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TDM 06
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HEADS
TAILS
MAIN LOBBY
BACK HALLWAYS & STAIRS
MONSTER MASH
THE VALE
SMOKED EGG
BALANCE RETURNS
OOC NOTES
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▶ Go forth and let your freak flag fly!
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[But that much isn't enough to ward him off. There is work to be done after all, and handsomely rewarded for the right price. All that awaits him here, then, is targets ripe for the picking. So distracted are they, grotesque bodies intertwined between moaning and feeding, that he finds it easy to slip between them undetected even with his scent marking him as both prey and hunter. It's stronger now as a foreign presence, while the auras surrounding him are difficult to pick out one from another, human from ayakashi, all intermingling and confused within the already mingling scents of the lounge. It has his eye and his focus straining to pluck them out from the crowd for a suitable target, until one particular presence nearby shifts close and strikes him as familiar.]
I had a feeling I might find you here again. [The smile he pins as he turns to address Tseng behind him carries a more potent venom behind it than any he's gotten from the exorcist before.] A shame it had to be like this.
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It is, [ tseng agrees. ] I suppose there are only so many reasons why a man like you would walk headfirst into such a den of iniquity, hm?
[ it's a good thing he isn't holding a drink. tseng's hands are clear, open, pressed palm-down against the table for the time being as if in a gesture of placation. not that he really thinks it will work—if matoba intends to attack him, he'll do so regardless. tseng harbors no illusions of being able to control him in the slightest. ]
What do you want?
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[Instinct will fill out whatever wariness does not. Just as vampiric prowess bestowed on one the ability to scent out prey, they could tell predator, too. It was more acute now that Tseng isn't human, an acrid scorch that reaches his nostrils like the winding tendrils of incense. Matoba's smile was always dangerous in the best of times. Now, like a knife-edge, it promises worse.]
[But he isn't a fool. He's in a room crawling with monsters that would love to make a meal of him just as much as he'd love to reduce them all to ashes; picking a fight here in the midst of their little blood orgy isn't going to do him any favors. And Tseng, he suspects, still has enough of his faculties to let reason overtake whatever hunger must be clawing away at him inside.]
Well, Tseng-san. It seems we've once again found ourselves in a position to negotiate. [The acidity of his smile abates some, to regard him anew- as an opponent.]
I don't suppose you'd go along to quarantine quietly without something in return, hm?
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I think you would dabble in anything if it served your purposes, [ he says. he may not know matoba well, but he knows enough to see that matoba does nothing without design; if he's here, he's here for a reason, and judging by the edge of malice in his expression tseng thinks he can guess what that reason might be.
moments later, matoba confirms it himself. it makes sense, doesn't it? matoba's clan is one tasked with the banishment of spirits and monsters from the world of the living. acting as a monster hunter now would be more or less in line with his skills and experience. and experienced he is, enough so to look around the room and see that he's outnumbered here a hundred to one, and that making a move against tseng in the heart of the vampires' den would be a mistake he would only make once. ]
Sharp as ever, [ tseng says with a nod. he doesn't think of himself as a monster, but he can see why matoba does. ] But you know I'm a reasonable man. Offer me something worthwhile in return and I won't give you any trouble.
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[He lays it out on the table smoothly, a consummate businessman. His head cocks as he holds Tseng's eyes. They're redder, he thinks, but it's hard to be sure in the lowlight. Has he fed already? Has he already become addicted? Or has he resisted, too human still, too hesitant to have taken the plunge into monstrosity?]
[His head cocks and his hair spills over-shoulder, the way it always does when he is examining someone anew.]
I'm told that I am particularly delicious. Of course, [He raises a finger up in the space between them, hovering inches away before Tseng's lips.] I won't allow you to taste until after I have claimed my bounty. No dine-and-dashing.
Ah, and I will choose the manner of your feeding. You won't be "turning" me, I'm afraid, but I don't mind preparing something especially for you. How about it?
[There was also the matter of his "bonus", but... In negotiations, you always bargain with the easiest concessions last. He doesn't think Tseng is going to so mind that part.]
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I'm hurt that you think so little of me, [ tseng says, with enough amusement tugging at his lips to make it obvious that he's not really hurt at all. ] But I understand your hesitance. It would be difficult for a man of your position to put your trust in a monster.
[ matoba seiji, vampire hunter. for obvious reasons, he wouldn't trust tseng; the only question is whether tseng can trust matoba in return. he's never been anything other than a man of his word, at least insofar as he and tseng have interacted, but the stakes are different now, and tseng can't be sure how boldly matoba might lie in a professional capacity versus a personal one.
but, then again, it is in matoba's best interest not to bring harm to tseng, assuming that he has interest in the various payouts available to monster hunters. tseng tilts his head thoughtfully, then says, ]
I wouldn't turn you regardless. [ this part, he means. tseng himself had been turned by another resident, and he wouldn't wish that on someone else. ] Your terms seem acceptable as written. What about the bonus?
[ true, that tseng doesn't mind it; he's just curious whether matoba wants to go after it at all. ]
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Oh, don't be. I think little of all of them. [He answers very easily, waving a hand to gesture to the frenzied crowds around them,] But you are not one of them. Certainly not yet- it takes much more time than this for a man to become a monster.
[If he distrusts Tseng, it's only because he has proven himself such a worthy opponent. It's not monstrosity, but cleverness that he has to be wary of. And that only continues to prove true. He looks at the vampiric man, considering his offer- and the question that follows it. His lips upturn, pressed into a smile. He's satisfied with the interest floated from him, first.]
Of course, I intend to collect the full bounty, [Matoba agrees with a private quietness to his voice,] It's only sensible from my end to benefit fully from this investment, isn't it?
[He considers the room- filled with monsters; some native, others turned by them, and others yet transformed unnaturally by the pale moonlight.] ...Perhaps the house requires the supernatural energy flooding the resort to be 'processed' by its inhabitants, first.
[He turns his eye back on Tseng- playful, yet dangerous.] You must understand that much better now, don't you? The flow of energy gained from living things. ... Do you have any preferences as to how I collect my bonus from you, Tseng-san?
[One last, benevolent concession placed on the negotiation table.]
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tseng's gaze follows matoba, thoughtful, as matoba glances around the room. it's no surprise either that matoba has done the cost-benefit analysis and decided that the way to make his effort worth it is to seek the full reward; this is not a man content with half-measures, tseng thinks. ]
It's possible, [ tseng agrees with a mild nod. ] There is precedent.
[ floods of lifestream energy often give rise to strange behaviors and physical abnormalities in the life forms that surround the wellsprings, just like mako prompts certain transformations in the human subjects to which it is administered. to then harness, or harvest, that energy from the inhabitants of the resort is just the next step of the process, already suggested by the notes left behind during that clubs business all those months ago.
the question directed his way makes tseng smile slightly, although he's keenly aware of the sharpness in matoba's gaze. ordinarily he might not be especially yielding, but the balance of trust (or its absence) between them is delicate right now, all things considered. ]
I would rather not be restrained, as a matter of preference, [ he says. ] And I think you understand why biting is off the table—otherwise, I'm open to suggestions.
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[He's happy to share other shreds of his own, here and there, but that will have to be its own additional dealings. Right now, he's focused on the one in front of him. Matoba hums lightly; none of those preferences are dealbreakers- even like this, however addled Tseng may be by dark urges, Matoba is confident that he could handle him if the man was unexpectedly overcome, but he doesn't anticipate that as a problem. A man whose desires don't seem to include a natural inclination to control- although, as he recalls, there was an appreciation. That, too, had been something he learned as a result of their first meeting.]
[Which is why Matoba's gaze is led to that unsuspecting black door at the back of the lounge, familiar to them both. He smiles lightly and glances back to Tseng with a shrug.] Right back where we started isn't so bad, hm? Why don't we find ourselves a quieter place to complete our deal?
[Matoba begins to sift his way through the crowds of monsters, simply presuming Tseng will follow, passing through the back entrance into Naked Yolk. They didn't require anything fancy; a room with a simple cot would do, although most of the ones offered in a club like this came with their own built-in restraints, bells and whistles. With the front of house distracted by the invasion of vampires, they have their easy pick, and Matoba leads the way unflinchingly into a room, sterile and lit only with sparse studio lights, a simply covered cot in the center. Not unlike a hospital bed, it looks like it's made to be easy to clean, moreso than comfortable to roll around in.]
Let me see... [He comes to stand a few paces from the bed, fingertips drawing over fabric to the collar of his kimono. It was his instinct always to dispense with the pleasantries and get to business, but he's found that has an oddly stupefying effect on partners, here. He ought to test the waters a little first, hm? So, Matoba stops himself and turns towards Tseng, eying him carefully.]
[It wasn't something he tended towards first, although he didn't dislike it in particular; but he wonders now- if he kisses him, will he taste the tang of iron on Tseng's lips? He's curious enough to step up to him and tilt his chin, bringing a hand up that takes a proprietary hold of Tseng's jaw and tilts it into his as he closes the distance.]
[Matoba kisses like he is performing a cross-examination. His eyes don't close, Tseng will find if his own do the same, or happen to flutter open early. Not what you could call artful, but lacking in inexperienced shyness, he takes the temperature of Tseng initial response, and then makes inroads, a bare taste of the moisture of his mouth. That's all he needs, pressing just shy of the fangs that he might find protruding inside.]
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it's for that same reason, that same practicality, that tseng finds himself surprised again when matoba turns to kiss him. their two previous encounters had taken place without any kissing at all, so why might it be that matoba has chosen tonight to change things up? not that tseng objects—he enjoys kissing very much—but it is interesting, from someone who does so little without purpose.
at any rate, matoba won't taste blood on tseng's mouth. maybe a little of the liquor he was drinking earlier, but nothing more, because tseng was telling the truth when he said he's not yet a monster. a few consensual drinks, spread out over the course of days and hours—no trace of it remains on his lips now.
tseng is mindful of his fangs, equally mindful of the fact that matoba doesn't seem to delve deeper than their initial press of lips, and when they pull apart he tilts his head curiously as he looks down at matoba. ]
What do you have in mind? [ he asks, his hands resting lightly where they'd come to sit at matoba's hips. it's not a firm grip, just a steadying one. ]
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Hmm... In asking me for my preference, are you giving me leave to do as I like? [He likes the lightly proprietary weight of Tseng's hands on his hips. It isn't that he dislikes taking matters into his own hands, but that he's more interested in what his opponent is thinking and capable of, that drives him to tiptoe around the central point of this meeting. His initial kiss was more of that; of seeing how Tseng would react to something newly placed on the bargaining table, as this was, after all, still an ongoing deal.]
[But, that was then and this is now. If he's going to be asked what he wants, that's tantamount to an invitation, isn't it...? The hand that cups Tseng's jaw slides backwards and instead grips into sleek hair, a hold that isn't intending to be painful, but carries with it a natural tendency towards command that conveys such utter ruthlessness nonetheless. The kiss that comes this time isn't testing anything. His hold brings Tseng to his lips with intent, a conquering hunger. Those fangs aren't of any concern now; he ignores them in pursuit of Tseng's tongue, finding it in hunt.]
[With one hand taking hold and the other splayed over Tseng's chest, he directs his vampiric prey carefully towards the edge of the bed and ends with the backs of his knees pressed to it. He releases his hold on Tseng's breath and hair once he's navigated him there, and with the palm warm against his chest, gives a little shove back.]
Then, I'll ride your cock this time. [Matoba's hands fall at last to the knot of his obi, to strip, as he always so efficiently does.] That much should be fine, right?
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for all that tseng is naturally dominant, he has no objection to this either. he lets matoba push him back to the bed, and when that little shove comes, tseng falls away onto the mattress, propping himself up on his elbows so he can watch the way matoba removes his obi. ]
Oh, certainly. [ so tseng's impression of matoba as someone who likes to have the upper hand was almost certainly correct. he smiles a little, but there's an unmistakeable heat in his gaze as it traverses matoba's body that has nothing at all to do with vampiric hunger. ] In fact, it would be my pleasure.
[ as matoba removes his kimono, tseng makes quick work of his shirtsleeves, but leaves his undershirt and slacks as-is for now. he isn't sure, after all, how many articles matoba intends to remove; this is a man who values efficiency, so tseng imagines he may only remove as many as strictly necessary to get at what he wants, as he's done the other times they've met this way. ]
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I'm sure. [Matoba laughs softly as he presses a knee forward on the bed,] I'd imagine being offered a place to sheathe your cock is the pleasure of most men.
[His estimation is correct, at least, in that this is how Matoba brushes forward onto the bed and settles over Tseng's lap, his splay warm and inviting through the pants still separating them. His hands settle onto hips, follow the line of his belt and drag over material, until his right hand can cup over the goal of his intent and touch him, much as he did testing and teasing with the intent to suck his cock.]
[This time, though, he's coming with that bit of scouting already done. Knowing how it is that Tseng likes to be touched he sets to work. His palms run warm strokes along his inner thighs to ease them open under his seat for the sake of tease and then cup and touch him through his slacks as if to guide and mold him into hardness; he remembers the ways the man likes him to press the heel of his thumb through the fabric, to grip the shape of him and tease it into fuller hardness. He touches and cups until Tseng is a tent against his pants, still-bound, and then at last moves on to meticulously undoing his belt.]
You can get rid of the top, [He commands, so casually issued as to barely be a thought. Beneath the stretch of his boxer-briefs, he's half-hard himself, aroused by his own meticulous anticipation; he makes no moves or comments to command Tseng on how to touch or not touch him, nor will he stop him if the man decides to take such matters into his own hands. His own grip around the leather of Tseng's belt and tug, first a squeeze to loosen free the bar, then a pull to yank it free from his beltloops. It sounds through the fabric as it slides free, but Matoba doesn't toss it aside, instead testing it in his hand and, deciding he likes it, looping it back on itself to form a leash-like shape and setting it aside atop the gathered fabric of his kimono. For later.]
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and what a pace it is. it's clear, from the way matoba touches him, that he recalls the details of their last encounter, all the ways that tseng best likes to be touched. it takes hardly any time for matoba to coax tseng to hardness, applying just the right kind of pressure, touching him in just the right places; his cock stiffens under the cup of matoba's palm, filling it, until he's straining unashamedly against the zip of his slacks. he makes no effort to hide his body's responses, finding himself intrigued by the direction in which matoba seems to be leading them.
still, tseng isn't idle. his hands skim down matoba's thighs and back up again, his fingers slipping under the hems of his boxers to touch the softer skin just below the curve of his ass; he grips there, firm and presumptuous, before withdrawing his touch instead to slip his hands down the back of matoba's boxers instead. although at this angle it's hard for him to do much by way of teasing, tseng can at the very least slip long fingers between matoba's cheeks to tease him, rubbing over his entrance, teasing it without dipping inside. ]
Very well. [ forced to withdraws his hands from matoba in service of removing his clothes, tseng lifts himself up a few inches from the mattress so he can slip out of his undershirt as well, discarding it in more or less the same direction as his shirtsleeves. he makes note of the way matoba treats his belt, although the end goal for the accessory is something that will remain to be seen—a restraint, maybe? tseng will find out when he finds out.
for now, tseng just returns his hands to matoba's ass. this time, though, rather than delving backwards, he draws one hand forward to cup matoba's cock from beneath, fingers stroking over the shape of his balls through thin fabric, palm curving likewise around the shape of matoba's half-hard cock. turned on by his own machinations, tseng thinks, and the idea makes the corner of his mouth twitch. what a fascinating man matoba is. ]
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[And he likes the exploration, too. His hips move back subtly into the fleeting touches his fingertips grace across the bottom cleft of his ass under his boxers; their brief test of supple flesh, the tease of fingers over his hole that, brushed up against, winks with hunger. Already thinking of what will go there, Matoba's tongue flicks across his lips to wet them.]
[Matoba seems less interested in the show that came with the removal of clothes and more interested in what he got with them gone. Stripped down to the nude above the waist, he has the first opportunity to drink in Tseng's toned upper body- clearly trained with great time and effort, he appreciates the view openly with a small smile, and brushes a palm splayed-fingers up the center of his abdomen.]
Not letting the resort keep you from your regimen at all, are you? [He says it in a private, knowing way; they haven't spoken of it, but Matoba was much the same. Boredom in the resort hadn't given way to lethargy, not for him or any of those he knew were trained in one martial art or another. It only stood to reason that a military man would be much the same.]
[He's stroking his hands back downward when Tseng takes hold of his cock, still trapped in his underwear but stirred into wakefulness. The warmth of his touches brings immediate interest; the tip presses wet against the fabric and he leans into the stroking, breaths soft and even, eyelid falling. Deigning to allow his vampiric prey to please him- an easy answer, but surely not the right one. It was a little more than just that, this many meetings in between them. He allows the teasing for a few moments, simply rocking into it as his cock stiffens further under Tseng's teasing fingers, before he sighs and leans forward, lifting himself from the man's grip and instead shifting gears- he swings his leg over Tseng's torso, then the other, positioning himself facing Tseng's lap with his hips towards his face.]
[A few moments later, and quite presumptuously, a bottle of lube is pushed back from Matoba's sleeve and up Tseng's chest to rest there, beneath his arched hips.] No mouth, vampire. [Matoba orders easily, with an implicit trust,] Open me.
[Just as matter of factly, his thumbs hook into Tseng's waistband and drag downward, freeing his cock to the air; it takes no time at all for the waft of breath to herald the warm tongue that laves wet over it, generously coating.]
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[ laziness of the body is weakness of the mind—tseng strives for industry where he can. he maintains his regular workout routine, trains in various weapons (and misses his firearms every single time), ensures that his body is never any weaker or slower than it was the day he arrived. he doesn't do it to be appreciated, but that's not to say that matoba's appreciation isn't welcome, and tseng returns it by allowing the tip of his finger to dip just slightly into the tight ring of his entrance before he draws his hands away to take matoba's cock to hand.
whatever the reason that matoba allows tseng to spend a minute just pleasing him, tseng is glad for the chance. there's something wonderfully contradictory about the way matoba let himself be touched, a naked enjoyment in his expression and yet tseng knows that he remains just as keenly aware of his surroundings as ever. it would be a fatal error to mistake matoba's satisfaction for distraction.
when matoba pulls away, tseng releases him with some reluctance, but is mollified moments later when matoba adjusts their positions such that his hips are angled up towards tseng's face—only to deliver the disappointing instruction, no mouth. tseng can't help it: he laughs. ]
It's cruel of you to put your ass within tongue's reach of my mouth and tell me I can't eat it, [ he says, although the note of complaint in his voice is more amused than genuine. ] Fine, fine. Another time, perhaps.
[ tseng understands the reasoning, after all—he has very sharp teeth right now, and that skin is very sensitive. still, for a man who loves oral more than almost anything else, this is a real test of tseng's patience. he takes the lube from his chest and uncaps it to slick his fingers, and when they press up between matoba's thighs there are two of them wet and warm and pushing inside. despite the immediate pleasure of matoba's tongue against his cock, tseng's movements are precise, controlled, even as his cock twitches in matoba's grip. ]
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Oh? [Amusement mounts, pausing his mouth hovering Tseng's cock to tilt a backward glance against his shoulder.] Do you want it that badly? You shouldn't have gotten yourself turned, [Simple and blunt in his criticism. It was a shame, but precautions must be taken.] Don't let your guard down, next time.
[As though this resort was something against which one could guard.... Well, Matoba hadn't (yet) found himself influenced by that evil moon in the lobby, although he'd scouted it briefly before determining it was unwise to remain, sensing the influx of malice. A demon's gate, here? That aside, he does wonder how Tseng got to this point: was it the insidious magic of the resort, or had he been caught by one of the vampires writhing together like worms in the club back out front? Tseng is, as far as he can tell, only human, a man lacking Sight- and yet he can't shake the feeling that he is able to handle himself even amongst ayakashi.]
[He tucks away the intent to ask to set to his work. Instead of the slow and tortuous teasing of the first time he'd taken Tseng into his mouth, his movements this time are generous, intent on priming him and whetting an appetite. His lips push over the head and sink downward, a few spare inches to start, but warm and firm in their suction. He bobs an even pace a few times, then slips back up to the tip where he nurses, running his tongue in grinding circles over the head.]
[He continues, eagerly swallowing, lathering him spit until his cock is firm and twitching against the bed of his tongue. And while his mouth may be occupied, it's the sounds that catch in his throat, the hot breaths that shudder out over Tseng's lap, that speak to the pleasure of Tseng's fingers breaching into his hole. Eagerly accepted, his hips fuck back lightly over them as much as he can move without disturbing his mouth, his thighs parting over Tseng's lap in a bid for deeper friction. His cock, hanging stiff over him, twitches with every other inward thrust, clearly enjoying the moments where knuckles brush past the ring of muscle, or when the grind of fingers pushes against prostate.]
[Finally releasing Tseng's cock from his lips, a quiet grunt of pleasure escapes him in earnest as he gives one more good buck back over Tseng's fingers, rocking lightly on his hands and knees over them. As the moment passes, he reaches for the resort-provided supplies at the side of the bed to procure a condom, tearing it open with his teeth.]
This is a non-negotiable, [He comments as he presses it over Tseng's cock, adding a few generous strokes to ease it down.] I dislike mess.
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it's not a subject tseng is dwelling on at the moment, anyway. following matoba's instructions, he keeps his mouth out of the equation and instead fucks matoba easily with both fingers, his movements precise and controlled, just like they had been the last time he touched matoba this way. fucking deep until his knuckles meet the rim, just to watch it twitch, and then curling forward slightly to brush gently over matoba's prostate as he withdraws. occasionally tseng spreads his fingers, working matoba's hole looser around them, and when he seems relaxed tseng adds a third and pushes all three of them deep just to give matoba something to clench around.
all the while, matoba's mouth is dizzyingly good on tseng's cock, coaxing him quickly to leak precum against the softness of matoba's tongue. it's nothing like the teasing, exploratory blowjob he'd received all those weeks ago; no, this time matoba sucks him off with intent, purposeful in his aim to get tseng hard. and what a job he does of it, leaving tseng stiff and throbbing by the time matoba pulls his mouth away.
fingers get withdrawn only when matoba leans far enough away to retrieve the condom, but tseng keeps his other hand where it is, a steady presence on matoba's ass just because he likes to touch and matoba doesn't seem to mind the appreciation. ]
Understood, [ tseng says. vampire or not, he's about the last person in the resort who's going to argue against protection, even though he personally doesn't have many qualms about cleanup. his thumb rubs slow, teasing circles around matoba's stretched hole, watching it clench hungrily on nothing. ] I can't blame you for that.
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[But alas. He has a task to set to.]
[Once he's crawled himself away again and given Tseng opportunity to remove his fingers, Matoba kneels up again with the man's cock between his lap, lovingly prepared as he rolls the condom down over him. He turns around only to snatch the lube back from where he'd left it with Tseng, casually squirting another generous amount over him and spreading it with an efficient palm.]
Is that right? You're a first, [Matoba comments with a slight amount of wryness to his tone. So many men in this resort who were pleased by the sight of their own mess.]
[The light teasing of Tseng's fingertips feels good, so it's a shame to leave it... Alas, Matoba finally loses the rest of his kimono and drapes the ample fabric off to the side of the bed, giving Tseng a full view of his naked back as he shifts down to position himself over Tseng's lap. Only his underwear, rolled down below his hips remain- reaching back, he tilts the man's cock up to line it up against himself, letting it rest against that bunched up fabric for leverage as he takes it in. He sighs softly, enjoying the warm brush of the tip against his entrance as it dips against him, pushes, rubs against his hole- a little bit of teasing, perhaps testing to see if Tseng will take the plunge, to lift his hips to give the breaching push inside. Even if he doesn't, Matoba's hips sink down over him eventually, feeling the head pass through his entrance with a soft sound of pleasure and slowly letting his kneel sink down over it until he's nearly filled.]
[His knees, warm and flush against Tseng's clothed thighs, press close to keep his seat as he begins to roll his hips. The backwards-facing position gives the other man the perfect view of the sweep of hair over his nape, the strong line of his back, all the way down to watch his cock as it's swallowed up inside of Matoba again and again- only to draw back out, clinging to pliant flesh. His ass grinds back against Tseng's pelvis as he lowers back down, gives him a good moment to enjoy the fullness of being hilted inside of Matoba, and then raises up again to bounce over him.]
[His breaths, shallow and rhythmic, are the only other sound besides hips and the shift of clothes, the exorcist otherwise quiet with his pleasure as in previous encounters. There is effort and concentration, and the building of a flush of effort in keeping his pace, all the tells in the tightening of muscle around his cock and the eagerness with which he rides. And he leaves Tseng to touch as he pleases, to watch as he pleases, just the same.]
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anyway, he doesn't have time to comment to that aeffect. tseng is far more interested in the revelation of matoba's body—the first time he's seen the other man this fully undressed, given that his kimono remained mostly on the first time and matoba was fully clothed the second. he really is lovely, all lithe lines and pale skin, the grace of someone who is cognizant at all times of what their body is doing—a pleasure to watch, tseng thinks, his hands coming to rest at matoba's hips as he settles himself across tseng's lap.
and even more of a pleasure to feel. the tantalizing pressure of his cockhead against matoba's stretched hole is a shameless tease, one tseng rewards by bracing his heels lightly against the bed and, indeed, rocking his hips upward to slip just barely into matoba's stretched entrance. presumptuous, maybe, but somehow tseng doesn't think matoba will mind.
from there, though, he's content to let matoba set the pace. tseng likes a man who knows what he wants, who knows how to please himself—and from the way matoba steadily sinks down over his cock in increasingly deep rolls of his hips speaks to a familiarity with his own desires that tseng finds appealing. it also speaks to matoba's awareness of how godsdamned good he looks like this, the long line of his back and the flush in his skin leading down to the sight of tseng's cock disappearing into his body in regular thrusts, slick and hot.
even if matoba sets the pace, tseng is loath to let him do all the work. he keeps one hand at matoba's hip, steadying, and uses the brace of his heels against the mattress to rock his hips up and meet each of matoba's downward movements; his other hand travels, his thumb spreading matoba wider for a moment before it moves upward again to trace the sinuous curve of matoba's lower back and the small indentations of the dimples there. ]
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[There is, despite the overall slenderness of his frame, a well-honed control over himself, an awareness of what he is capable of and what he is not, setting a measured pace over Tseng's lap. The way he moves his body walks the line between expended and conserved effort; his hips move only as quickly and forcefully as he can manage for an extended period, and when his breaths begin to broadcast the duress of his pace, he chooses a convenient time to slow it, sinking his hips fully over Tseng and using the slow, deep grind to keep him occupied while he recovers his strength. The returned thrusts working up into him from below force a pleasured, shuddered breath every so often, tensing in his pelvis rippling pleasure back around Tseng's cock. Their pace works well, a fruitful partnership.]
[Hair loosened from his ponytail musses across his shoulders and stick to sweat gathering at his nape, and Matoba sweeps a hand across it to gather it back over his shoulder mostly out of fastidiousness. The deep jut of shoulderblades broadcast breaths rising and falling in his chest as he bends his lower back to meet his seat against Tseng's navel on another press of the man's hips upwards, allowing him to take over and thrust for the few moments the exorcist catches his breath. He holds himself in place, his thighs tensing against Tseng's and feeling the returned flex of muscle, the traveling traces of his hands as they admire and adjust their view of him- the tantalizing sensation of being opened slightly over his cock and then stroking back upward into their hold.]
[Matoba rarely touches himself much during sex, but positioned like this and with a free moment without movement, he curls his hand around himself and strokes, efficient pumps that much the pace of Tseng's cock moving up into him, and then slowly brings gears back into motion to roll over his lap and match it. Needy and mostly untouched, it's tempting to groan as relief floods his veins, but he manages temperance. His cock drips pre lazily over the space on the cot between Tseng's legs and his own, his hand milking more as he picks his pace back up. While he was a trained hunter, one who could wait and watch to strike until the time was right, Matoba Seiji had a naturally impatient temper. Once pleasure begins to mount, it's difficult to pull away from it again.]
[His free hand drops, brushing knuckles along the side of the bed until his palm closes over the leather belt he'd left there. That's right. This. He draws it up into his grip, grazing it along Tseng's thigh up to his hip, dragging the sensation of the leather back and forth against him. He raps it firmly against skin then, like urging on a stallion, and increases the pace of his ride with intent to come. Wordless command, that he's sure the man that can feel the squeeze of muscle around him will understand.]
belt-chan kyaaa
instead, what tseng can give him is the steadiness of tseng's considerable stamina, picking up the slack when matoba slows his pace to catch his breath, his stomach and thighs flexing as he moves under matoba. when matoba presses all the way down to grind, the thrusts are slower, almost languid, indulgent; when he lifts himself up on his knees tseng moves more quickly.
even though it's difficult to see from this angle, from the shift in matoba's muscle and the way his body moves tseng can tell when he reaches down to stroke his own cock. the first touch makes matoba's muscles ripple with pleasure and earns an answering noise from tseng, caught in the back of his throat, giving away how good it feels for him as well. neither of them are especially vocal men, it seems, which makes the little tells all the more potent.
matoba shifts again, and then: the payoff. tseng had wondered what matoba might do with the belt he set aside, and here he's answered by the snap of leather against skin. it's more startling than painful, and the silent command does spur tseng on, makes him adjust his posture just slightly so he can meet the increased pace of matoba's hips and chase both of their mutual pleasure with deep thrusts and breath growing slightly noisier the closer he gets to orgasm. ]
she gonna getchu...
[There is that little thrill. The threat that vampiric urge might overcome the man, and find him overtaking in a different way. But what fun would these bounties be without it?]
[As Matoba rides with deep concentration, his hips lift briefly with quivering restraint to draw out Tseng's cock to the rim of his hole, teasing himself over the girth of the head for a few moments before sinking back down in earnest. The quietest of sounds, and the answering flutter of muscle around the descent that follows speaks to the pleasure it sends through his root. His thighs tense, gripping tightly over Tseng's hips, and he rides out the rest in earnest.]
[When he comes, it's with that knee-quivering tenseness, a clench in his naval that goes all the way to his hole around Tseng, and a flex in his back as he spills into his stroking hand with a few quiet gasps. Most of it manages to spill over the bedding beneath them, although Tseng's pants may not end up entirely unscathed. A small price to pay, maybe, for harried pleasure.]
Go, [He orders with another strike of the belt, voice slightly hoarse and controlled hard in his throat. Orders or, in another word, permission to take his pleasure from the satisfied exorcist.]
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so tseng does. he keeps the pace as steady as he can, modulating it only in response to the sting of matoba's makeshift whip; his hands are steady on matoba's hips and his thighs and stomach work without cease, testament to considerable stamina made even more impressive by his new vampiric traits. tseng's gaze stays low, admiring the way matoba's hole clings and clenches around the girth of his cock whenever he pulls out or fucks back in, the way that his body clearly telegraphs his pleasure as long as you know what to look for.
like the tension in his thighs and the ripple of muscle around the length of tseng's cock, the way his legs quiver as he quietly spills over his own fist and onto the sheets between tseng's thighs (and a little bit onto tseng's slacks, although he's not complaining). despite the silence it's an impressively physical orgasm, the twitches and quivers of matoba's form giving him away even as his command comes out steady and controlled.
and what a command it is, one tseng is all too eager to obey. finally he lets himself slip from the tight restraint of a steady pace and firm grip—he slips his hands down to matoba's thighs, holding him at the join where they meet his hips, keeping him steady as tseng fucks him in deep strokes that chase his own pleasure now moreso than matoba's.
pleasure creeps up on him quickly, and after a few long seconds tseng comes with a sharp inhale. he pulls matoba down onto his cock so he can feel it twitch and throb as he spills into the condom, relishing the tightness of matoba's body, its heat, before finally subsiding back against the mattress with a slow, satisfied exhalation. ]
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[Even then, his knuckles remain gripped over the leather of the belt with a quiet creak, grazing it along Tseng's hip as the man hardens his hold in order to lead the charge towards his end. Encouragement now, moreso than command, it remains a tantalizing edge against skin rubbing back and forth with his own movements. Along bottom of his vision, Matoba sees the movement of Tseng's hands down to his thighs, and admires the splay of strong fingers pressing into the pliant flesh there; if it's enough to leave slight marks behind when he moves them again, Matoba will have no complaints. An attractive souvenir.]
[It's a good pressure, though. It traps him against Tseng's body and the ruthless pace at which he barrels towards orgasm feels good. Trapped hip to hip, the man's cock pounds into him until he feels the throb of it spilling bound against his sensitive walls, the strong flex of his pelvis under the seat of his thighs, the grip of Tseng's fingers over him all in tandem. He lets out his own shudder of pleasure at the sensations, and when Tseng relaxes and sinks back to the bed, he squirms his hips just the slightest bit over him to give a last, soft tease of flesh and pressure, hip to hip.]
[He remains there for a few moments, reveling in their shared satisfaction, but eventually the exorcist's impatient nature overtakes it. His hips shift forward to put his weight on his knees and he raises up to let Tseng fall from his open hole, reaching back to rub fingers over the rim of muscle both to will it to relax and to revel in a job well done.]
That ought to be worth a good 1500 chips, wouldn't you say? [Matoba's voice is lightly wrecked, but chipper; he eventually twists his hips to take a comfortable seat side-legged across Tseng's lap, delicately splaying his knees so as not to get in the way of his cock, should Tseng wish to clean himself up a little. Ah, how convenient that Naked Yolk also provides complimentary clean-up supplies; he reaches to take a wet-wipe for his hand, still wet with his own semen.] Worked up an appetite?
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