

[ He's a useless rich boy he can't cook for shit. You know how it is. ]

boop beep?

[zhampagne]

[David huffs a laugh, setting his water aside.]

Probably. Well, I'll get out of your hair, but...

[He rises to his feet and smiles down at Daigo, wringing his hands together slightly.]

Let me know if you ever want a repeat performance.