[Having a crush on your mentor was always a terrible idea, never mind that said mentor is barely older than him. Okkotsu had been the one to save him when he first realized he could see curses, having come at the right time just as he was about to be consumed.
Learning how to manipulate his cursed energy was a feat in itself. He had too much anger and grief, the negative emotions making it dangerous, but Okkotsu had helped him temper it. A cursed technique that allowed him to wrap himself in cursed energy in the shape of a humanoid wolf, boosting his speed, defense and strength for a limited period of time.
Okkotsu knew loss, having been in love with a girl named Rika once. Helped him deal with his own, after those cursed spirits had killed someone important to him in front of his eyes.
It was a bit hard not to develop feelings at that point. Something he couldn't admit, not when he thinks Okkotsu is still in love with his old flame (Yamato had not known what to expect when he saw Rika, but everyone has their own tastes), and knowing the kind of work they did.
Still, it was a bad idea. Especially now, when he was doubled over and gasping, his cursed technique dispelling as his chest felt like it was squeezing tightly. When they had said that curses were born from negative emotions, he had thought of anger, sadness or malicious ideas. It didn't occur to him that it could be something more... Well, indecent. Embarrassing. Like lust, amplified by his utter denial of it.
A cursed spirit that drives a person insane the longer they don't give into their desires, until it kills them. It was the reason for the uptick of disturbing cases they were investigating, and Yamato had been careless.]
Okkot-- [He starts to warn him, or tell him not to worry, but his body heats up and he feels lightheaded, still not skilled enough to manipulate his energy to shove out the foreign invasion.]
[ it was supposed to be a quick and easy mission β at least that's what Gojo-sensei proclaimed after seeing Yamato and Yuta off on their way to KabukichΕ, the infamous red light district at Shinjuku. there had been a growing number of issues happening around the love hotel areas, cases where people were dying from being unable to quench their thirst for sex.
Yamato is still a first year so he's not at the stage where he can be sent off alone yet, especially on a mission as risque as this. So Yuta has been assigned to support him as a mentor and guide, a role he's more than happy to take on because Yamato is someone Yuta has grown quite fond of. Ishida Yamato may seem closed off and cold at first, but deep down, he carries a heart of gold. The more time Yuta's spent with him, the more he witnesses instances of Yamato's kindness β
Which is why Yuta feels extremely devastated when the cursed spirit manages to get close enough to Yamato and activate whatever negative emotions the younger boy is harboring, enough to turn him so weak that he can barely stand on his own. What happens after that is somewhat of a blur, with Yuta immediately rushing to the scene and vanquishing the cursed spirit with one single swing of his sword. But it seems like Yuta's too late...
Yuta rushes to Yamato's side the moment his name is being called, holding him up by his side with a hand gripping his waist as he helps Yamato towards the hotel room's chair. ]
How are you feeling? Do you think you can make it back to school with me?
[He grits his teeth as that obvious lie backfires, his body wracking in pain as he leans too much into Okkotsu's space. The contact, despite his vehement rejection of the curse, soothes him far more than he expected.
His own weapon drops to the ground as he instinctively buries his face against Okkotsu's neck, hands greedily grasping at his loose shirt as he presses up against him. The chair gets kicked instead, even as Yamato breathes hard, still fighting the curse.
Damn it, he will never live this down if Okkotsu figures out just why the curse was affecting him so much.]
Let's-- just go back already. Can't-- Can you reverse this?
[ Yuta feels genuinely guilty when Yamato moves in close and exhibits how much pain he's in β someone who is usually so good at holding it together makes it even more painful to watch. As much as the older man wants to reverse whatever curse that demonic spirit had left upon the younger man, the curse isn't a tangible thing that Yuta can just magic away. Unlike an open wound or being poisoned, that cursed spirit marked Yamato with something that is irreversible against Yuta's level of reverse cursed skill.
There is only one thing that can be done, but Yuta isn't sure if he's the right person to be doing this... ]
I can't reverse this. I'm so sorry.
[ he whispers remorsefully, keeping a hold of the slighter boy in his arms as Yuta thinks of what else he can do β there has to be another way. ]
I can feel you growing weaker. I don't... I'm not sure if we'll be able to make it back in time. Please, Yamato, tell me what I can do to help.
[Of all the ways he could die-- this was definitely not how he expected it. It was somewhere between utterly humiliating and annoying, especially because he's been working so hard to make sure to keep his feelings at bay to avoid troubling Yuta. Yuta had been nothing but kind since he met him, and without him, he wouldn't have known how to protect Takeru all this time.
However, if he dies here because of this kind of pathetic curse, it's even worse.]
Don't ask so earnestly. It's--
[Mortifying.]
... Y-you know how this curse works, right?
[A curse that gets stronger the longer it sticks around, that feeds on one's innate desires. The longer they hold back, the worst it gets. Eventually, the lose their sanity and control, and either survive after fulfilling their desire or die because they couldn't. The district was one that was an easy target, because there were many brothels and sex shops, but...
Yamato half-considers just accepting death. Especially when he realizes that in the process of thinking, he's been tugging at Yuta's clothes less in pain and more like he was trying to rip them off him. He had nearly bitten him after saying the words, but manages to grit his teeth at the last second, only his lips pressing against Yuta's jaw.
[ Yuta does know how this curse works, and it's truly unfortunate that Yamato has to endure doing something he most probably doesn't want to do. surely, it's not Yuta who Yamato would want to even have sex with, but... there is no time to think about a different solution or getting someone else to help them through this. the curse hitting Yamato is Yuta's responsibility and Yuta will have to make sure that his younger friend will come out of this curse alive.
the lips pressing against his jaw almost has Yuta backing away from the sudden action, but when he realizes what Yamato is trying to do, Yuta lets go of any bout of shame and pulls the younger man closer. Yamato can probably feel the way Yuta's skin is slightly cold to the touch β mostly because he lacks proper sleep and doesn't eat very well, but hopefully the skin contact will bring Yamato some form of comfort while Yuta mentally deduces their next move. ]
You can use me however way you want, Yamato. I'm giving you my full consent so please don't hold back or feel guilty.
[ shrugging off his own long sleeved shirt that Yamato has been doing his best to get rid of, the older man then tugs Yamato to lean back against the nearest wall. he tilts his younger friend's chin up before closing the distance between them with a sweet and gentle kiss, a kiss that hopefully signifies how much Yuta is willing to go with Yamato through this, how much he's willing to help. ]
[Those words do make him feel guilty, because he doesn't want to use Yuta. He wanted-- well, he wanted this to be more than that. He doesn't get to protest though, not when Yuta's gone ahead and kissed him. It was gentle, too gentle, almost unbearably so. It was the start of everything he wanted, to have long dates and sweet kisses, to forget about curses for a day and show Yuta how much he appreciates him, even if he'd still been working up the courage to do that.
If it wasn't for the curse, he'd have time to feel bad about that, that it's not real. However, the curse pushes something else to the forefront of his mind. The taste of his lips, the press of them against his, cold but warming up. The feel of Yuta's skin underneath his fingers, not that his shirt is off.
I want him.
In an instant, Yamato's attitude shifts, his eyes glowing for a moment as the curse strengthens before he grabs him by the back of his neck and bites his lower lip, sucking it roughly, wet and desperate and hungry. When he lets go, his tongue presses against Yuta's lips greedily, insistently, as his other hand pulls at his pants, trying to rip it off of him. His cursed energy shifts for a moment, forming a familiar clawed shaped around his hand, ready to rip his clothes off if necessary.]
[ even with his eyes closed, Yuta can feel the power of the curse growing stronger within Yamato as they kiss. he's not ready for what happens next but he does his best to follow through, clearly showing Yamato that he isn't planning on leaving him like this, that he is going to stay with him until the end, and make sure that Yamato comes out of this curse in one piece. with that goal in mind, Yuta parts his lips, allowing Yamato's tongue to meet with his own, pushing down the guilt of how pleasurable it feels to be kissing his younger friend in this unnatural situation. when he takes notice of the claw shaped hand that's poised in the air and ready to strike, Yuta briefly pulls away from the kiss to use his cursed speech. ]
Stop.
[ he murmurs with the intention of getting Yamato to stop himself from accidentally hurting Yuta (or himself). he knows Yamato well enough to consider the guilt his younger friend might feel (more than what he must be feeling right now) if he inflicts any sort of pain towards him. ]
I want you to stay still. Let me be the one to help you.
[ and with that said, Yuta keeps Yamato's hips pinned against the wall as he trails sweet kisses along the column of Yamato's neck. he then pushes his thigh in between Yamato's legs, spreading them apart and purposefully grinding his thigh along Yamato's obvious bulge. ]
[The sound of Yuta's voice seems to have at least helped, and the glowing disappears from Yamato's eyes as his cursed energy settles. Not completely under control, not when the thrumming of it running through his body can be felt by both of them. However, the energy around his hand dissipates, especially when Yuta pushes his thigh between his legs like that.
His breath catches, even as his pupils dilate, the feel of lips on his neck making his heart beat faster. He hadn't been paying attention to what's between his leg until Yuta had slotted himself there, and suddenly he's aware of just how hard he is. It makes the heat creep up his face, even as he tenses up, trying not to squirm away instinctively out of mortification.]
S-sorry, Okkotsu. That's---
[He swallows, his hands twitching, until he looks his grip on his neck, awkwardly resettling it on his shoulder. His eyes flash, and he has to close them to focus on trying to combat the cursed energy-- which, really, translates to him shifting his hips, pushing up against his leg. Finding the words, let alone the right ones, was starting to be a feat when he's doing his best not to just shove Yuta down and--]
[ Yamato's apology is met with a soft hum as Yuta presses more kisses to the side of his neck, all while watching out for every little reaction, trying to figure out which spot feels best for Yamato. although their circumstances are unusual, Yuta thinks it's still important to build up their intimacy before getting right into it since... they've never done anything like this with each other before. Yuta is also taking into consideration the possibility of this being Yamato's first time. however another part of his mind is also struggling not to get too deep into that thought lest it stops him from doing what has to be done. ]
You can call me Yuta.
[ he whispers, moving up once again to seal their lips in a deep kiss. with Yuta initiating more this time, his tongue traces the full bottom of Yamato's lips, seeking entrance. he then moves his thigh towards the push of Yamato's hips, meeting every shift to give the younger man enough pressure to find relief. ]
Go ahead, use my leg.
[ Yuta beckons, further encouraging Yamato's movements by placing his hands on the younger's hips in order to help him rock harder against his thigh. ]
[He groans, definitely mortified now and ready to fight him so he can escape and hide in a corner. He's not a kid anymore, not that angry child who didn't know how to communicate or get along with others, jealous of attention and wanting to be cared for. He's not, yet he melts into the touch as he starts to follow that rhythm, cursed energy erratic, so much so that when the claws appear he digs his hand into the walls instead. It punctures the plaster, even as his eyes glaze over, his other hand pulling Okkotsu back into the kiss.
It was good, it felt amazing, which maybe if his mind wasn't so jacked with desperation to take, take, take, he can slow down and appreciate. Instead, he tastes him eagerly again, Okkotsu's skin starting to feel warmer as his fingers dig into his flesh. At the very least, his cursed energy is focused elsewhere, even if it is causing property damage.
But it wasn't enough.]
Please. Please, I--- Ah, please.
[It was painful to his pride, especially when he was basically humping his leg, but now that he's getting a taste of what he wants, it's like his whole body is on fire, threatening to consume him if he doesn't take everything he wants from Okkotsu. He wonders if that's really possible, if this was going to be enough.]
[ as upsetting as it is to witness Yamato struggling against the curse, Yuta understands his inner conflict. If Yuta were in his place, he would be horrified with himself for being forced to use his friend in such an intimate manner. he wouldn't be able to look at himself the same way again. but since Yuta is on the opposite end of the situation, he wants to alleviate as much of Yamato's guilt as he can, so that their friendship can hopefully remain intact even after all of this is over... ]
Yamato, it's okay. Just let go, it'll hurt less...
[ he murmurs as he encourages more of those desperate kisses, more of that erratic motion of Yamato's hips grinding along his thigh. ]
Would you like to use my mouth?
[ it seems weird to have to ask since Yuta is already on his way to getting on his knees, carefully tugging down Yamato's pants and underwear and leaving it bunched around his skinny ankles. Yuta tries his best not to... react from seeing his younger friend's stiff cock, and instead, takes the length into his hand as he strokes it gently. ]
Don't think, just feel.
[ he instructs in a commanding tone right before taking Yamato into his mouth. ]
[There's a string of extremely colorful curses that leave his mouth, something that never really happens with Yamato, no matter his temper. It leaves him when Okkotsu stops kissing him, when he pulls away to get on his knees, removing the stimulation on his cock. It's hard, painfully so, that he can't even muster the thought of saying 'no' (or, well, anything really) when Okkotsu asks. Especially not when cold air suddenly hits it, followed by cool fingers.
His legs tremble as the plaster cracks even more into the wall, punching small holes now as he gasps, nearly thrusting into Okkotsu's warm mouth. He hadn't even gotten the chance to say anything, even if his mind had no idea why he would even protest this. Okkotsu on his knees, shirtless, with his cock in his mouth, making Yamato's pupils dilate even more until the blue was almost just a ring around it.]
Yuta.
[He breathes out his name, his voice shaky, cursed energy pulsing as he whimpers. It's not enough, not close to it, and he had to slam his other hand into the opposite side, cracking the surface.
He's afraid to touch him right now. He's afraid that once he does, he wouldn't be able to stop, even when the cursed energy sneaks into his system, whispers in his mind to take, take, take until Yamato realizes that he's started to shove his hips forward, trying to get Yuta to move it along.]
[ to say that Yuta is an expert at giving blowjobs would be... a total lie. this is actually the first time he's ever had someone's cock in his mouth. but at least he isn't a complete virgin when it comes to sex. he has some experiences under his belt, which Yamato might have been able to deduce through their kisses, along with how Yuta doesn't immediately shy away from his touch. (or Yamato might not be able to tell since the curse is likely muddling with his mind.) and although Yuta's partners have been girls, he at least knows what it's like to receive a blowjob. he knows enough about what would feel good and what he should avoid doing.
but there isn't that much he can do when Yamato begins fucking into his mouth. although Yuta is unprepared for it, he thankfully doesn't end up full on choking. instead, he focuses on relaxing his throat while he grabs Yamato's hips to somewhat control his movements, setting him at a pace where he can actually breathe while Yamato bucks at his face.
finally, when he's gotten more used to the motion of a cock sliding past his lips, Yuta experiments a little by humming every now and then, and then sucking extra hard on the tip whenever Yamato pulls back. although Yuta is no expert at fellatio, it probably doesn't make any difference to his younger friend since his sensitivity levels are off the charts at the moment.
every now and again, Yuta's gaze turns up to look into Yamato's eyes β taking in how dilated his pupils are and feeling his own heart clench as he recalls how they had gotten into this mess. ]
[To Yamato who has never actually had a blowjob, this might as well be the best thing he's experienced. More so because of who it was doing it for him, despite the reasons. It's hard to completely ignore the curse, not when it goes through his body as though in excitement, pulsing in his veins and whispering in his head about forcing himself down his throat, of pushing him down and having his way with him. The images in his head makes his cheeks heat up even more, that he feels like he resembles a tomato even as words escape him.
He's never been all that chatty in the first place, but it didn't mean he wasn't vocal. Which was a problem, because the gasps that comes out of him are loud, even if he was being restrained enough not to be able to get more of that heat and take over.
He'd appreciate it later, when his mind is less clouded, that Yuta was strong enough to keep Yamato from choking him.
Still, the more Yuta moved, the more Yamato moaned, the cursed energy crackling into his hands as he breaks even more plaster. It's a testament to his control that he hasn't ripped the walls off yet, because he was able to do that with the amount of energy building up in him. Which, of course, doesn't make the curse happy, because he's still holding back.]
Y-Yuta-- Yuta, it's--
[He whines, hips shifting even as tears gather at the corner of his eyes, feeling overwhelmed by the sensation. His guilt ebbing away as the pleasure takes over. This part, he'll probably be unable to look at Yuta later without turning into a tomato, especially when he begs.]
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Learning how to manipulate his cursed energy was a feat in itself. He had too much anger and grief, the negative emotions making it dangerous, but Okkotsu had helped him temper it. A cursed technique that allowed him to wrap himself in cursed energy in the shape of a humanoid wolf, boosting his speed, defense and strength for a limited period of time.
Okkotsu knew loss, having been in love with a girl named Rika once. Helped him deal with his own, after those cursed spirits had killed someone important to him in front of his eyes.
It was a bit hard not to develop feelings at that point. Something he couldn't admit, not when he thinks Okkotsu is still in love with his old flame (Yamato had not known what to expect when he saw Rika, but everyone has their own tastes), and knowing the kind of work they did.
Still, it was a bad idea. Especially now, when he was doubled over and gasping, his cursed technique dispelling as his chest felt like it was squeezing tightly. When they had said that curses were born from negative emotions, he had thought of anger, sadness or malicious ideas. It didn't occur to him that it could be something more... Well, indecent. Embarrassing. Like lust, amplified by his utter denial of it.
A cursed spirit that drives a person insane the longer they don't give into their desires, until it kills them. It was the reason for the uptick of disturbing cases they were investigating, and Yamato had been careless.]
Okkot-- [He starts to warn him, or tell him not to worry, but his body heats up and he feels lightheaded, still not skilled enough to manipulate his energy to shove out the foreign invasion.]
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Yamato is still a first year so he's not at the stage where he can be sent off alone yet, especially on a mission as risque as this. So Yuta has been assigned to support him as a mentor and guide, a role he's more than happy to take on because Yamato is someone Yuta has grown quite fond of. Ishida Yamato may seem closed off and cold at first, but deep down, he carries a heart of gold. The more time Yuta's spent with him, the more he witnesses instances of Yamato's kindness β
Which is why Yuta feels extremely devastated when the cursed spirit manages to get close enough to Yamato and activate whatever negative emotions the younger boy is harboring, enough to turn him so weak that he can barely stand on his own. What happens after that is somewhat of a blur, with Yuta immediately rushing to the scene and vanquishing the cursed spirit with one single swing of his sword. But it seems like Yuta's too late...
Yuta rushes to Yamato's side the moment his name is being called, holding him up by his side with a hand gripping his waist as he helps Yamato towards the hotel room's chair. ]
How are you feeling? Do you think you can make it back to school with me?
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[He grits his teeth as that obvious lie backfires, his body wracking in pain as he leans too much into Okkotsu's space. The contact, despite his vehement rejection of the curse, soothes him far more than he expected.
His own weapon drops to the ground as he instinctively buries his face against Okkotsu's neck, hands greedily grasping at his loose shirt as he presses up against him. The chair gets kicked instead, even as Yamato breathes hard, still fighting the curse.
Damn it, he will never live this down if Okkotsu figures out just why the curse was affecting him so much.]
Let's-- just go back already. Can't-- Can you reverse this?
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There is only one thing that can be done, but Yuta isn't sure if he's the right person to be doing this... ]
I can't reverse this. I'm so sorry.
[ he whispers remorsefully, keeping a hold of the slighter boy in his arms as Yuta thinks of what else he can do β there has to be another way. ]
I can feel you growing weaker. I don't... I'm not sure if we'll be able to make it back in time. Please, Yamato, tell me what I can do to help.
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However, if he dies here because of this kind of pathetic curse, it's even worse.]
Don't ask so earnestly. It's--
[Mortifying.]
... Y-you know how this curse works, right?
[A curse that gets stronger the longer it sticks around, that feeds on one's innate desires. The longer they hold back, the worst it gets. Eventually, the lose their sanity and control, and either survive after fulfilling their desire or die because they couldn't. The district was one that was an easy target, because there were many brothels and sex shops, but...
Yamato half-considers just accepting death. Especially when he realizes that in the process of thinking, he's been tugging at Yuta's clothes less in pain and more like he was trying to rip them off him. He had nearly bitten him after saying the words, but manages to grit his teeth at the last second, only his lips pressing against Yuta's jaw.
Uuuuugh.]
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the lips pressing against his jaw almost has Yuta backing away from the sudden action, but when he realizes what Yamato is trying to do, Yuta lets go of any bout of shame and pulls the younger man closer. Yamato can probably feel the way Yuta's skin is slightly cold to the touch β mostly because he lacks proper sleep and doesn't eat very well, but hopefully the skin contact will bring Yamato some form of comfort while Yuta mentally deduces their next move. ]
You can use me however way you want, Yamato. I'm giving you my full consent so please don't hold back or feel guilty.
[ shrugging off his own long sleeved shirt that Yamato has been doing his best to get rid of, the older man then tugs Yamato to lean back against the nearest wall. he tilts his younger friend's chin up before closing the distance between them with a sweet and gentle kiss, a kiss that hopefully signifies how much Yuta is willing to go with Yamato through this, how much he's willing to help. ]
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If it wasn't for the curse, he'd have time to feel bad about that, that it's not real. However, the curse pushes something else to the forefront of his mind. The taste of his lips, the press of them against his, cold but warming up. The feel of Yuta's skin underneath his fingers, not that his shirt is off.
I want him.
In an instant, Yamato's attitude shifts, his eyes glowing for a moment as the curse strengthens before he grabs him by the back of his neck and bites his lower lip, sucking it roughly, wet and desperate and hungry. When he lets go, his tongue presses against Yuta's lips greedily, insistently, as his other hand pulls at his pants, trying to rip it off of him. His cursed energy shifts for a moment, forming a familiar clawed shaped around his hand, ready to rip his clothes off if necessary.]
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Stop.
[ he murmurs with the intention of getting Yamato to stop himself from accidentally hurting Yuta (or himself). he knows Yamato well enough to consider the guilt his younger friend might feel (more than what he must be feeling right now) if he inflicts any sort of pain towards him. ]
I want you to stay still. Let me be the one to help you.
[ and with that said, Yuta keeps Yamato's hips pinned against the wall as he trails sweet kisses along the column of Yamato's neck. he then pushes his thigh in between Yamato's legs, spreading them apart and purposefully grinding his thigh along Yamato's obvious bulge. ]
I'll take care of you.
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His breath catches, even as his pupils dilate, the feel of lips on his neck making his heart beat faster. He hadn't been paying attention to what's between his leg until Yuta had slotted himself there, and suddenly he's aware of just how hard he is. It makes the heat creep up his face, even as he tenses up, trying not to squirm away instinctively out of mortification.]
S-sorry, Okkotsu. That's---
[He swallows, his hands twitching, until he looks his grip on his neck, awkwardly resettling it on his shoulder. His eyes flash, and he has to close them to focus on trying to combat the cursed energy-- which, really, translates to him shifting his hips, pushing up against his leg. Finding the words, let alone the right ones, was starting to be a feat when he's doing his best not to just shove Yuta down and--]
Please.
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You can call me Yuta.
[ he whispers, moving up once again to seal their lips in a deep kiss. with Yuta initiating more this time, his tongue traces the full bottom of Yamato's lips, seeking entrance. he then moves his thigh towards the push of Yamato's hips, meeting every shift to give the younger man enough pressure to find relief. ]
Go ahead, use my leg.
[ Yuta beckons, further encouraging Yamato's movements by placing his hands on the younger's hips in order to help him rock harder against his thigh. ]
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[He groans, definitely mortified now and ready to fight him so he can escape and hide in a corner. He's not a kid anymore, not that angry child who didn't know how to communicate or get along with others, jealous of attention and wanting to be cared for. He's not, yet he melts into the touch as he starts to follow that rhythm, cursed energy erratic, so much so that when the claws appear he digs his hand into the walls instead. It punctures the plaster, even as his eyes glaze over, his other hand pulling Okkotsu back into the kiss.
It was good, it felt amazing, which maybe if his mind wasn't so jacked with desperation to take, take, take, he can slow down and appreciate. Instead, he tastes him eagerly again, Okkotsu's skin starting to feel warmer as his fingers dig into his flesh. At the very least, his cursed energy is focused elsewhere, even if it is causing property damage.
But it wasn't enough.]
Please. Please, I--- Ah, please.
[It was painful to his pride, especially when he was basically humping his leg, but now that he's getting a taste of what he wants, it's like his whole body is on fire, threatening to consume him if he doesn't take everything he wants from Okkotsu. He wonders if that's really possible, if this was going to be enough.]
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Yamato, it's okay. Just let go, it'll hurt less...
[ he murmurs as he encourages more of those desperate kisses, more of that erratic motion of Yamato's hips grinding along his thigh. ]
Would you like to use my mouth?
[ it seems weird to have to ask since Yuta is already on his way to getting on his knees, carefully tugging down Yamato's pants and underwear and leaving it bunched around his skinny ankles. Yuta tries his best not to... react from seeing his younger friend's stiff cock, and instead, takes the length into his hand as he strokes it gently. ]
Don't think, just feel.
[ he instructs in a commanding tone right before taking Yamato into his mouth. ]
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His legs tremble as the plaster cracks even more into the wall, punching small holes now as he gasps, nearly thrusting into Okkotsu's warm mouth. He hadn't even gotten the chance to say anything, even if his mind had no idea why he would even protest this. Okkotsu on his knees, shirtless, with his cock in his mouth, making Yamato's pupils dilate even more until the blue was almost just a ring around it.]
Yuta.
[He breathes out his name, his voice shaky, cursed energy pulsing as he whimpers. It's not enough, not close to it, and he had to slam his other hand into the opposite side, cracking the surface.
He's afraid to touch him right now. He's afraid that once he does, he wouldn't be able to stop, even when the cursed energy sneaks into his system, whispers in his mind to take, take, take until Yamato realizes that he's started to shove his hips forward, trying to get Yuta to move it along.]
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but there isn't that much he can do when Yamato begins fucking into his mouth. although Yuta is unprepared for it, he thankfully doesn't end up full on choking. instead, he focuses on relaxing his throat while he grabs Yamato's hips to somewhat control his movements, setting him at a pace where he can actually breathe while Yamato bucks at his face.
finally, when he's gotten more used to the motion of a cock sliding past his lips, Yuta experiments a little by humming every now and then, and then sucking extra hard on the tip whenever Yamato pulls back. although Yuta is no expert at fellatio, it probably doesn't make any difference to his younger friend since his sensitivity levels are off the charts at the moment.
every now and again, Yuta's gaze turns up to look into Yamato's eyes β taking in how dilated his pupils are and feeling his own heart clench as he recalls how they had gotten into this mess. ]
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He's never been all that chatty in the first place, but it didn't mean he wasn't vocal. Which was a problem, because the gasps that comes out of him are loud, even if he was being restrained enough not to be able to get more of that heat and take over.
He'd appreciate it later, when his mind is less clouded, that Yuta was strong enough to keep Yamato from choking him.
Still, the more Yuta moved, the more Yamato moaned, the cursed energy crackling into his hands as he breaks even more plaster. It's a testament to his control that he hasn't ripped the walls off yet, because he was able to do that with the amount of energy building up in him. Which, of course, doesn't make the curse happy, because he's still holding back.]
Y-Yuta-- Yuta, it's--
[He whines, hips shifting even as tears gather at the corner of his eyes, feeling overwhelmed by the sensation. His guilt ebbing away as the pleasure takes over. This part, he'll probably be unable to look at Yuta later without turning into a tomato, especially when he begs.]
I want more-- please. It feels good.