I thought it would upset you less if I could make it back, without you hearing about it. But I know now that is not the case, and anyway, it won't happen again.
I love biting. I don't want to be a vampire. Vampires suck. [GET IT?!] They're all weird creepy nobles who have to eat untouchables, and organize weirdo contracts to control people like animals. Fuck that. Gross. Demons > werewolves > vampires. Besides, Demons eat souls too, so it's fine. Even if Valdis insists she's not really a demon, it's probably on the same level as me. [It is definitely more than him.]
Yes, I'm right outside. I'm cosplaying as a blanket bahamanal.
[Nobunaga spends a little bit staring at his phone trying to figure out the slang behind a whale's punishment, when the hug just makes him smile and lean into it more! This is nice. He could stay like this.]
Yeah, you have, buddy. [There is absolutely no regret here and he's actually pretty delighted. Enough to make the compliments a little less awkward. Just clinging to the gag reflex jokes for dear life]
You still wanting to ride me or did you change your mind about anything?
[God. He's so fucking cute. Klaus is dying here.] I want to see your face this time. See how you look more clearly. You're so hot when you're blissed out.
Shit... [A small laugh, and he speeds up down the aisle.] It's a good thing we didn't do anything at the wedding after all. Just you being near me is like a heady drug. Already I can see in my head what you'll look like, shirt half undone, hair blown back, legs splayed for me... [BITES A BLANKET AND WHINES.] You'd think I hadn't seen you for weeks rather than we've barely been apart an hour or two.
You’re just very easy to rile up, which works in my favor. Cause I like to get you worked up. One day I’m gonna see how long you can go without giving in. And how fast I can break any stubbornness you might have to try to win.
[Maybe Klaus has a bad habit of seeing a competition and being incapable of resisting it.]
If we’re ever apart for weeks, you’re in trouble, buddy. Cause I’ll win that without even trying.
Yeah, I am. You're gonna edge me? I have plenty of self control when I want.
[Literally Nobunaga too, so competitive about EVERYTHING, to a problematic level... so... it's fine. This is a better outlet for it, definitely. They're fine.]
[And Nobunaga arches an eyebrow, dragging Klaus into the seats with him.] Let's do it. Right now. Who can last the longest without a jade stem. Who will beg the most, the loudest. And no talk of fighting fair, there will be no fighting fair in this.
Ehhhhhh. I mean MAYBE. [Klaus has full faith in their ability to make Nobunaga’s brain go wonky]
[Oh, so they’re doing this now? Heeee probably should have seen that coming, but he’s also not about to say no now that the challenge has been put up.]
So we’re definitely drinking after the fucking, I assume. And who said anything about a fair fight? [Klaus feels like the novelty and newness of getting fucked is definitely going to help him a little with this, but is definitely willing to see how serious this is.]
[Nobunaga just starts making an elaborate blanket fort like a professional. To be fair, he has done pro war tents after all, and strips down, all tackling Klaus, setting the alcohol into the cup holders.] Fuck I'm already throbbing.
At the same time, then. [Not that they think they are fully capable of drinking and fucking at the same time without casualties.]
[Klaus is doing their best to avoid suit on floor 2.0, which mostly works. Because Nobunaga is a little less armored up, but still…so he’s just down to the shirt underneath his suit jacket (which is more of a t-shirt than anything else) and his underwear before he gets tackled. There’s a light ‘oof’ as his back hits the floor.]
A problem? [Just shimmying out of their underwear. Nothing to see here. Except that they are also already turned on. God.] Need help with the lube, babe? [As if they’re not already opening it.]
Yes, please. [Just kisses Klaus' face down and throat with a happy rumbling purr.] Fuck you smell... so damn good. That's -- I don't know. Something. [Happy hum and more kisses, massaging his fingers all over Klaus chest and quickly taking Klaus' member in both hands before trying to find the lube.] You get me, I'll get you. Metaphorically and literally. [SO HAPPY. No chill, but very very happy.]
[Klaus is momentarily distracted by the kisses.] Soap. If I had my cologne, you’d be so done. [There’s a moan at the feeling of Nobunaga’s hand on him. They just quickly get enough lube to prep their boyfriend before handing it over.]
Y-you’re so weird sometimes. [They’re starting with one finger again, working up to two fingers and definitely on purpose letting their fingers hit against his prostate.]
It's more than just soap. Wedding food and sugar. And... [Sex? Sex. Definitely sex. But he can't just SAY Klaus smells like sex. Well, he could. It's Nobunaga, after all, but even Nobunaga doesn't want to.] Danger and romance and love. I want it all over me. [So sex basically.]
You love it. [Nobunaga tries to lube up Klaus' dick, but stills completely, then arches into him with a low keeping whine begging for more as he's pressed.] Fuck, fuck that... [He needs to breathe. Definitely needs to breathe.] Again. [A low demanding growl, half daring Klaus NOT to, because then Nobunaga could think at least and plan.]
[Klaus definitely wouldn't have argued with being told he smelled like sex. It's probably not wrong.] Think I can do that for you. Probably. [They're about to fuck, so that's probably going to happen.]
I do. [Oh, but the point is to make each other beg and see who breaks first and so they do do it again. They want him to be a whimpering mess by the end of this.] It'll be better once you sit on my dick. But one day I'll get you off with just my fingers.
[Clearly Nobunaga is definitely going to lose at this rate, because he's already a mess, and he didn't think his brain COULD short circuit anymore but he's not completely surprised either, given how Klaus always seems to have that effect on him. Just the mental image, the sound of Klaus' voice, he'd said before that alone was enough to do Nobunaga in, and even with the lure of competition at play, Nobunaga's stubbornness is forced to war with his addiction to Klaus and how quickly his heart controlling his brain and body get overloaded with desire.]
Hahhhh... [Blushing again, and already panting even without riding Klaus yet?! That bodes well...]
[He might not be begging or coming instantly, but he's dangerously close. Nobunaga just focuses all of his attention on lubing Klaus' dick, even though his own voice is clearly panting, and his face is too damn hot.] Don't think I'm that easy. [Yes, he is.]
[Klaus feels fairly confident in themselves, the blush and the panting being proof that they are currently winning. Only then Nobunaga's actually focusing on his dick and Klaus' breath hitches and his hips jerk up, fingers stilling.]
Shit. [There's a breathy laugh.] Want to bet? [He doesn't want to test it today though because he wants his boyfriend to ride him again.] Next time...I'll show you.
Yes... [Laughs, still panting, and just rolls with Klaus' fingers, quickly deciding he'd rather a little pain than continue with being slow, and moving to align himself, gulping hard.] I don't doubt your prowess, however. [Because it would almost definitely be easier for Nobunaga to hold out if it's just Klaus' fingers, but at the same time, that much easier for Klaus too.]
[He slides down slowly, his head lolling back again, with a keening whine, and he has to throw himself forward onto Klaus, chest to chest, panting in Klaus' ear, and biting his shoulder to stifle more whining.]
You make me want to be hard for you. [He can barely move at first. Maybe he rushed it after all, or maybe it's just the angle, but slowly he starts moving, sliding down on Klaus eagerly, and growling through his teeth with a million kinds of exertion in an effort not to do himself in first!]
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I love biting.
I don't want to be a vampire. Vampires suck. [GET IT?!] They're all weird creepy nobles who have to eat untouchables, and organize weirdo contracts to control people like animals. Fuck that. Gross.
Demons > werewolves > vampires.
Besides, Demons eat souls too, so it's fine. Even if Valdis insists she's not really a demon, it's probably on the same level as me. [It is definitely more than him.]
Yes, I'm right outside. I'm cosplaying as a blanket bahamanal.
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i dunno. i met someone once who was chill
maybe only some of them are terrible
you’re such a dork
[Don’t mind them. Just casually sneaking up behind him and wrapping his arms around him. ] What’s up, baby Bahamanal.
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Rawr! I'm gonna eat you!
[Maybe he is a dork.]
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[Just gonna nudge him inside now.] I got the essentials. [The essentials are lube and alcohol.]
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Good, let's go. Do you want to be more in the middle or back? Of the theater.
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[There's a small squint of thought] Probably the middle. Just give ourselves plenty of seats around us?
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Good plan. Somewhat camouflage.
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You still wanting to ride me or did you change your mind about anything?
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I won't be quiet though, I don't hold back. [This dumbass.]
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[This makes him laugh.] If I was worried, I’d have brought a sock to shove in your mouth.
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Shit... [A small laugh, and he speeds up down the aisle.] It's a good thing we didn't do anything at the wedding after all. Just you being near me is like a heady drug. Already I can see in my head what you'll look like, shirt half undone, hair blown back, legs splayed for me... [BITES A BLANKET AND WHINES.] You'd think I hadn't seen you for weeks rather than we've barely been apart an hour or two.
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[Maybe Klaus has a bad habit of seeing a competition and being incapable of resisting it.]
If we’re ever apart for weeks, you’re in trouble, buddy. Cause I’ll win that without even trying.
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[Literally Nobunaga too, so competitive about EVERYTHING, to a problematic level... so... it's fine. This is a better outlet for it, definitely. They're fine.]
[And Nobunaga arches an eyebrow, dragging Klaus into the seats with him.] Let's do it. Right now. Who can last the longest without a jade stem. Who will beg the most, the loudest. And no talk of fighting fair, there will be no fighting fair in this.
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[Oh, so they’re doing this now? Heeee probably should have seen that coming, but he’s also not about to say no now that the challenge has been put up.]
So we’re definitely drinking after the fucking, I assume. And who said anything about a fair fight? [Klaus feels like the novelty and newness of getting fucked is definitely going to help him a little with this, but is definitely willing to see how serious this is.]
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Or at the same time.
[Nobunaga just starts making an elaborate blanket fort like a professional. To be fair, he has done pro war tents after all, and strips down, all tackling Klaus, setting the alcohol into the cup holders.] Fuck I'm already throbbing.
[He is totally going to win this edging, yes.]
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[Klaus is doing their best to avoid suit on floor 2.0, which mostly works. Because Nobunaga is a little less armored up, but still…so he’s just down to the shirt underneath his suit jacket (which is more of a t-shirt than anything else) and his underwear before he gets tackled. There’s a light ‘oof’ as his back hits the floor.]
A problem? [Just shimmying out of their underwear. Nothing to see here. Except that they are also already turned on. God.] Need help with the lube, babe? [As if they’re not already opening it.]
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Y-you’re so weird sometimes. [They’re starting with one finger again, working up to two fingers and definitely on purpose letting their fingers hit against his prostate.]
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You love it. [Nobunaga tries to lube up Klaus' dick, but stills completely, then arches into him with a low keeping whine begging for more as he's pressed.] Fuck, fuck that... [He needs to breathe. Definitely needs to breathe.] Again. [A low demanding growl, half daring Klaus NOT to, because then Nobunaga could think at least and plan.]
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I do. [Oh, but the point is to make each other beg and see who breaks first and so they do do it again. They want him to be a whimpering mess by the end of this.] It'll be better once you sit on my dick. But one day I'll get you off with just my fingers.
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[Clearly Nobunaga is definitely going to lose at this rate, because he's already a mess, and he didn't think his brain COULD short circuit anymore but he's not completely surprised either, given how Klaus always seems to have that effect on him. Just the mental image, the sound of Klaus' voice, he'd said before that alone was enough to do Nobunaga in, and even with the lure of competition at play, Nobunaga's stubbornness is forced to war with his addiction to Klaus and how quickly his heart controlling his brain and body get overloaded with desire.]
Hahhhh... [Blushing again, and already panting even without riding Klaus yet?! That bodes well...]
[He might not be begging or coming instantly, but he's dangerously close. Nobunaga just focuses all of his attention on lubing Klaus' dick, even though his own voice is clearly panting, and his face is too damn hot.] Don't think I'm that easy. [Yes, he is.]
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Shit. [There's a breathy laugh.] Want to bet? [He doesn't want to test it today though because he wants his boyfriend to ride him again.] Next time...I'll show you.
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[He slides down slowly, his head lolling back again, with a keening whine, and he has to throw himself forward onto Klaus, chest to chest, panting in Klaus' ear, and biting his shoulder to stifle more whining.]
You make me want to be hard for you. [He can barely move at first. Maybe he rushed it after all, or maybe it's just the angle, but slowly he starts moving, sliding down on Klaus eagerly, and growling through his teeth with a million kinds of exertion in an effort not to do himself in first!]
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