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[Even if he did say it, David would be inclined to agree. He holds Daigo's gaze with rapt attention while he undoes his fly, and obliging lifts his hips to let the other man drag his pants and boxer briefs down his hips. His cock springs free, flushed rosy pink and very interested in what's going on here. David swallows heavily as Daigo takes him in hand.]

I'm not disagreeing.

[ There is something boyish in the way Daigo smiles, totally innocuous as he gives a slow, steady squeeze. The flat of his thumb strokes contemplatively over the ridge of David's cock. It isn't that Daigo isn't also keenly interested and aroused, but that he finds attention to others significantly more captivating. The electric sting through the brightening sync is an obvious signifier; a bolt of anticipation.

Daigo's breath is warm in the moments before his lips touch, eyes relaxing downward. He really does have very long eyelashes for the strong set of his face. ]

[David's head falls back, leaving him to watch Daigo stroke his cock down the elegant line of his nose. He licks his lips, his chest rising and falling evenly as he takes in all of it; Daigo's eyelashes, the warm fan of his breath, the sweet sharp sting lancing through their sync.]

Fuck, [he hisses at the brush of lips against his glans, unable to help the jerk of his hips at the simple, brief touch.]

[ If he starts off slowly, is it for the express purpose of making David squirm? It just might be. There's pleasure in observing the small, helpless reactions that people have as their buttons are pressed. He is controlling when he takes the dominant role, meting out escalation only as he deems deserved. He was practiced at doing so anyway, but synchrony makes it particularly easy for him to judge just how impatient and eventually just how desperate.

He tongues the slit of David's cock, purposefully taking time to make the sticky skin slick with saliva. He toys the moisture in with the pad of his thumb before he takes him further in to his mouth. He can taste David's pulse against his tongue, hums faintly in approval at the way it jerks. ]

[If Daigo's looking to make David squirm, he's certainly on the right track. A sumptuous moan issues from his mouth as Daigo's clever tongue works over his slit, his hands fisting into the sofa cushions on either side of his thighs.

His brows knit together in an expression of concentration, feeling his cock jerk against Daigo's tongue.]

Mmm... [He's vocal, it seems, not afraid to let Daigo know exactly how he's feeling.]

[ It's cute, he enjoys the noise and may be inclined to reward it. The warmth of his grip tightens around the base of David's cock; twisting, rubbing upwards with his thumb as the wet of his mouth sinks lower. That's where his attention stays, relaxed, until his eyes flick up to watch David's face with hazy affection. He's certainly having fun. ]

[David's fingers unclench from the sofa cushions and find their way tentatively to Daigo's shoulders; they curl into muscle and skin distractedly as pleasure soaks into his spine with each twist of that fist.

He realizes he's holding his breath, and lets it out slow and shaky as his cock sinks further into the velvet heat of Daigo's mouth.]

[ Daigo's head tilts, opening his shoulder under David's touch in encouragement. He's more than willing to be touched; skin warm, lightly freckled, usually scarred somewhere. The scare over that shoulder was likely having something broken on him, expected pieces ending up wrenched in to him. Street fighting has no rules and brutal consequences, but he misses it sometimes. Especially here where there's just not enough adrenaline to keep him satisfied day to day. His restless boredom certainly makes him an easy fuck.

He swallows around David's cock, adding more pressure and suction to the twist of his hand and the slide of his mouth. His other hand joins between them, taking David's balls into his palm and kneading them. ]

[Once it's clear that it's welcome, David's hands begin to roam, combing into Daigo's hairline, curling briefly into the hair there before they relax again and begin to feel up the musculature of his shoulders and the scars dotting his skin. All the while, Daigo's sweet mouth works over him with exquisite, slick suction. David's eyes fall shut, his hips rolling upward into that mouth, and a jagged cry comes from his throat.]

Ah—hhh, God. Yeah.

[He's a fan of the attention to his balls, evidently.]

[ He sucks upwards, sticky strings of saliva following after his mouth as he pulls up enough to inhale breath. While he's paused there, he rummages into a back pocket. With the currency here mostly digital, the only things he keeps in his wallet these days are old tickets and little sachets of lube. He tears one of the latter open to assist this process. The gel is cold for a moment before his palm squeezes over it, spreading it out in even strokes. He places his mouth back, more demanding, slide silkier. ]

[The sensory experience alone is killing David; the wet sounds Daigo's mouth makes around him sound almost as good as it feels. He appreciates the pause as Daigo pulls something from his pocket; it gives him a chance to catch his own breath.]

Oh. That's very...prepared of you. [His voice is breathless and capped off with a filthy groan as that lube is slicked over his cock and quickly followed by that mouth again.]

[ Faint, low laughter. Just about everyone says that to him. He supposes it implies something about his habits, but he's much too old to be embarrassed about it. He never had the liberty to date men openly but impromptu hookups in off-color places are another matter. While Noctium's permissiveness is novel, it doesn't really change his views on his sex life. It's an important outlet to let off steam. It's tiring being the calm and collected chairman all the time. The chance to be controlling and demanding without humility is invaluable.

David is caught in the scintillating web of his liberation. The ebb and flow of amethyst is made particularly obvious by the gems but Daigo's full attention has always been a brilliant thing. Men have fallen in love with him over less, to their peril.

He takes David into the hollow catch at the back of his throat, swallowing with a thick moan. His hands creep up the couch to grab David by the ass and pull him closer, cock sliding along his lips glossily. ]

Edited (when u use the wrrrong word) 2021-12-16 05:05 (UTC)

[David's truly caught up, the ebb and flow of their gems' magic between them bringing every sensation sharply to the forefront. He's a little floored by it, heat rising inexorably to his face as Daigo goes the extra mile.

His ass is plush and round, a nice handful for Daigo to dig his fingers into, and the sudden change in depth along with the moan that vibrates over his sensitive glans is enough to make his body arc into a taut line, burying his fingers in Daigo's hair to keep him there for just a little longer.]

Mmmhmm, right there...Christ.

[ What's the use of sex if you don't let yourself get caught up in it? His perspective anyway. David is being lovely for him, so Daigo is more than obliging. There is good? There is what he gives. He lets him rub into the soft of his throat, the sound as he sucks around his dick particularly wet, indecent. The fingertips needing David's ass are encouraging, indulgent. Feel everything, get caught up, break over. ]

[David's hips fall into a gentle, controlled rut against the back of Daigo's throat, fingers restlessly curling and uncurling in his hair. Not tugging, though; he gives him the room to pull away if and when he decides to. Every little sound issuing from Daigo's mouth drives him wild, lewd and wet and utterly perfect.

He inhales sharply, and holds his breath, the movement of his hips growing a little bit truncated as he feels himself getting close to his peak. His fingers stroke over the back of Daigo's neck as he warns,] Almost there—!

[ Daigo's hair is much cuter when it's been mussed out of its styling, softened loose across his brow. The severity of the slicked back style is dated but so is the yakuza.

He inhales deeply through his nose, providing a luxuriant sigh of pleasure in response to David's cries. He really does get off most to someone else's pleasure, a self-feeding cycle of give and give and give. He enjoys the desperate twitching of David's cock on his tongue, lacks any shyness or reluctance to have someone come in his mouth; spill down his throat. He is confident enough to retain clear control, regardless.

He is pleasantly breathless by the time he surfaces, mouth flush and eyes dark. He wipes a line of lube from his lower lip with the tip of one finger. His tongue follows after, a swipe at the center of his upper lip. Between the two amethysts his skin is prickling with heat and sensation, surges and whorls of it as David spikes and then spirals down. Vibrant behind his eyes when he blinks, threads of purple. He ends up biting that lower lip, humming contentedly while he watches David come down.

He can't actually believe David is still in that sweater though, shifting up with one knee alongside David's leg on the couch. ]

Hot yet?

[ A teasing tone, pinching the hem between thumb and forefinger. ]

[David can't hold out much longer after that, the way Daigo moans around his cock sending a rush of heady pleasure straight to the core of him. He shudders, jerks, his hips surging forward and his head thrown back to expose the elegant line of his throat as he spills down Daigo's throat in hot pulses.

It takes him a moment to come back to himself, the spots in his vision clearing in time for him to see Daigo licking his upper lip while looking utterly and perfectly debauched. He huffs a laugh, his gaze following as Daigo shifts up to join him on the couch.]

Um, yes. Very. You should help me fix that.

Happy to.

[ His weight sinks onto his knee as he leans in, pressing an appreciative kiss along David's hairline as he works on divesting him. His attention is intense but remains markedly unhurried. Clearly one of those people who unwraps presents neatly. ]

[David obligingly lifts his torso to allow Daigo room to get his sweater off him, revealing a thin white tank top-style undershirt beneath, along with a white gold chain encircling the amethyst at the notch of his clavicle. Dark, neatly-trimmed chest hair peeks out over the neckline of his shirt, until he reaches for that and pulls it off to join his sweater.

He wonders vaguely what Daigo's plan is; he'd mentioned bending him over something earlier, he thinks? Either way, David is content to go with the flow and find out.]

[ Oh, he's going to do exactly that. He's also calmly allowing a moment for breath. His fingertips trace along the edge of the amethyst affectionately, toying up the purple energy in his mind. He likes the gems. As complicated as it is to live here, Daigo is a perfect subject for Malachite's needs. Someone who wants to connect, someone who isn't afraid to do it and to spill out everything he has to offer. That's how he ended up with the big hole in his heart, currently. He opened up and he let someone anchor there. Losing those roots of that big tree has been shocking and there is no one who compares, only distractions.

His eyes refocus on David's face, heady and dark with promise. He puts a hand into the couch cushion alongside David's head and leans in, ]

Up on your knees, please.

[ It's his tone of voice that makes that request sound so filthy. ]

[David feels a shift in the air, in the very molecules of it, as Daigo's fingertips glide over the cool facets of his amethyst. He sucks in a short breath at the sensation, especially when coupled with the hand planted beside his head and the way Daigo leans in with an air about him that David can only describe as 'fucking sexy.' His Adam's apple bobs as he nods and shifts to sit up on his knees.]

Sure. Whatever you want.

[He cringes inwardly. So much for playing it cool. It seems he's only too eager to comply.]

Glad to hear it.

[ Eagerness is the best possible response to Daigo, it's sweet. He pulls David in against him and kisses him fully. If there was any question with his relentless patience, he is very hard against David's hip. It's his normal tact to hold back on himself well into the proceedings but he's certainly ready to press against him now. He guides David's hand down to touch; a gesture to include rather than control. Daigo nips his throat, lingering there for a moment before he works on fiddling out a few more sachets of lube that he tears open one-handed with his teeth. Sure, he has a real bottle over by his bed. He's not going over there to get it. Too busy.

He exhales hotly into the crook of David's neck, the touch of his fingers cold with gel along the line of David's ass; toying at him with his fingers until he finds purchase. ]

[David melts into the kiss, his body warm and pliant where he's pressed up against Daigo. He shudders as he feels exactly how much this is affecting the other man, and lets him guide his hand so that he can mold his palm over the rigid line of him and rub slowly up and down through his trousers.

He moans, feeling the scrape of teeth over his throat. Finds himself squirming a little as he feels those cool, slick fingers press between his cheeks and toy against the dip of his entrance. David shivers at Daigo's hot breath against his skin, a sharp contrast to his lube-coated fingertips.

His hand gives his cock a firmer squeeze, and his mouth approaches Daigo's ear, voice low with wanting.]

I can't wait to feel you inside me.

[ He makes a pleased noise under David's hand, swaying loosely into the pressure. ]

You tolerated my small talk admirably.

[ A platitude he uses on people who don't really understand the circuitous nature of Japanese customs; said with wry, subdued humor. He fucks David with his fingers lazily, enjoying the body squirming against his own. ]

[David makes a small sound of disbelief.] 'Tolerated'? [His breath hitches, there, groaning as Daigo's fingers breach his entrance, before he steadies his voice again.]

I like listening to you.

[Almost as much as he likes touching him; his other hand makes efficient work of exploring Daigo's torso, before joining its twin in unfastening his trousers.]

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