[ all ramuda can think when lobelia's teeth find his neck is finally. it's probably not what he should be thinking but oh well—he expects the pain from a touch like this which just means he sinks into it readily, moaning a little as he does. ]
I think you tempted me first. You've finally bitten me and all I can think of is why you waited so long to do so~. [ his fingers find their way into lobelia's hair, gentle caresses at odds with the bite of teeth. it's all encouragement, including the way he tilts his neck to provide more access: mark him up as much as you like, it's what he wants. ]
[Hey, it's not like Lobelia would have a different reaction to being bitten by Ramuda. He's only fortunate that the pain doesn't scare Ramuda off... rather, it propels him closer, doesn't it?
But Ramuda will learn the consequences of enabling Lobelia when he can barely turn his neck after this. He bites him again just beneath the curve of his jaw where it meets his ear. His words are a whisper against his skin.]
Hm? And just how long have you been wanting this from me? It's not nice to keep secrets, you know.
[ it's okay he will be rocking cute turtlenecks all week and nala would do him a solid in strip anyway so he has no regrets!
ahhh, but the skin there is sensitive so he does gasp as his teeth sink into him, but there's definite euphoria in the sound too. he's really not a masochist but he is in a mood; plus it takes all kind of flavors to accentuate sweetness, doesn't it? ]
Hehe, weren't you the one who said I was a demon? But... [ speaking whisper soft as you bite him is it's own type of sin. ]
What if I wanted more than this? Would you give it to me? [ a question for a question because ramuda is himself. his fingertips continue to thread through lobelia's hair, fingernails gently plucking at his scalp. ]
[Lobelia already knows the answer to Ramuda's question, but where would be the fun in giving it to him right away? Lobelia makes a show of mulling it overβ drumming his fingers on Ramuda's thigh, fussing with an earring. Hm hm hm~]
I would have you ask for it plainly, tout d'abord.
[Again, not because he doesn't get the implication, but because it's more fun to tease Ramuda silly first.]
Or would you quail at the thought? You're quite sensitive, non? And perhaps just as easily embarrassed.
[ wow! teasing him like this...ramuda really doesn't mind, if anything, his eyes seem brighter than usual. he leans back on lobelia's desk fully, like he belongs there. ]
Awwww, are you teasing me? That isn't very nice either! [ he purses his lips in a pout, playing up his end. ] It's either that or I really need to sing you a song of mine.....
[ ramuda amemura, who without fail always has overt sexual connotations in all of his solos which is saying something for japanese standards of promiscuity. so of course: ]
I want you to fuck me. Or should I say...Encule-moi~.
[ this is something he already knew how to say, because he is himself and it's important to learn certain phrases first ♥. ]
[Ramuda knows the most important French phrases, and that alone earns him the curve of Lobelia's grin. He did tell him to ask plainly, and Ramuda has. No shame. No hesitation. No recoil. Precisely as it should be.
Lobelia looms over him like a storm about to break, drawing his hands along the shape of Ramuda's waist before sliding beneath his top, slow and deliberate, lifting fabric inch by inch as if unwrapping something fragile and beloved.]
Comme vous le souhaitez... But you do grasp, mon cΕur, that nothing will soften the pain. What you feel now will only deepen. It will hollow you out beautifully.
[A disclosure, not a warning. Ramuda wishes to be undone, so Lobelia will oblige, mouth tracing the line of his throat, the curve of his chest, the dip of his stomach, each kiss a promise to ruin him thoroughly.]
[ given that his style true to his entire shibuya aesthetic, is oversized fits, lobelia has a lot of room when he dips his hand under his top to feel around. his body is exactly as you would expect, small, slender; skin milky and soft. ramuda shifts as he does, mostly encouragement though some of it is a response to the biting trail his fingers leave. not that it would dissuade him at this point, nor will the deeper more painful touches.
he still huffs out a little laugh, some endorphins to go along with the mess of everything right now. it's a beautiful mess though, lovely and chaotic in a way that ramuda wants to hold close; his arms wrap around lobelia's shoulders as best he can in a non-verbal answer at the kisses. ]
Haha...but how could I be hollow if you're going to fill me?
[That's a question he lets linger as he presses kisses to the insides of Ramuda's thighsβ still clothed, of course, because he delights in teasing him. The pain will bloom through the fabric all the same. Maybe he's taking his time because that's simply Lobelia's way... or maybe he's that determined to make Ramuda beg. Either is equally likely.]
We can't stay entwined forever. I must give you a reason to miss me, non? something to yearn for.
Mnmmn~ [ okay, okay, he won't try to quiet himself anymore since that's what lobelia seems to want. besides, those kisses really are something with the way they're both teasing and painful. ]
That just makes it sound like you're going to carve a hole in me only for you. [ a sigh, breathy. ]
And then I'll need to ask for you, over and over again βͺ. [ is that what he wants? judging by the way his body is responding, ramuda doesn't seem to mind. ]
Be careful what you wish for, Cher. Meting out destruction comes easy to me.
[So much so that he's intentionally soft with Ramudaβ as much as this buzzing, incessant pain allows him to be. This man lives with all the self-destructive tendencies of someone with nothing left to lose... but that isn't true anymore, is it? What will it take to make Ramuda realize that?
Lobelia eases back just enough to give Ramuda some room to honor his next requestβ]
[ ramuda has nothing left to lose and everything left to lose; it's these two hypocritical beliefs that drive him. he cared about the dirty dawg deeply, more deeply than he ever meant to, that when the order finally came down to drive them all apart, ramuda felt his heart quiver. he shouldn't have gotten close to them but he did anyway, he shouldn't have left jakurai into his heart only for him to reject him. he spent every day with them like he had nothing to lose, all the while knowing that his time with them was the most precious thing he had since he gained consciousness.
...he isn't thinking about them right now. right now he's only thinking about the man before him who speaks to him in a melody that only they can hear. this is dangerous in so many ways, but this is what living is to him. if he can die at any moment then why not risk losing himself? he beckons death but he's terrified of it, but if he's not feeling is he really alive? he won't find his true smile any other way. ]
Hmmm.... [ ramuda's been marked before, consensual or otherwise. but never once has anyone given him any real choice in the matter.
he lets his arms drop to his sides so he can pull down the fabric of his pants some. far enough to reveal his right hip. yes here will do; no one else will see it unless he wants them to. his fingers tap across his skin there, like he's playing keys on a piano. ]
Here β~. But you better still fuck me after.
[ this is insane, he knows. but he also won't be denied. ]
[He tells himself he should think better of leaving a visible mark on Ramuda, but sometimes good intentions lose to impulse. Electricity snaps across his tongue just before impactβ then the pain blooms, sharp and exquisite, as his teeth break the skin on Ramuda's hip and sink in. Blood beads up and spills over.
Nothing that won't heal in due time, of course, but perhaps it will scar prettily. Give Ramuda something to notice in the mirror, to remember him by. Lobelia has always believed the best gifts are the permanent ones, the visceral ones.]
Malheureusement, I have nothing on hand to make this less fricative.
[In other words: no lube. They'll both regret this in their own ways, but it hardly matters. Lobelia has never feared a little lingering pain, and he doubts Ramuda does either. Still, he won't be entertaining any complaints later if Ramuda can't walk in a straight line without folding in half.
In either case, his fingers latch into the waistband of Ramuda's pants, his underwear, poised to tug them off and away.]
[ aah, that's—a bit more than he was expecting, and ramuda does cry out, squirming a little on reflex. but he did ask for this (why? even he doesn't know, as lost in the moment as he is). but he breathes out, a sigh turning into a smile that's as warm as the blood dripping down his broken skin, warm enough to reach his cheeks if lobelia looks close enough. ramuda isn't anywhere near shy, but even he gets caught off guard sometimes. it makes his heart race in anticipation and happiness.
(it will scar and be a visceral reminder on the otherside of the choices he made without thinking, and how he lost both his heart and head in them.) ]
Mmmn, that just means I'll feel you for longer~. [ ramuda will lift his hips to help in tugging his bottoms off, his cozy oversized wear making at least this part easy. his underwear is adorable also, because of course it is. he is also very aroused, but lobelia knew this already, didn't he? ]
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I think you tempted me first. You've finally bitten me and all I can think of is why you waited so long to do so~. [ his fingers find their way into lobelia's hair, gentle caresses at odds with the bite of teeth. it's all encouragement, including the way he tilts his neck to provide more access: mark him up as much as you like, it's what he wants. ]
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But Ramuda will learn the consequences of enabling Lobelia when he can barely turn his neck after this. He bites him again just beneath the curve of his jaw where it meets his ear. His words are a whisper against his skin.]
Hm? And just how long have you been wanting this from me? It's not nice to keep secrets, you know.
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ahhh, but the skin there is sensitive so he does gasp as his teeth sink into him, but there's definite euphoria in the sound too. he's really not a masochist but he is in a mood; plus it takes all kind of flavors to accentuate sweetness, doesn't it? ]
Hehe, weren't you the one who said I was a demon? But... [ speaking whisper soft as you bite him is it's own type of sin. ]
What if I wanted more than this? Would you give it to me? [ a question for a question because ramuda is himself. his fingertips continue to thread through lobelia's hair, fingernails gently plucking at his scalp. ]
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[Lobelia already knows the answer to Ramuda's question, but where would be the fun in giving it to him right away? Lobelia makes a show of mulling it overβ drumming his fingers on Ramuda's thigh, fussing with an earring. Hm hm hm~]
I would have you ask for it plainly, tout d'abord.
[Again, not because he doesn't get the implication, but because it's more fun to tease Ramuda silly first.]
Or would you quail at the thought? You're quite sensitive, non? And perhaps just as easily embarrassed.
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Awwww, are you teasing me? That isn't very nice either! [ he purses his lips in a pout, playing up his end. ] It's either that or I really need to sing you a song of mine.....
[ ramuda amemura, who without fail always has overt sexual connotations in all of his solos which is saying something for japanese standards of promiscuity. so of course: ]
I want you to fuck me. Or should I say...Encule-moi~.
[ this is something he already knew how to say, because he is himself and it's important to learn certain phrases first ♥. ]
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Lobelia looms over him like a storm about to break, drawing his hands along the shape of Ramuda's waist before sliding beneath his top, slow and deliberate, lifting fabric inch by inch as if unwrapping something fragile and beloved.]
Comme vous le souhaitez... But you do grasp, mon cΕur, that nothing will soften the pain. What you feel now will only deepen. It will hollow you out beautifully.
[A disclosure, not a warning. Ramuda wishes to be undone, so Lobelia will oblige, mouth tracing the line of his throat, the curve of his chest, the dip of his stomach, each kiss a promise to ruin him thoroughly.]
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he still huffs out a little laugh, some endorphins to go along with the mess of everything right now. it's a beautiful mess though, lovely and chaotic in a way that ramuda wants to hold close; his arms wrap around lobelia's shoulders as best he can in a non-verbal answer at the kisses. ]
Haha...but how could I be hollow if you're going to fill me?
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[That's a question he lets linger as he presses kisses to the insides of Ramuda's thighsβ still clothed, of course, because he delights in teasing him. The pain will bloom through the fabric all the same. Maybe he's taking his time because that's simply Lobelia's way... or maybe he's that determined to make Ramuda beg. Either is equally likely.]
We can't stay entwined forever. I must give you a reason to miss me, non? something to yearn for.
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That just makes it sound like you're going to carve a hole in me only for you. [ a sigh, breathy. ]
And then I'll need to ask for you, over and over again βͺ. [ is that what he wants? judging by the way his body is responding, ramuda doesn't seem to mind. ]
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[So much so that he's intentionally soft with Ramudaβ as much as this buzzing, incessant pain allows him to be. This man lives with all the self-destructive tendencies of someone with nothing left to lose... but that isn't true anymore, is it? What will it take to make Ramuda realize that?
Lobelia eases back just enough to give Ramuda some room to honor his next requestβ]
Show me where you want that hole carved into you.
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...he isn't thinking about them right now. right now he's only thinking about the man before him who speaks to him in a melody that only they can hear. this is dangerous in so many ways, but this is what living is to him. if he can die at any moment then why not risk losing himself? he beckons death but he's terrified of it, but if he's not feeling is he really alive? he won't find his true smile any other way. ]
Hmmm.... [ ramuda's been marked before, consensual or otherwise. but never once has anyone given him any real choice in the matter.
he lets his arms drop to his sides so he can pull down the fabric of his pants some. far enough to reveal his right hip. yes here will do; no one else will see it unless he wants them to. his fingers tap across his skin there, like he's playing keys on a piano. ]
Here β~. But you better still fuck me after.
[ this is insane, he knows. but he also won't be denied. ]
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[He tells himself he should think better of leaving a visible mark on Ramuda, but sometimes good intentions lose to impulse. Electricity snaps across his tongue just before impactβ then the pain blooms, sharp and exquisite, as his teeth break the skin on Ramuda's hip and sink in. Blood beads up and spills over.
Nothing that won't heal in due time, of course, but perhaps it will scar prettily. Give Ramuda something to notice in the mirror, to remember him by. Lobelia has always believed the best gifts are the permanent ones, the visceral ones.]
Malheureusement, I have nothing on hand to make this less fricative.
[In other words: no lube. They'll both regret this in their own ways, but it hardly matters. Lobelia has never feared a little lingering pain, and he doubts Ramuda does either. Still, he won't be entertaining any complaints later if Ramuda can't walk in a straight line without folding in half.
In either case, his fingers latch into the waistband of Ramuda's pants, his underwear, poised to tug them off and away.]
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(it will scar and be a visceral reminder on the otherside of the choices he made without thinking, and how he lost both his heart and head in them.) ]
Mmmn, that just means I'll feel you for longer~. [ ramuda will lift his hips to help in tugging his bottoms off, his cozy oversized wear making at least this part easy. his underwear is adorable also, because of course it is. he is also very aroused, but lobelia knew this already, didn't he? ]