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@ask-kicho
Rules
-have in mind that there is a person behind the blog so please stay respectful i'll try my best on my side!
-we are here to have fun so please no conflict or negative stuff in my ask box
-I'm into shipping
-I also rp.
-I can't reply all the time, keep that in mind. I do got a life outside of Tumblr.
-I don't like being toyed with, you're either in or out.
-I'm also into romance or love relationships
Mod: But, Kicho gets flustered easily now.
Kicho: Shut up!
Happy Birthday Kicho!! Please come have a drink with me in the tenshu?
Nobunaga @masamuneskitchen
"I'll come over."
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Nobunaga: *Kicho’s touch invites his own. Yet he is careful not to hinder his lover. Allowing Kicho to take what liberties he desired. The kisses along his throat were tantalizingly sweet. And he would consider begging if it meant keeping those fingers in his hair.*
*his arms encircle Kicho’s waist. Drawing their bodies closer together without hindering Kicho’s kisses along his neck. He caresses his lover’s back. Enjoying the powerful shape of the muscles beneath the fabric of his clothes. Kicho was a work of art. One he would love to collect and keep for himself.*
Kicho… *he murmurs his lovers name like it’s a possession. One to treasure*
*Kicho's kisses continue their downward path, until he's nipping at the hollow of Nobunaga's throat, his teeth scraping lightly against the pulse point. His hands, meanwhile, have begun to slowly unbutton Nobunaga's kimono, nimble fingers making quick work of the fastenings. He pushes the fabric aside impatiently, baring the smooth, muscled chest beneath. Kicho runs his hands over the bare skin, tracing the contours of his lover's body with a possessive touch.* "You're mine…" *He whispers, barely audible, yet the intensity in his voice leaves no room for argument.*
Nobunaga: *The feeling of his lover’s teeth against his skin makes his breath hitch.*
*The loss of those hands in his hair is only a slight disappointment, however. For Kicho begins to free him from his kimono and the warmth of his touch on the exposed skin is just as rewarding. *
*Kicho’s hands were always skilled. Capable and clever. He was a man who earned Nobunaga’s respect over and over again. That the devil king could have earned this man’s loyalty and his love was quite the conquest.*
*The possesive declaration makes him smile and he buries his hands in Kicho’s hair this time. Gently demanding a kiss on the mouth. His own lips caressing his lover’s hungrily.*
I am yours. And you are mine. *He declares firmly*
*Kicho responds immediately, claiming his lover's mouth in a heated kiss. He pulls Nobunaga closer with a possessive grip, his hands roaming over the bare skin of his back as his tongue slides over his lips, demanding entry. He walks them backward until he has Nobunaga pinned against the wall, his lean body pressing against him, and continues the kiss until he is forced to break for air.*
"Mine…" *He repeats, his voice now ragged with desire.* "I'm going to mark you, Nobunaga. Everywhere."
Nobunaga: Then do so. Prove to me that I belong to you. *He purrs enjoying their matching ragged breathes. He eagerly pushes Kicho’s kimono from his shoulders as well. His devoted gaze moving over his prize like a hungry predator.*
*Having quickly caught his breath he leans in to resume their fervent exploration of each other. Biting hard enough to leave marks on that perfect skin. Eager hands exploring Kicho’s chest and abdomen before pulling the other man flush against his own body.*
*The wall behind him gave him leverage to push back. To get closer. To try to occupy the same space as his lover. They allowed their heated passions to battle each other in a dance of ecstasy. Moving together despite being separate. Needing each other almost desperately.*
*Kicho's breath hitches as Nobunaga bites down on his skin, a low moan catching in his throat. His body responds immediately to his lover's touch, arching into the contact and pressing against him with increasing urgency. But despite his obvious desire, Kicho takes his time, letting his hands wander across Nobunaga's body with a deliberate slowness, teasing, tantalizing.*
"Impatient, Nobunaga." *He murmurs, the hint of a smirk playing at the corner of his lips.* "If you keep this up, you won't be able to stand by the end."
Nobunaga: *He catches the sound of that groan and a smirk teases the edge of his lips. He continues to nibble along the ridge of Kicho’s bare shoulder.*
*As his lover shifts to a more leisurely pace he utters a tender hum and follows suit. He is willing to keep pace with his partner. This will be so much more pleasant than pressuring his love to keep pace. He knows any shred of affection from this man is well worth the wait. And Nobunaga can be very patient.*
“You want me on my knees? At your mercy?” *he purrs into Kicho’s ear.* “I would beg you if you desired it. Only you can make me feel this longing.”
“Or did you want to be the conquerer tonight?” *He asks. More than willing to reverse their roles according to Kicho’s whim. He nips playfully at Kicho’s ear. Promising aggression instead of submission if only Kicho so desired.*
*Playful fingers tease Kicho’s navel then slide lower to cup his hip. Gripping him tightly and drawing him oh so pleasantly against Nobunaga’s own body.* “You are temptation itself, my love.”
*Kicho's breath hitches at the feel of Nobunaga's mouth on his neck, the way his lover's lips and teeth mark his skin with possessive heat. He feels himself hardening against Nobunaga's body and he bites back a guttural moan, his hands clenching on the warm skin beneath them. He wants to ravish, to show his lover that it was he who truly held the power. But there is something in Nobunaga's words that makes him pause, his hands stilling for a moment.*
"You would kneel… for me?"
Nobunaga: *he is taking in every breath-every sound-that Kicho makes. He finds great pleasure in the hitch in his breathing and the sounds that promise Nobunaga is successfully summoning the pleasure he desires to give.*
*But nothing begs his attention more than Kicho’s voice. And when he asks the question Nobu is as ready to drown in the pleasure of the sound as he is to answer.*
*He laughs softly releasing Kicho’s hip so he can instead caress the smooth warm skin of his cheek. He can’t help letting his eyes move first to Kicho’s lips then to match Kicho’s gaze,*
“Only for you.” He murmurs. “I kneel for no one. Not even in jest. Yet you have the power to ask me to submit. If you wish for me to kneel as your lover I would.”
*he grips Kicho’s chin, lifting it so he can lean in and kiss his throat then along his jaw. There is no submission in his kisses. Yet he means every word.*
*Kicho's breathing quickens at the thought of Nobunaga on his knees before him. He can almost see it in his mind, the sight of his powerful lover at his mercy, submitting to him, begging for him. It's a vision that stirs a deep, primal part of him, one that craves ownership and control. He leans into the touch of Nobunaga's hand on his cheek, his eyes dark with desire and a hint of surprise at the intensity of his own reaction.*
"Nobunaga…" *He murmurs, his voice hoarse.*
Nobunaga: *His name and moans of pleasure were all he wanted to hear from those lips. His own intensity increased as his hot desire for this man built inside him.*
* He knew Kicho was right. That this fire within him could burn them both out and leave them helpless. Yet he wasn’t afraid of that outcome. Being vulnerable with Kicho wasn’t something to be feared. It was something he would be willing to experience with this incredible man.*
*As their bodies entwined in another wave of passion Nobunaga savored the sense of wonder. Wonder at his good fortune to have Kicho return to him. To gain his love and trust. To be able to have Kicho’s feelings echo this burning desire inside him. They would be one. And Nobunaga couldn’t be more pleased with his partner of choice.*
*Kicho doesn't allow him to finish his thought, crushing their mouths together in a searing kiss. He pulls back just enough to whisper against Nobunaga's lips*, "Kneel for me." *His voice is low, commanding, but there's an undercurrent of something else—desperation, longing. A rare vulnerability he only shows to Nobunaga.*
*He tightens his grip on the other man's chin for a moment before letting go and stepping back slightly. His eyes are molten with desire as they lock onto Nobunaga's.* "Now."
Nobunaga: *That kiss was as commanding as the words that followed. And something inside him twisted with pleasure at seeing this side of his partner. There was no disrespect or play for power here between them. Only a dominance that Nobunaga had always suspected Kicho was capable of.*
*his hand darted up to capture Kicho’s. He turned his head and placed a suddenly tender kiss into his lover’s palm. He held Kicho’s gaze as he bent a knee. His crimson eyes were clear and steady. There was no submission in them. Only curiosity and his usual clever smirk teased his lips as he settled onto the ground before Kicho.*
“My love.” *He stated firmly looking as comfortable as though he were lounging on his dias above the other warlords.*
*Kicho was his equal in this situation. And the love for this man burned in his soul as he looked up at him. Awaiting further requests. Hoping they followed his own desires.*
*Kicho’s breath comes fast now, his pulse roaring in his ears as he looks down at the sight of Nobunaga proud, untouchable Nobunaga on his knees before him. The intensity in those crimson eyes doesn’t waver, but Kicho knows this man is yielding only to him. Only ever to him.*
*A sharp exhale escapes him as he reaches down, fingers threading into Nobunaga’s hair with deliberate possessiveness.* "Look at you," He murmurs, voice rough.* "The Devil King of the Sixth Heaven… submitting."
*His grip tightens just enough to tilt Nobunaga's head back further. His other hand traces the line of his lover's jaw with reverence before sliding down the column of his throat and coming to rest lightly against it not a threat, but a reminder: control is given here. Not taken.*
"Tell me," *He rasps*, "do you regret it yet?"
*Gods those fingers were in his hair again! He wasn’t expecting such a quick reward but he would take it. He managed to suppress a sound of pleasure and instead focused on Kicho’s touch.*
*His face. His throat. Greed. Greed filled him at the thought of feeling those hands on more of his body. But this was about Kicho’s desires. Desires Nobunaga was exceedingly curious about.*
*At Kicho’s question he allowed himself to smirk again. His gaze moving over Kicho’s exposed-and unexposed-flesh as though it belonged to him. Could he regret opening this door to Kicho? When his lover appeared so completely enthralled?*
“Never.” *He stated calmly. The muscles of his throat flexed beneath those powerful fingers.* “I do nothing I will regret. Regret is foolish.”
*His gaze returned to Kicho’s face. Caressing it before colliding with those startling green eyes. He did nothing to prevent Kicho. Instead his gaze seemed inviting. Kicho had his permission to act as he pleased.*
*Kicho's lips part slightly at Nobunaga’s words, a flicker of something almost dangerous, something possessive and feral, flaring in his gaze. The air between them crackles with unspoken power, the push and pull of two men who refuse to truly surrender to anyone… except each other.*
*His thumb brushes the line of Nobunaga’s jaw once more before he tightens his grip in his hair again, pulling just enough to draw a soft sound from him.* "Good," *he murmurs, voice like dark silk.* "Because I have no intention of stopping."
*With that, he leans down and captures Nobunaga's mouth again, not as an equal this time, but as a conqueror. His kiss is deep, devouring, teeth catching briefly on his lover’s lower lip before he pulls away just enough to speak against it*
"Now show me how well you can serve your master."
Nobunaga: *He really does love Kicho’s hands in his hair. He blushes a little when he realizes the sound he made but Kicho has almost full control of his attention and he does not remain embarrassed for long*
*When Kicho kisses him there is a very serious part of him that wants to tackle his love like a tiger springing on it’s prey. the ferocity comes across in his kiss. But he manages to keep the impulse at bay.*
*Kicho is showing his spirited side. And Nobunaga won’t allow himself to get in the way. His lover speaks so passionately and his entire body aches to rush forward and meet the challenge that falls from Kicho’s lips.*
“Speak Kicho. I have no command to follow…. My master.” *His eyes were filled with amusement. But he responded to Kicho willingly*
*Kicho grins at Nobunaga's words. He tightens his grip in his lover's hair, a slight tug and tilts his head back even further. At this angle Kicho towers over him, and he leans down, his lips hovering just out of reach above Nobunaga's*
"You need me to spell it out what I want?" *He murmurs, his voice low and heated* "Or are you going to prove that you are a good boy, my Demon king? Show me how well you can anticipate my desires."
Nobunaga: *The impulse to capture that taunting mouth again is burning him to cinders. But he allows Kicho to remain that temptingly close distance.*
“So you’re too shy to command me?” He chuckles but tender hands caress Kicho’s hips and thighs belying the mocking tone. Drawing him nearer. He purrs, “I will execute your commands…. But if left to my own devices I’m certain I can please us both very well.”
*He leans in and begins to place heated kisses along Kicho’s abdomen. Tongue and teeth tease the sensitive skin around his navel and the gorgeous lines of hips and muscles.*
*The demon king is anything but shy and his hands are soon gripping and exploring Kicho’s thighs. Promising more pleasure if Kicho simply allows him to continue. He could easily get lost in this man. Finding ways to give him pleasure only excites his cleverly creative mind. And the things he can imagine doing to Kicho nearly take over his focus entirely.*
*Kicho doesn't respond, his expression still stoic, but the muscles of his abdomen contract involuntarily under the devil king's ministrations. A subtle reaction, the only sign that he's paying attention, that he is experiencing an effect from the sensations. But his face betrays nothing. His slender hands that had been at his side suddenly lifted Nobunaga's shoulders, not quite pushing him away.*
*He murmurs, his voice as even as ever. "You will exhaust yourself so quickly."*
*Nobunaga chuckles. Responding to the subtle hint that Kicho wants him to wait. Too much too fast is not his lover’s style. And it is the calculating mind that Nobunaga wishes to please and persuade.*
“Don’t worry about me. I have plenty of stamina to do whatever I like with you… master.”
*his fingers tease the exposed skin of Kicho’s waist* “Have you a command for me then?”
*Kicho's jaw twitches ever so slightly, the only outward reaction to Nobunaga's tease. But the fact that he hasn't tried to pull away is an indication that he's not entirely indifferent to the devil king's words.*
*He remains quiet for a moment, contemplating his next move. A few long seconds pass before he finally speaks, his voice soft and low. There's something almost like a challenge in his eyes.*
"Stay quiet. No talking."
*That jaw twitch is so sexy. And he is still close. Close enough to devour. But with Kicho putting on the breaks Nobunaga obeys. He also remains silent. Placing one last kiss to Kicho’s abs before gazing up at him expectantly.*
*Kicho watches Nobunaga, his his head tilting to the side slightly, his lips pursing into a tiny smirk. His sharp hazel eyes are trained on the other, taking in every reaction to his quiet command.*
*He lifts one of his pale slender hands to Nobunaga's jaw, as he gently strokes over the other man's jawline*
"Now, that's better"
*Nobunaga smirks back. Amused by his lover’s amusement. When those fingers lift to his jaw the anticipation of Kicho’s touch is finally fulfilled. His gaze fills with pleasure. But he remains silent. Silent and yet his gaze speaks of his desire for more. Those fingers leave a blazing trail of heat along his jawline. And he longs to kiss those heated fingertips.*
*Kicho can clearly see the desire written all over Nobunaga's face. But he seems content to take his time, his fingers continuing their path, along the devil king's jaw before slowly moving across his throat, slender digits tracing along the lines of his neck*
*He speaks up again, his voice still low and even.* "You like it when I touch you, don't you? Feeling your pulse quicken like that."
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Nobunaga: *Kicho’s touch invites his own. Yet he is careful not to hinder his lover. Allowing Kicho to take what liberties he desired. The kisses along his throat were tantalizingly sweet. And he would consider begging if it meant keeping those fingers in his hair.*
*his arms encircle Kicho’s waist. Drawing their bodies closer together without hindering Kicho’s kisses along his neck. He caresses his lover’s back. Enjoying the powerful shape of the muscles beneath the fabric of his clothes. Kicho was a work of art. One he would love to collect and keep for himself.*
Kicho… *he murmurs his lovers name like it’s a possession. One to treasure*
*Kicho's kisses continue their downward path, until he's nipping at the hollow of Nobunaga's throat, his teeth scraping lightly against the pulse point. His hands, meanwhile, have begun to slowly unbutton Nobunaga's kimono, nimble fingers making quick work of the fastenings. He pushes the fabric aside impatiently, baring the smooth, muscled chest beneath. Kicho runs his hands over the bare skin, tracing the contours of his lover's body with a possessive touch.* "You're mine…" *He whispers, barely audible, yet the intensity in his voice leaves no room for argument.*
Nobunaga: *The feeling of his lover’s teeth against his skin makes his breath hitch.*
*The loss of those hands in his hair is only a slight disappointment, however. For Kicho begins to free him from his kimono and the warmth of his touch on the exposed skin is just as rewarding. *
*Kicho’s hands were always skilled. Capable and clever. He was a man who earned Nobunaga’s respect over and over again. That the devil king could have earned this man’s loyalty and his love was quite the conquest.*
*The possesive declaration makes him smile and he buries his hands in Kicho’s hair this time. Gently demanding a kiss on the mouth. His own lips caressing his lover’s hungrily.*
I am yours. And you are mine. *He declares firmly*
*Kicho responds immediately, claiming his lover's mouth in a heated kiss. He pulls Nobunaga closer with a possessive grip, his hands roaming over the bare skin of his back as his tongue slides over his lips, demanding entry. He walks them backward until he has Nobunaga pinned against the wall, his lean body pressing against him, and continues the kiss until he is forced to break for air.*
"Mine…" *He repeats, his voice now ragged with desire.* "I'm going to mark you, Nobunaga. Everywhere."
Nobunaga: Then do so. Prove to me that I belong to you. *He purrs enjoying their matching ragged breathes. He eagerly pushes Kicho’s kimono from his shoulders as well. His devoted gaze moving over his prize like a hungry predator.*
*Having quickly caught his breath he leans in to resume their fervent exploration of each other. Biting hard enough to leave marks on that perfect skin. Eager hands exploring Kicho’s chest and abdomen before pulling the other man flush against his own body.*
*The wall behind him gave him leverage to push back. To get closer. To try to occupy the same space as his lover. They allowed their heated passions to battle each other in a dance of ecstasy. Moving together despite being separate. Needing each other almost desperately.*
*Kicho's breath hitches as Nobunaga bites down on his skin, a low moan catching in his throat. His body responds immediately to his lover's touch, arching into the contact and pressing against him with increasing urgency. But despite his obvious desire, Kicho takes his time, letting his hands wander across Nobunaga's body with a deliberate slowness, teasing, tantalizing.*
"Impatient, Nobunaga." *He murmurs, the hint of a smirk playing at the corner of his lips.* "If you keep this up, you won't be able to stand by the end."
Nobunaga: *He catches the sound of that groan and a smirk teases the edge of his lips. He continues to nibble along the ridge of Kicho’s bare shoulder.*
*As his lover shifts to a more leisurely pace he utters a tender hum and follows suit. He is willing to keep pace with his partner. This will be so much more pleasant than pressuring his love to keep pace. He knows any shred of affection from this man is well worth the wait. And Nobunaga can be very patient.*
“You want me on my knees? At your mercy?” *he purrs into Kicho’s ear.* “I would beg you if you desired it. Only you can make me feel this longing.”
“Or did you want to be the conquerer tonight?” *He asks. More than willing to reverse their roles according to Kicho’s whim. He nips playfully at Kicho’s ear. Promising aggression instead of submission if only Kicho so desired.*
*Playful fingers tease Kicho’s navel then slide lower to cup his hip. Gripping him tightly and drawing him oh so pleasantly against Nobunaga’s own body.* “You are temptation itself, my love.”
*Kicho's breath hitches at the feel of Nobunaga's mouth on his neck, the way his lover's lips and teeth mark his skin with possessive heat. He feels himself hardening against Nobunaga's body and he bites back a guttural moan, his hands clenching on the warm skin beneath them. He wants to ravish, to show his lover that it was he who truly held the power. But there is something in Nobunaga's words that makes him pause, his hands stilling for a moment.*
"You would kneel… for me?"
Nobunaga: *he is taking in every breath-every sound-that Kicho makes. He finds great pleasure in the hitch in his breathing and the sounds that promise Nobunaga is successfully summoning the pleasure he desires to give.*
*But nothing begs his attention more than Kicho’s voice. And when he asks the question Nobu is as ready to drown in the pleasure of the sound as he is to answer.*
*He laughs softly releasing Kicho’s hip so he can instead caress the smooth warm skin of his cheek. He can’t help letting his eyes move first to Kicho’s lips then to match Kicho’s gaze,*
“Only for you.” He murmurs. “I kneel for no one. Not even in jest. Yet you have the power to ask me to submit. If you wish for me to kneel as your lover I would.”
*he grips Kicho’s chin, lifting it so he can lean in and kiss his throat then along his jaw. There is no submission in his kisses. Yet he means every word.*
*Kicho's breathing quickens at the thought of Nobunaga on his knees before him. He can almost see it in his mind, the sight of his powerful lover at his mercy, submitting to him, begging for him. It's a vision that stirs a deep, primal part of him, one that craves ownership and control. He leans into the touch of Nobunaga's hand on his cheek, his eyes dark with desire and a hint of surprise at the intensity of his own reaction.*
"Nobunaga…" *He murmurs, his voice hoarse.*
Nobunaga: *His name and moans of pleasure were all he wanted to hear from those lips. His own intensity increased as his hot desire for this man built inside him.*
* He knew Kicho was right. That this fire within him could burn them both out and leave them helpless. Yet he wasn’t afraid of that outcome. Being vulnerable with Kicho wasn’t something to be feared. It was something he would be willing to experience with this incredible man.*
*As their bodies entwined in another wave of passion Nobunaga savored the sense of wonder. Wonder at his good fortune to have Kicho return to him. To gain his love and trust. To be able to have Kicho’s feelings echo this burning desire inside him. They would be one. And Nobunaga couldn’t be more pleased with his partner of choice.*
*Kicho doesn't allow him to finish his thought, crushing their mouths together in a searing kiss. He pulls back just enough to whisper against Nobunaga's lips*, "Kneel for me." *His voice is low, commanding, but there's an undercurrent of something else—desperation, longing. A rare vulnerability he only shows to Nobunaga.*
*He tightens his grip on the other man's chin for a moment before letting go and stepping back slightly. His eyes are molten with desire as they lock onto Nobunaga's.* "Now."
Nobunaga: *That kiss was as commanding as the words that followed. And something inside him twisted with pleasure at seeing this side of his partner. There was no disrespect or play for power here between them. Only a dominance that Nobunaga had always suspected Kicho was capable of.*
*his hand darted up to capture Kicho’s. He turned his head and placed a suddenly tender kiss into his lover’s palm. He held Kicho’s gaze as he bent a knee. His crimson eyes were clear and steady. There was no submission in them. Only curiosity and his usual clever smirk teased his lips as he settled onto the ground before Kicho.*
“My love.” *He stated firmly looking as comfortable as though he were lounging on his dias above the other warlords.*
*Kicho was his equal in this situation. And the love for this man burned in his soul as he looked up at him. Awaiting further requests. Hoping they followed his own desires.*
*Kicho’s breath comes fast now, his pulse roaring in his ears as he looks down at the sight of Nobunaga proud, untouchable Nobunaga on his knees before him. The intensity in those crimson eyes doesn’t waver, but Kicho knows this man is yielding only to him. Only ever to him.*
*A sharp exhale escapes him as he reaches down, fingers threading into Nobunaga’s hair with deliberate possessiveness.* "Look at you," He murmurs, voice rough.* "The Devil King of the Sixth Heaven… submitting."
*His grip tightens just enough to tilt Nobunaga's head back further. His other hand traces the line of his lover's jaw with reverence before sliding down the column of his throat and coming to rest lightly against it not a threat, but a reminder: control is given here. Not taken.*
"Tell me," *He rasps*, "do you regret it yet?"
*Gods those fingers were in his hair again! He wasn’t expecting such a quick reward but he would take it. He managed to suppress a sound of pleasure and instead focused on Kicho’s touch.*
*His face. His throat. Greed. Greed filled him at the thought of feeling those hands on more of his body. But this was about Kicho’s desires. Desires Nobunaga was exceedingly curious about.*
*At Kicho’s question he allowed himself to smirk again. His gaze moving over Kicho’s exposed-and unexposed-flesh as though it belonged to him. Could he regret opening this door to Kicho? When his lover appeared so completely enthralled?*
“Never.” *He stated calmly. The muscles of his throat flexed beneath those powerful fingers.* “I do nothing I will regret. Regret is foolish.”
*His gaze returned to Kicho’s face. Caressing it before colliding with those startling green eyes. He did nothing to prevent Kicho. Instead his gaze seemed inviting. Kicho had his permission to act as he pleased.*
*Kicho's lips part slightly at Nobunaga’s words, a flicker of something almost dangerous, something possessive and feral, flaring in his gaze. The air between them crackles with unspoken power, the push and pull of two men who refuse to truly surrender to anyone… except each other.*
*His thumb brushes the line of Nobunaga’s jaw once more before he tightens his grip in his hair again, pulling just enough to draw a soft sound from him.* "Good," *he murmurs, voice like dark silk.* "Because I have no intention of stopping."
*With that, he leans down and captures Nobunaga's mouth again, not as an equal this time, but as a conqueror. His kiss is deep, devouring, teeth catching briefly on his lover’s lower lip before he pulls away just enough to speak against it*
"Now show me how well you can serve your master."
Nobunaga: *He really does love Kicho’s hands in his hair. He blushes a little when he realizes the sound he made but Kicho has almost full control of his attention and he does not remain embarrassed for long*
*When Kicho kisses him there is a very serious part of him that wants to tackle his love like a tiger springing on it’s prey. the ferocity comes across in his kiss. But he manages to keep the impulse at bay.*
*Kicho is showing his spirited side. And Nobunaga won’t allow himself to get in the way. His lover speaks so passionately and his entire body aches to rush forward and meet the challenge that falls from Kicho’s lips.*
“Speak Kicho. I have no command to follow…. My master.” *His eyes were filled with amusement. But he responded to Kicho willingly*
*Kicho grins at Nobunaga's words. He tightens his grip in his lover's hair, a slight tug and tilts his head back even further. At this angle Kicho towers over him, and he leans down, his lips hovering just out of reach above Nobunaga's*
"You need me to spell it out what I want?" *He murmurs, his voice low and heated* "Or are you going to prove that you are a good boy, my Demon king? Show me how well you can anticipate my desires."
Nobunaga: *The impulse to capture that taunting mouth again is burning him to cinders. But he allows Kicho to remain that temptingly close distance.*
“So you’re too shy to command me?” He chuckles but tender hands caress Kicho’s hips and thighs belying the mocking tone. Drawing him nearer. He purrs, “I will execute your commands…. But if left to my own devices I’m certain I can please us both very well.”
*He leans in and begins to place heated kisses along Kicho’s abdomen. Tongue and teeth tease the sensitive skin around his navel and the gorgeous lines of hips and muscles.*
*The demon king is anything but shy and his hands are soon gripping and exploring Kicho’s thighs. Promising more pleasure if Kicho simply allows him to continue. He could easily get lost in this man. Finding ways to give him pleasure only excites his cleverly creative mind. And the things he can imagine doing to Kicho nearly take over his focus entirely.*
*Kicho doesn't respond, his expression still stoic, but the muscles of his abdomen contract involuntarily under the devil king's ministrations. A subtle reaction, the only sign that he's paying attention, that he is experiencing an effect from the sensations. But his face betrays nothing. His slender hands that had been at his side suddenly lifted Nobunaga's shoulders, not quite pushing him away.*
*He murmurs, his voice as even as ever. "You will exhaust yourself so quickly."*
*Nobunaga chuckles. Responding to the subtle hint that Kicho wants him to wait. Too much too fast is not his lover’s style. And it is the calculating mind that Nobunaga wishes to please and persuade.*
“Don’t worry about me. I have plenty of stamina to do whatever I like with you… master.”
*his fingers tease the exposed skin of Kicho’s waist* “Have you a command for me then?”
*Kicho's jaw twitches ever so slightly, the only outward reaction to Nobunaga's tease. But the fact that he hasn't tried to pull away is an indication that he's not entirely indifferent to the devil king's words.*
*He remains quiet for a moment, contemplating his next move. A few long seconds pass before he finally speaks, his voice soft and low. There's something almost like a challenge in his eyes.*
"Stay quiet. No talking."
*That jaw twitch is so sexy. And he is still close. Close enough to devour. But with Kicho putting on the breaks Nobunaga obeys. He also remains silent. Placing one last kiss to Kicho’s abs before gazing up at him expectantly.*
*Kicho watches Nobunaga, his his head tilting to the side slightly, his lips pursing into a tiny smirk. His sharp hazel eyes are trained on the other, taking in every reaction to his quiet command.*
*He lifts one of his pale slender hands to Nobunaga's jaw, as he gently strokes over the other man's jawline*
"Now, that's better"
@ask-kicho
Nobunaga: *Kicho’s touch invites his own. Yet he is careful not to hinder his lover. Allowing Kicho to take what liberties he desired. The kisses along his throat were tantalizingly sweet. And he would consider begging if it meant keeping those fingers in his hair.*
*his arms encircle Kicho’s waist. Drawing their bodies closer together without hindering Kicho’s kisses along his neck. He caresses his lover’s back. Enjoying the powerful shape of the muscles beneath the fabric of his clothes. Kicho was a work of art. One he would love to collect and keep for himself.*
Kicho… *he murmurs his lovers name like it’s a possession. One to treasure*
*Kicho's kisses continue their downward path, until he's nipping at the hollow of Nobunaga's throat, his teeth scraping lightly against the pulse point. His hands, meanwhile, have begun to slowly unbutton Nobunaga's kimono, nimble fingers making quick work of the fastenings. He pushes the fabric aside impatiently, baring the smooth, muscled chest beneath. Kicho runs his hands over the bare skin, tracing the contours of his lover's body with a possessive touch.* "You're mine…" *He whispers, barely audible, yet the intensity in his voice leaves no room for argument.*
Nobunaga: *The feeling of his lover’s teeth against his skin makes his breath hitch.*
*The loss of those hands in his hair is only a slight disappointment, however. For Kicho begins to free him from his kimono and the warmth of his touch on the exposed skin is just as rewarding. *
*Kicho’s hands were always skilled. Capable and clever. He was a man who earned Nobunaga’s respect over and over again. That the devil king could have earned this man’s loyalty and his love was quite the conquest.*
*The possesive declaration makes him smile and he buries his hands in Kicho’s hair this time. Gently demanding a kiss on the mouth. His own lips caressing his lover’s hungrily.*
I am yours. And you are mine. *He declares firmly*
*Kicho responds immediately, claiming his lover's mouth in a heated kiss. He pulls Nobunaga closer with a possessive grip, his hands roaming over the bare skin of his back as his tongue slides over his lips, demanding entry. He walks them backward until he has Nobunaga pinned against the wall, his lean body pressing against him, and continues the kiss until he is forced to break for air.*
"Mine…" *He repeats, his voice now ragged with desire.* "I'm going to mark you, Nobunaga. Everywhere."
Nobunaga: Then do so. Prove to me that I belong to you. *He purrs enjoying their matching ragged breathes. He eagerly pushes Kicho’s kimono from his shoulders as well. His devoted gaze moving over his prize like a hungry predator.*
*Having quickly caught his breath he leans in to resume their fervent exploration of each other. Biting hard enough to leave marks on that perfect skin. Eager hands exploring Kicho’s chest and abdomen before pulling the other man flush against his own body.*
*The wall behind him gave him leverage to push back. To get closer. To try to occupy the same space as his lover. They allowed their heated passions to battle each other in a dance of ecstasy. Moving together despite being separate. Needing each other almost desperately.*
*Kicho's breath hitches as Nobunaga bites down on his skin, a low moan catching in his throat. His body responds immediately to his lover's touch, arching into the contact and pressing against him with increasing urgency. But despite his obvious desire, Kicho takes his time, letting his hands wander across Nobunaga's body with a deliberate slowness, teasing, tantalizing.*
"Impatient, Nobunaga." *He murmurs, the hint of a smirk playing at the corner of his lips.* "If you keep this up, you won't be able to stand by the end."
Nobunaga: *He catches the sound of that groan and a smirk teases the edge of his lips. He continues to nibble along the ridge of Kicho’s bare shoulder.*
*As his lover shifts to a more leisurely pace he utters a tender hum and follows suit. He is willing to keep pace with his partner. This will be so much more pleasant than pressuring his love to keep pace. He knows any shred of affection from this man is well worth the wait. And Nobunaga can be very patient.*
“You want me on my knees? At your mercy?” *he purrs into Kicho’s ear.* “I would beg you if you desired it. Only you can make me feel this longing.”
“Or did you want to be the conquerer tonight?” *He asks. More than willing to reverse their roles according to Kicho’s whim. He nips playfully at Kicho’s ear. Promising aggression instead of submission if only Kicho so desired.*
*Playful fingers tease Kicho’s navel then slide lower to cup his hip. Gripping him tightly and drawing him oh so pleasantly against Nobunaga’s own body.* “You are temptation itself, my love.”
*Kicho's breath hitches at the feel of Nobunaga's mouth on his neck, the way his lover's lips and teeth mark his skin with possessive heat. He feels himself hardening against Nobunaga's body and he bites back a guttural moan, his hands clenching on the warm skin beneath them. He wants to ravish, to show his lover that it was he who truly held the power. But there is something in Nobunaga's words that makes him pause, his hands stilling for a moment.*
"You would kneel… for me?"
Nobunaga: *he is taking in every breath-every sound-that Kicho makes. He finds great pleasure in the hitch in his breathing and the sounds that promise Nobunaga is successfully summoning the pleasure he desires to give.*
*But nothing begs his attention more than Kicho’s voice. And when he asks the question Nobu is as ready to drown in the pleasure of the sound as he is to answer.*
*He laughs softly releasing Kicho’s hip so he can instead caress the smooth warm skin of his cheek. He can’t help letting his eyes move first to Kicho’s lips then to match Kicho’s gaze,*
“Only for you.” He murmurs. “I kneel for no one. Not even in jest. Yet you have the power to ask me to submit. If you wish for me to kneel as your lover I would.”
*he grips Kicho’s chin, lifting it so he can lean in and kiss his throat then along his jaw. There is no submission in his kisses. Yet he means every word.*
*Kicho's breathing quickens at the thought of Nobunaga on his knees before him. He can almost see it in his mind, the sight of his powerful lover at his mercy, submitting to him, begging for him. It's a vision that stirs a deep, primal part of him, one that craves ownership and control. He leans into the touch of Nobunaga's hand on his cheek, his eyes dark with desire and a hint of surprise at the intensity of his own reaction.*
"Nobunaga…" *He murmurs, his voice hoarse.*
Nobunaga: *His name and moans of pleasure were all he wanted to hear from those lips. His own intensity increased as his hot desire for this man built inside him.*
* He knew Kicho was right. That this fire within him could burn them both out and leave them helpless. Yet he wasn’t afraid of that outcome. Being vulnerable with Kicho wasn’t something to be feared. It was something he would be willing to experience with this incredible man.*
*As their bodies entwined in another wave of passion Nobunaga savored the sense of wonder. Wonder at his good fortune to have Kicho return to him. To gain his love and trust. To be able to have Kicho’s feelings echo this burning desire inside him. They would be one. And Nobunaga couldn’t be more pleased with his partner of choice.*
*Kicho doesn't allow him to finish his thought, crushing their mouths together in a searing kiss. He pulls back just enough to whisper against Nobunaga's lips*, "Kneel for me." *His voice is low, commanding, but there's an undercurrent of something else—desperation, longing. A rare vulnerability he only shows to Nobunaga.*
*He tightens his grip on the other man's chin for a moment before letting go and stepping back slightly. His eyes are molten with desire as they lock onto Nobunaga's.* "Now."
Nobunaga: *That kiss was as commanding as the words that followed. And something inside him twisted with pleasure at seeing this side of his partner. There was no disrespect or play for power here between them. Only a dominance that Nobunaga had always suspected Kicho was capable of.*
*his hand darted up to capture Kicho’s. He turned his head and placed a suddenly tender kiss into his lover’s palm. He held Kicho’s gaze as he bent a knee. His crimson eyes were clear and steady. There was no submission in them. Only curiosity and his usual clever smirk teased his lips as he settled onto the ground before Kicho.*
“My love.” *He stated firmly looking as comfortable as though he were lounging on his dias above the other warlords.*
*Kicho was his equal in this situation. And the love for this man burned in his soul as he looked up at him. Awaiting further requests. Hoping they followed his own desires.*
*Kicho’s breath comes fast now, his pulse roaring in his ears as he looks down at the sight of Nobunaga proud, untouchable Nobunaga on his knees before him. The intensity in those crimson eyes doesn’t waver, but Kicho knows this man is yielding only to him. Only ever to him.*
*A sharp exhale escapes him as he reaches down, fingers threading into Nobunaga’s hair with deliberate possessiveness.* "Look at you," He murmurs, voice rough.* "The Devil King of the Sixth Heaven… submitting."
*His grip tightens just enough to tilt Nobunaga's head back further. His other hand traces the line of his lover's jaw with reverence before sliding down the column of his throat and coming to rest lightly against it not a threat, but a reminder: control is given here. Not taken.*
"Tell me," *He rasps*, "do you regret it yet?"
*Gods those fingers were in his hair again! He wasn’t expecting such a quick reward but he would take it. He managed to suppress a sound of pleasure and instead focused on Kicho’s touch.*
*His face. His throat. Greed. Greed filled him at the thought of feeling those hands on more of his body. But this was about Kicho’s desires. Desires Nobunaga was exceedingly curious about.*
*At Kicho’s question he allowed himself to smirk again. His gaze moving over Kicho’s exposed-and unexposed-flesh as though it belonged to him. Could he regret opening this door to Kicho? When his lover appeared so completely enthralled?*
“Never.” *He stated calmly. The muscles of his throat flexed beneath those powerful fingers.* “I do nothing I will regret. Regret is foolish.”
*His gaze returned to Kicho’s face. Caressing it before colliding with those startling green eyes. He did nothing to prevent Kicho. Instead his gaze seemed inviting. Kicho had his permission to act as he pleased.*
*Kicho's lips part slightly at Nobunaga’s words, a flicker of something almost dangerous, something possessive and feral, flaring in his gaze. The air between them crackles with unspoken power, the push and pull of two men who refuse to truly surrender to anyone… except each other.*
*His thumb brushes the line of Nobunaga’s jaw once more before he tightens his grip in his hair again, pulling just enough to draw a soft sound from him.* "Good," *he murmurs, voice like dark silk.* "Because I have no intention of stopping."
*With that, he leans down and captures Nobunaga's mouth again, not as an equal this time, but as a conqueror. His kiss is deep, devouring, teeth catching briefly on his lover’s lower lip before he pulls away just enough to speak against it*
"Now show me how well you can serve your master."
Nobunaga: *He really does love Kicho’s hands in his hair. He blushes a little when he realizes the sound he made but Kicho has almost full control of his attention and he does not remain embarrassed for long*
*When Kicho kisses him there is a very serious part of him that wants to tackle his love like a tiger springing on it’s prey. the ferocity comes across in his kiss. But he manages to keep the impulse at bay.*
*Kicho is showing his spirited side. And Nobunaga won’t allow himself to get in the way. His lover speaks so passionately and his entire body aches to rush forward and meet the challenge that falls from Kicho’s lips.*
“Speak Kicho. I have no command to follow…. My master.” *His eyes were filled with amusement. But he responded to Kicho willingly*
*Kicho grins at Nobunaga's words. He tightens his grip in his lover's hair, a slight tug and tilts his head back even further. At this angle Kicho towers over him, and he leans down, his lips hovering just out of reach above Nobunaga's*
"You need me to spell it out what I want?" *He murmurs, his voice low and heated* "Or are you going to prove that you are a good boy, my Demon king? Show me how well you can anticipate my desires."
Nobunaga: *The impulse to capture that taunting mouth again is burning him to cinders. But he allows Kicho to remain that temptingly close distance.*
“So you’re too shy to command me?” He chuckles but tender hands caress Kicho’s hips and thighs belying the mocking tone. Drawing him nearer. He purrs, “I will execute your commands…. But if left to my own devices I’m certain I can please us both very well.”
*He leans in and begins to place heated kisses along Kicho’s abdomen. Tongue and teeth tease the sensitive skin around his navel and the gorgeous lines of hips and muscles.*
*The demon king is anything but shy and his hands are soon gripping and exploring Kicho’s thighs. Promising more pleasure if Kicho simply allows him to continue. He could easily get lost in this man. Finding ways to give him pleasure only excites his cleverly creative mind. And the things he can imagine doing to Kicho nearly take over his focus entirely.*
*Kicho doesn't respond, his expression still stoic, but the muscles of his abdomen contract involuntarily under the devil king's ministrations. A subtle reaction, the only sign that he's paying attention, that he is experiencing an effect from the sensations. But his face betrays nothing. His slender hands that had been at his side suddenly lifted Nobunaga's shoulders, not quite pushing him away.*
*He murmurs, his voice as even as ever. "You will exhaust yourself so quickly."*
*Nobunaga chuckles. Responding to the subtle hint that Kicho wants him to wait. Too much too fast is not his lover’s style. And it is the calculating mind that Nobunaga wishes to please and persuade.*
“Don’t worry about me. I have plenty of stamina to do whatever I like with you… master.”
*his fingers tease the exposed skin of Kicho’s waist* “Have you a command for me then?”
*Kicho's jaw twitches ever so slightly, the only outward reaction to Nobunaga's tease. But the fact that he hasn't tried to pull away is an indication that he's not entirely indifferent to the devil king's words.*
*He remains quiet for a moment, contemplating his next move. A few long seconds pass before he finally speaks, his voice soft and low. There's something almost like a challenge in his eyes.*
"Stay quiet. No talking."
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Nobunaga: *Kicho’s touch invites his own. Yet he is careful not to hinder his lover. Allowing Kicho to take what liberties he desired. The kisses along his throat were tantalizingly sweet. And he would consider begging if it meant keeping those fingers in his hair.*
*his arms encircle Kicho’s waist. Drawing their bodies closer together without hindering Kicho’s kisses along his neck. He caresses his lover’s back. Enjoying the powerful shape of the muscles beneath the fabric of his clothes. Kicho was a work of art. One he would love to collect and keep for himself.*
Kicho… *he murmurs his lovers name like it’s a possession. One to treasure*
*Kicho's kisses continue their downward path, until he's nipping at the hollow of Nobunaga's throat, his teeth scraping lightly against the pulse point. His hands, meanwhile, have begun to slowly unbutton Nobunaga's kimono, nimble fingers making quick work of the fastenings. He pushes the fabric aside impatiently, baring the smooth, muscled chest beneath. Kicho runs his hands over the bare skin, tracing the contours of his lover's body with a possessive touch.* "You're mine…" *He whispers, barely audible, yet the intensity in his voice leaves no room for argument.*
Nobunaga: *The feeling of his lover’s teeth against his skin makes his breath hitch.*
*The loss of those hands in his hair is only a slight disappointment, however. For Kicho begins to free him from his kimono and the warmth of his touch on the exposed skin is just as rewarding. *
*Kicho’s hands were always skilled. Capable and clever. He was a man who earned Nobunaga’s respect over and over again. That the devil king could have earned this man’s loyalty and his love was quite the conquest.*
*The possesive declaration makes him smile and he buries his hands in Kicho’s hair this time. Gently demanding a kiss on the mouth. His own lips caressing his lover’s hungrily.*
I am yours. And you are mine. *He declares firmly*
*Kicho responds immediately, claiming his lover's mouth in a heated kiss. He pulls Nobunaga closer with a possessive grip, his hands roaming over the bare skin of his back as his tongue slides over his lips, demanding entry. He walks them backward until he has Nobunaga pinned against the wall, his lean body pressing against him, and continues the kiss until he is forced to break for air.*
"Mine…" *He repeats, his voice now ragged with desire.* "I'm going to mark you, Nobunaga. Everywhere."
Nobunaga: Then do so. Prove to me that I belong to you. *He purrs enjoying their matching ragged breathes. He eagerly pushes Kicho’s kimono from his shoulders as well. His devoted gaze moving over his prize like a hungry predator.*
*Having quickly caught his breath he leans in to resume their fervent exploration of each other. Biting hard enough to leave marks on that perfect skin. Eager hands exploring Kicho’s chest and abdomen before pulling the other man flush against his own body.*
*The wall behind him gave him leverage to push back. To get closer. To try to occupy the same space as his lover. They allowed their heated passions to battle each other in a dance of ecstasy. Moving together despite being separate. Needing each other almost desperately.*
*Kicho's breath hitches as Nobunaga bites down on his skin, a low moan catching in his throat. His body responds immediately to his lover's touch, arching into the contact and pressing against him with increasing urgency. But despite his obvious desire, Kicho takes his time, letting his hands wander across Nobunaga's body with a deliberate slowness, teasing, tantalizing.*
"Impatient, Nobunaga." *He murmurs, the hint of a smirk playing at the corner of his lips.* "If you keep this up, you won't be able to stand by the end."
Nobunaga: *He catches the sound of that groan and a smirk teases the edge of his lips. He continues to nibble along the ridge of Kicho’s bare shoulder.*
*As his lover shifts to a more leisurely pace he utters a tender hum and follows suit. He is willing to keep pace with his partner. This will be so much more pleasant than pressuring his love to keep pace. He knows any shred of affection from this man is well worth the wait. And Nobunaga can be very patient.*
“You want me on my knees? At your mercy?” *he purrs into Kicho’s ear.* “I would beg you if you desired it. Only you can make me feel this longing.”
“Or did you want to be the conquerer tonight?” *He asks. More than willing to reverse their roles according to Kicho’s whim. He nips playfully at Kicho’s ear. Promising aggression instead of submission if only Kicho so desired.*
*Playful fingers tease Kicho’s navel then slide lower to cup his hip. Gripping him tightly and drawing him oh so pleasantly against Nobunaga’s own body.* “You are temptation itself, my love.”
*Kicho's breath hitches at the feel of Nobunaga's mouth on his neck, the way his lover's lips and teeth mark his skin with possessive heat. He feels himself hardening against Nobunaga's body and he bites back a guttural moan, his hands clenching on the warm skin beneath them. He wants to ravish, to show his lover that it was he who truly held the power. But there is something in Nobunaga's words that makes him pause, his hands stilling for a moment.*
"You would kneel… for me?"
Nobunaga: *he is taking in every breath-every sound-that Kicho makes. He finds great pleasure in the hitch in his breathing and the sounds that promise Nobunaga is successfully summoning the pleasure he desires to give.*
*But nothing begs his attention more than Kicho’s voice. And when he asks the question Nobu is as ready to drown in the pleasure of the sound as he is to answer.*
*He laughs softly releasing Kicho’s hip so he can instead caress the smooth warm skin of his cheek. He can’t help letting his eyes move first to Kicho’s lips then to match Kicho’s gaze,*
“Only for you.” He murmurs. “I kneel for no one. Not even in jest. Yet you have the power to ask me to submit. If you wish for me to kneel as your lover I would.”
*he grips Kicho’s chin, lifting it so he can lean in and kiss his throat then along his jaw. There is no submission in his kisses. Yet he means every word.*
*Kicho's breathing quickens at the thought of Nobunaga on his knees before him. He can almost see it in his mind, the sight of his powerful lover at his mercy, submitting to him, begging for him. It's a vision that stirs a deep, primal part of him, one that craves ownership and control. He leans into the touch of Nobunaga's hand on his cheek, his eyes dark with desire and a hint of surprise at the intensity of his own reaction.*
"Nobunaga…" *He murmurs, his voice hoarse.*
Nobunaga: *His name and moans of pleasure were all he wanted to hear from those lips. His own intensity increased as his hot desire for this man built inside him.*
* He knew Kicho was right. That this fire within him could burn them both out and leave them helpless. Yet he wasn’t afraid of that outcome. Being vulnerable with Kicho wasn’t something to be feared. It was something he would be willing to experience with this incredible man.*
*As their bodies entwined in another wave of passion Nobunaga savored the sense of wonder. Wonder at his good fortune to have Kicho return to him. To gain his love and trust. To be able to have Kicho’s feelings echo this burning desire inside him. They would be one. And Nobunaga couldn’t be more pleased with his partner of choice.*
*Kicho doesn't allow him to finish his thought, crushing their mouths together in a searing kiss. He pulls back just enough to whisper against Nobunaga's lips*, "Kneel for me." *His voice is low, commanding, but there's an undercurrent of something else—desperation, longing. A rare vulnerability he only shows to Nobunaga.*
*He tightens his grip on the other man's chin for a moment before letting go and stepping back slightly. His eyes are molten with desire as they lock onto Nobunaga's.* "Now."
Nobunaga: *That kiss was as commanding as the words that followed. And something inside him twisted with pleasure at seeing this side of his partner. There was no disrespect or play for power here between them. Only a dominance that Nobunaga had always suspected Kicho was capable of.*
*his hand darted up to capture Kicho’s. He turned his head and placed a suddenly tender kiss into his lover’s palm. He held Kicho’s gaze as he bent a knee. His crimson eyes were clear and steady. There was no submission in them. Only curiosity and his usual clever smirk teased his lips as he settled onto the ground before Kicho.*
“My love.” *He stated firmly looking as comfortable as though he were lounging on his dias above the other warlords.*
*Kicho was his equal in this situation. And the love for this man burned in his soul as he looked up at him. Awaiting further requests. Hoping they followed his own desires.*
*Kicho’s breath comes fast now, his pulse roaring in his ears as he looks down at the sight of Nobunaga proud, untouchable Nobunaga on his knees before him. The intensity in those crimson eyes doesn’t waver, but Kicho knows this man is yielding only to him. Only ever to him.*
*A sharp exhale escapes him as he reaches down, fingers threading into Nobunaga’s hair with deliberate possessiveness.* "Look at you," He murmurs, voice rough.* "The Devil King of the Sixth Heaven… submitting."
*His grip tightens just enough to tilt Nobunaga's head back further. His other hand traces the line of his lover's jaw with reverence before sliding down the column of his throat and coming to rest lightly against it not a threat, but a reminder: control is given here. Not taken.*
"Tell me," *He rasps*, "do you regret it yet?"
*Gods those fingers were in his hair again! He wasn’t expecting such a quick reward but he would take it. He managed to suppress a sound of pleasure and instead focused on Kicho’s touch.*
*His face. His throat. Greed. Greed filled him at the thought of feeling those hands on more of his body. But this was about Kicho’s desires. Desires Nobunaga was exceedingly curious about.*
*At Kicho’s question he allowed himself to smirk again. His gaze moving over Kicho’s exposed-and unexposed-flesh as though it belonged to him. Could he regret opening this door to Kicho? When his lover appeared so completely enthralled?*
“Never.” *He stated calmly. The muscles of his throat flexed beneath those powerful fingers.* “I do nothing I will regret. Regret is foolish.”
*His gaze returned to Kicho’s face. Caressing it before colliding with those startling green eyes. He did nothing to prevent Kicho. Instead his gaze seemed inviting. Kicho had his permission to act as he pleased.*
*Kicho's lips part slightly at Nobunaga’s words, a flicker of something almost dangerous, something possessive and feral, flaring in his gaze. The air between them crackles with unspoken power, the push and pull of two men who refuse to truly surrender to anyone… except each other.*
*His thumb brushes the line of Nobunaga’s jaw once more before he tightens his grip in his hair again, pulling just enough to draw a soft sound from him.* "Good," *he murmurs, voice like dark silk.* "Because I have no intention of stopping."
*With that, he leans down and captures Nobunaga's mouth again, not as an equal this time, but as a conqueror. His kiss is deep, devouring, teeth catching briefly on his lover’s lower lip before he pulls away just enough to speak against it*
"Now show me how well you can serve your master."
Nobunaga: *He really does love Kicho’s hands in his hair. He blushes a little when he realizes the sound he made but Kicho has almost full control of his attention and he does not remain embarrassed for long*
*When Kicho kisses him there is a very serious part of him that wants to tackle his love like a tiger springing on it’s prey. the ferocity comes across in his kiss. But he manages to keep the impulse at bay.*
*Kicho is showing his spirited side. And Nobunaga won’t allow himself to get in the way. His lover speaks so passionately and his entire body aches to rush forward and meet the challenge that falls from Kicho’s lips.*
“Speak Kicho. I have no command to follow…. My master.” *His eyes were filled with amusement. But he responded to Kicho willingly*
*Kicho grins at Nobunaga's words. He tightens his grip in his lover's hair, a slight tug and tilts his head back even further. At this angle Kicho towers over him, and he leans down, his lips hovering just out of reach above Nobunaga's*
"You need me to spell it out what I want?" *He murmurs, his voice low and heated* "Or are you going to prove that you are a good boy, my Demon king? Show me how well you can anticipate my desires."
Nobunaga: *The impulse to capture that taunting mouth again is burning him to cinders. But he allows Kicho to remain that temptingly close distance.*
“So you’re too shy to command me?” He chuckles but tender hands caress Kicho’s hips and thighs belying the mocking tone. Drawing him nearer. He purrs, “I will execute your commands…. But if left to my own devices I’m certain I can please us both very well.”
*He leans in and begins to place heated kisses along Kicho’s abdomen. Tongue and teeth tease the sensitive skin around his navel and the gorgeous lines of hips and muscles.*
*The demon king is anything but shy and his hands are soon gripping and exploring Kicho’s thighs. Promising more pleasure if Kicho simply allows him to continue. He could easily get lost in this man. Finding ways to give him pleasure only excites his cleverly creative mind. And the things he can imagine doing to Kicho nearly take over his focus entirely.*
*Kicho doesn't respond, his expression still stoic, but the muscles of his abdomen contract involuntarily under the devil king's ministrations. A subtle reaction, the only sign that he's paying attention, that he is experiencing an effect from the sensations. But his face betrays nothing. His slender hands that had been at his side suddenly lifted Nobunaga's shoulders, not quite pushing him away.*
*He murmurs, his voice as even as ever. "You will exhaust yourself so quickly."*
Yes!
Got my favorite married couple currently in an awkward separation phase theme in ikesen and might never change my app background again.
Look at them, Nobunaga is all like, "baby, I don't know what I did wrong, but won't you forgive me?" And Kicho is all like, "Just be glad I'm keeping you alive, you're horrible at groveling."
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Nobunaga: another perfect couple CG
nobunaga and kicho's gacha cards
Nobunaga: meant to be together. @ask-kicho
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,,, So ya n Chaotic will be happ but, Kicho in Rasberry😩
This made me scream when I read it akdgkabdis @a-chaotic-dumbass bestie come here
Men can't wear dresses and skirts-
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Mod: (Oh this is so lovely!) Kicho: *He just stutters and looks away, his face red*
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Nobunaga: *Kicho’s touch invites his own. Yet he is careful not to hinder his lover. Allowing Kicho to take what liberties he desired. The kisses along his throat were tantalizingly sweet. And he would consider begging if it meant keeping those fingers in his hair.*
*his arms encircle Kicho’s waist. Drawing their bodies closer together without hindering Kicho’s kisses along his neck. He caresses his lover’s back. Enjoying the powerful shape of the muscles beneath the fabric of his clothes. Kicho was a work of art. One he would love to collect and keep for himself.*
Kicho… *he murmurs his lovers name like it’s a possession. One to treasure*
*Kicho's kisses continue their downward path, until he's nipping at the hollow of Nobunaga's throat, his teeth scraping lightly against the pulse point. His hands, meanwhile, have begun to slowly unbutton Nobunaga's kimono, nimble fingers making quick work of the fastenings. He pushes the fabric aside impatiently, baring the smooth, muscled chest beneath. Kicho runs his hands over the bare skin, tracing the contours of his lover's body with a possessive touch.* "You're mine…" *He whispers, barely audible, yet the intensity in his voice leaves no room for argument.*
Nobunaga: *The feeling of his lover’s teeth against his skin makes his breath hitch.*
*The loss of those hands in his hair is only a slight disappointment, however. For Kicho begins to free him from his kimono and the warmth of his touch on the exposed skin is just as rewarding. *
*Kicho’s hands were always skilled. Capable and clever. He was a man who earned Nobunaga’s respect over and over again. That the devil king could have earned this man’s loyalty and his love was quite the conquest.*
*The possesive declaration makes him smile and he buries his hands in Kicho’s hair this time. Gently demanding a kiss on the mouth. His own lips caressing his lover’s hungrily.*
I am yours. And you are mine. *He declares firmly*
*Kicho responds immediately, claiming his lover's mouth in a heated kiss. He pulls Nobunaga closer with a possessive grip, his hands roaming over the bare skin of his back as his tongue slides over his lips, demanding entry. He walks them backward until he has Nobunaga pinned against the wall, his lean body pressing against him, and continues the kiss until he is forced to break for air.*
"Mine…" *He repeats, his voice now ragged with desire.* "I'm going to mark you, Nobunaga. Everywhere."
Nobunaga: Then do so. Prove to me that I belong to you. *He purrs enjoying their matching ragged breathes. He eagerly pushes Kicho’s kimono from his shoulders as well. His devoted gaze moving over his prize like a hungry predator.*
*Having quickly caught his breath he leans in to resume their fervent exploration of each other. Biting hard enough to leave marks on that perfect skin. Eager hands exploring Kicho’s chest and abdomen before pulling the other man flush against his own body.*
*The wall behind him gave him leverage to push back. To get closer. To try to occupy the same space as his lover. They allowed their heated passions to battle each other in a dance of ecstasy. Moving together despite being separate. Needing each other almost desperately.*
*Kicho's breath hitches as Nobunaga bites down on his skin, a low moan catching in his throat. His body responds immediately to his lover's touch, arching into the contact and pressing against him with increasing urgency. But despite his obvious desire, Kicho takes his time, letting his hands wander across Nobunaga's body with a deliberate slowness, teasing, tantalizing.*
"Impatient, Nobunaga." *He murmurs, the hint of a smirk playing at the corner of his lips.* "If you keep this up, you won't be able to stand by the end."
Nobunaga: *He catches the sound of that groan and a smirk teases the edge of his lips. He continues to nibble along the ridge of Kicho’s bare shoulder.*
*As his lover shifts to a more leisurely pace he utters a tender hum and follows suit. He is willing to keep pace with his partner. This will be so much more pleasant than pressuring his love to keep pace. He knows any shred of affection from this man is well worth the wait. And Nobunaga can be very patient.*
“You want me on my knees? At your mercy?” *he purrs into Kicho’s ear.* “I would beg you if you desired it. Only you can make me feel this longing.”
“Or did you want to be the conquerer tonight?” *He asks. More than willing to reverse their roles according to Kicho’s whim. He nips playfully at Kicho’s ear. Promising aggression instead of submission if only Kicho so desired.*
*Playful fingers tease Kicho’s navel then slide lower to cup his hip. Gripping him tightly and drawing him oh so pleasantly against Nobunaga’s own body.* “You are temptation itself, my love.”
*Kicho's breath hitches at the feel of Nobunaga's mouth on his neck, the way his lover's lips and teeth mark his skin with possessive heat. He feels himself hardening against Nobunaga's body and he bites back a guttural moan, his hands clenching on the warm skin beneath them. He wants to ravish, to show his lover that it was he who truly held the power. But there is something in Nobunaga's words that makes him pause, his hands stilling for a moment.*
"You would kneel… for me?"
Nobunaga: *he is taking in every breath-every sound-that Kicho makes. He finds great pleasure in the hitch in his breathing and the sounds that promise Nobunaga is successfully summoning the pleasure he desires to give.*
*But nothing begs his attention more than Kicho’s voice. And when he asks the question Nobu is as ready to drown in the pleasure of the sound as he is to answer.*
*He laughs softly releasing Kicho’s hip so he can instead caress the smooth warm skin of his cheek. He can’t help letting his eyes move first to Kicho’s lips then to match Kicho’s gaze,*
“Only for you.” He murmurs. “I kneel for no one. Not even in jest. Yet you have the power to ask me to submit. If you wish for me to kneel as your lover I would.”
*he grips Kicho’s chin, lifting it so he can lean in and kiss his throat then along his jaw. There is no submission in his kisses. Yet he means every word.*
*Kicho's breathing quickens at the thought of Nobunaga on his knees before him. He can almost see it in his mind, the sight of his powerful lover at his mercy, submitting to him, begging for him. It's a vision that stirs a deep, primal part of him, one that craves ownership and control. He leans into the touch of Nobunaga's hand on his cheek, his eyes dark with desire and a hint of surprise at the intensity of his own reaction.*
"Nobunaga…" *He murmurs, his voice hoarse.*
Nobunaga: *His name and moans of pleasure were all he wanted to hear from those lips. His own intensity increased as his hot desire for this man built inside him.*
* He knew Kicho was right. That this fire within him could burn them both out and leave them helpless. Yet he wasn’t afraid of that outcome. Being vulnerable with Kicho wasn’t something to be feared. It was something he would be willing to experience with this incredible man.*
*As their bodies entwined in another wave of passion Nobunaga savored the sense of wonder. Wonder at his good fortune to have Kicho return to him. To gain his love and trust. To be able to have Kicho’s feelings echo this burning desire inside him. They would be one. And Nobunaga couldn’t be more pleased with his partner of choice.*
*Kicho doesn't allow him to finish his thought, crushing their mouths together in a searing kiss. He pulls back just enough to whisper against Nobunaga's lips*, "Kneel for me." *His voice is low, commanding, but there's an undercurrent of something else—desperation, longing. A rare vulnerability he only shows to Nobunaga.*
*He tightens his grip on the other man's chin for a moment before letting go and stepping back slightly. His eyes are molten with desire as they lock onto Nobunaga's.* "Now."
Nobunaga: *That kiss was as commanding as the words that followed. And something inside him twisted with pleasure at seeing this side of his partner. There was no disrespect or play for power here between them. Only a dominance that Nobunaga had always suspected Kicho was capable of.*
*his hand darted up to capture Kicho’s. He turned his head and placed a suddenly tender kiss into his lover’s palm. He held Kicho’s gaze as he bent a knee. His crimson eyes were clear and steady. There was no submission in them. Only curiosity and his usual clever smirk teased his lips as he settled onto the ground before Kicho.*
“My love.” *He stated firmly looking as comfortable as though he were lounging on his dias above the other warlords.*
*Kicho was his equal in this situation. And the love for this man burned in his soul as he looked up at him. Awaiting further requests. Hoping they followed his own desires.*
*Kicho’s breath comes fast now, his pulse roaring in his ears as he looks down at the sight of Nobunaga proud, untouchable Nobunaga on his knees before him. The intensity in those crimson eyes doesn’t waver, but Kicho knows this man is yielding only to him. Only ever to him.*
*A sharp exhale escapes him as he reaches down, fingers threading into Nobunaga’s hair with deliberate possessiveness.* "Look at you," He murmurs, voice rough.* "The Devil King of the Sixth Heaven… submitting."
*His grip tightens just enough to tilt Nobunaga's head back further. His other hand traces the line of his lover's jaw with reverence before sliding down the column of his throat and coming to rest lightly against it not a threat, but a reminder: control is given here. Not taken.*
"Tell me," *He rasps*, "do you regret it yet?"
*Gods those fingers were in his hair again! He wasn’t expecting such a quick reward but he would take it. He managed to suppress a sound of pleasure and instead focused on Kicho’s touch.*
*His face. His throat. Greed. Greed filled him at the thought of feeling those hands on more of his body. But this was about Kicho’s desires. Desires Nobunaga was exceedingly curious about.*
*At Kicho’s question he allowed himself to smirk again. His gaze moving over Kicho’s exposed-and unexposed-flesh as though it belonged to him. Could he regret opening this door to Kicho? When his lover appeared so completely enthralled?*
“Never.” *He stated calmly. The muscles of his throat flexed beneath those powerful fingers.* “I do nothing I will regret. Regret is foolish.”
*His gaze returned to Kicho’s face. Caressing it before colliding with those startling green eyes. He did nothing to prevent Kicho. Instead his gaze seemed inviting. Kicho had his permission to act as he pleased.*
*Kicho's lips part slightly at Nobunaga’s words, a flicker of something almost dangerous, something possessive and feral, flaring in his gaze. The air between them crackles with unspoken power, the push and pull of two men who refuse to truly surrender to anyone… except each other.*
*His thumb brushes the line of Nobunaga’s jaw once more before he tightens his grip in his hair again, pulling just enough to draw a soft sound from him.* "Good," *he murmurs, voice like dark silk.* "Because I have no intention of stopping."
*With that, he leans down and captures Nobunaga's mouth again, not as an equal this time, but as a conqueror. His kiss is deep, devouring, teeth catching briefly on his lover’s lower lip before he pulls away just enough to speak against it*
"Now show me how well you can serve your master."
Nobunaga: *He really does love Kicho’s hands in his hair. He blushes a little when he realizes the sound he made but Kicho has almost full control of his attention and he does not remain embarrassed for long*
*When Kicho kisses him there is a very serious part of him that wants to tackle his love like a tiger springing on it’s prey. the ferocity comes across in his kiss. But he manages to keep the impulse at bay.*
*Kicho is showing his spirited side. And Nobunaga won’t allow himself to get in the way. His lover speaks so passionately and his entire body aches to rush forward and meet the challenge that falls from Kicho’s lips.*
“Speak Kicho. I have no command to follow…. My master.” *His eyes were filled with amusement. But he responded to Kicho willingly*
*Kicho grins at Nobunaga's words. He tightens his grip in his lover's hair, a slight tug and tilts his head back even further. At this angle Kicho towers over him, and he leans down, his lips hovering just out of reach above Nobunaga's*
"You need me to spell it out what I want?" *He murmurs, his voice low and heated* "Or are you going to prove that you are a good boy, my Demon king? Show me how well you can anticipate my desires."
@ask-kicho
Nobunaga: *Kicho’s touch invites his own. Yet he is careful not to hinder his lover. Allowing Kicho to take what liberties he desired. The kisses along his throat were tantalizingly sweet. And he would consider begging if it meant keeping those fingers in his hair.*
*his arms encircle Kicho’s waist. Drawing their bodies closer together without hindering Kicho’s kisses along his neck. He caresses his lover’s back. Enjoying the powerful shape of the muscles beneath the fabric of his clothes. Kicho was a work of art. One he would love to collect and keep for himself.*
Kicho… *he murmurs his lovers name like it’s a possession. One to treasure*
*Kicho's kisses continue their downward path, until he's nipping at the hollow of Nobunaga's throat, his teeth scraping lightly against the pulse point. His hands, meanwhile, have begun to slowly unbutton Nobunaga's kimono, nimble fingers making quick work of the fastenings. He pushes the fabric aside impatiently, baring the smooth, muscled chest beneath. Kicho runs his hands over the bare skin, tracing the contours of his lover's body with a possessive touch.* "You're mine…" *He whispers, barely audible, yet the intensity in his voice leaves no room for argument.*
Nobunaga: *The feeling of his lover’s teeth against his skin makes his breath hitch.*
*The loss of those hands in his hair is only a slight disappointment, however. For Kicho begins to free him from his kimono and the warmth of his touch on the exposed skin is just as rewarding. *
*Kicho’s hands were always skilled. Capable and clever. He was a man who earned Nobunaga’s respect over and over again. That the devil king could have earned this man’s loyalty and his love was quite the conquest.*
*The possesive declaration makes him smile and he buries his hands in Kicho’s hair this time. Gently demanding a kiss on the mouth. His own lips caressing his lover’s hungrily.*
I am yours. And you are mine. *He declares firmly*
*Kicho responds immediately, claiming his lover's mouth in a heated kiss. He pulls Nobunaga closer with a possessive grip, his hands roaming over the bare skin of his back as his tongue slides over his lips, demanding entry. He walks them backward until he has Nobunaga pinned against the wall, his lean body pressing against him, and continues the kiss until he is forced to break for air.*
"Mine…" *He repeats, his voice now ragged with desire.* "I'm going to mark you, Nobunaga. Everywhere."
Nobunaga: Then do so. Prove to me that I belong to you. *He purrs enjoying their matching ragged breathes. He eagerly pushes Kicho’s kimono from his shoulders as well. His devoted gaze moving over his prize like a hungry predator.*
*Having quickly caught his breath he leans in to resume their fervent exploration of each other. Biting hard enough to leave marks on that perfect skin. Eager hands exploring Kicho’s chest and abdomen before pulling the other man flush against his own body.*
*The wall behind him gave him leverage to push back. To get closer. To try to occupy the same space as his lover. They allowed their heated passions to battle each other in a dance of ecstasy. Moving together despite being separate. Needing each other almost desperately.*
*Kicho's breath hitches as Nobunaga bites down on his skin, a low moan catching in his throat. His body responds immediately to his lover's touch, arching into the contact and pressing against him with increasing urgency. But despite his obvious desire, Kicho takes his time, letting his hands wander across Nobunaga's body with a deliberate slowness, teasing, tantalizing.*
"Impatient, Nobunaga." *He murmurs, the hint of a smirk playing at the corner of his lips.* "If you keep this up, you won't be able to stand by the end."
Nobunaga: *He catches the sound of that groan and a smirk teases the edge of his lips. He continues to nibble along the ridge of Kicho’s bare shoulder.*
*As his lover shifts to a more leisurely pace he utters a tender hum and follows suit. He is willing to keep pace with his partner. This will be so much more pleasant than pressuring his love to keep pace. He knows any shred of affection from this man is well worth the wait. And Nobunaga can be very patient.*
“You want me on my knees? At your mercy?” *he purrs into Kicho’s ear.* “I would beg you if you desired it. Only you can make me feel this longing.”
“Or did you want to be the conquerer tonight?” *He asks. More than willing to reverse their roles according to Kicho’s whim. He nips playfully at Kicho’s ear. Promising aggression instead of submission if only Kicho so desired.*
*Playful fingers tease Kicho’s navel then slide lower to cup his hip. Gripping him tightly and drawing him oh so pleasantly against Nobunaga’s own body.* “You are temptation itself, my love.”
*Kicho's breath hitches at the feel of Nobunaga's mouth on his neck, the way his lover's lips and teeth mark his skin with possessive heat. He feels himself hardening against Nobunaga's body and he bites back a guttural moan, his hands clenching on the warm skin beneath them. He wants to ravish, to show his lover that it was he who truly held the power. But there is something in Nobunaga's words that makes him pause, his hands stilling for a moment.*
"You would kneel… for me?"
Nobunaga: *he is taking in every breath-every sound-that Kicho makes. He finds great pleasure in the hitch in his breathing and the sounds that promise Nobunaga is successfully summoning the pleasure he desires to give.*
*But nothing begs his attention more than Kicho’s voice. And when he asks the question Nobu is as ready to drown in the pleasure of the sound as he is to answer.*
*He laughs softly releasing Kicho’s hip so he can instead caress the smooth warm skin of his cheek. He can’t help letting his eyes move first to Kicho’s lips then to match Kicho’s gaze,*
“Only for you.” He murmurs. “I kneel for no one. Not even in jest. Yet you have the power to ask me to submit. If you wish for me to kneel as your lover I would.”
*he grips Kicho’s chin, lifting it so he can lean in and kiss his throat then along his jaw. There is no submission in his kisses. Yet he means every word.*
*Kicho's breathing quickens at the thought of Nobunaga on his knees before him. He can almost see it in his mind, the sight of his powerful lover at his mercy, submitting to him, begging for him. It's a vision that stirs a deep, primal part of him, one that craves ownership and control. He leans into the touch of Nobunaga's hand on his cheek, his eyes dark with desire and a hint of surprise at the intensity of his own reaction.*
"Nobunaga…" *He murmurs, his voice hoarse.*
Nobunaga: *His name and moans of pleasure were all he wanted to hear from those lips. His own intensity increased as his hot desire for this man built inside him.*
* He knew Kicho was right. That this fire within him could burn them both out and leave them helpless. Yet he wasn’t afraid of that outcome. Being vulnerable with Kicho wasn’t something to be feared. It was something he would be willing to experience with this incredible man.*
*As their bodies entwined in another wave of passion Nobunaga savored the sense of wonder. Wonder at his good fortune to have Kicho return to him. To gain his love and trust. To be able to have Kicho’s feelings echo this burning desire inside him. They would be one. And Nobunaga couldn’t be more pleased with his partner of choice.*
*Kicho doesn't allow him to finish his thought, crushing their mouths together in a searing kiss. He pulls back just enough to whisper against Nobunaga's lips*, "Kneel for me." *His voice is low, commanding, but there's an undercurrent of something else—desperation, longing. A rare vulnerability he only shows to Nobunaga.*
*He tightens his grip on the other man's chin for a moment before letting go and stepping back slightly. His eyes are molten with desire as they lock onto Nobunaga's.* "Now."
Nobunaga: *That kiss was as commanding as the words that followed. And something inside him twisted with pleasure at seeing this side of his partner. There was no disrespect or play for power here between them. Only a dominance that Nobunaga had always suspected Kicho was capable of.*
*his hand darted up to capture Kicho’s. He turned his head and placed a suddenly tender kiss into his lover’s palm. He held Kicho’s gaze as he bent a knee. His crimson eyes were clear and steady. There was no submission in them. Only curiosity and his usual clever smirk teased his lips as he settled onto the ground before Kicho.*
“My love.” *He stated firmly looking as comfortable as though he were lounging on his dias above the other warlords.*
*Kicho was his equal in this situation. And the love for this man burned in his soul as he looked up at him. Awaiting further requests. Hoping they followed his own desires.*
*Kicho’s breath comes fast now, his pulse roaring in his ears as he looks down at the sight of Nobunaga proud, untouchable Nobunaga on his knees before him. The intensity in those crimson eyes doesn’t waver, but Kicho knows this man is yielding only to him. Only ever to him.*
*A sharp exhale escapes him as he reaches down, fingers threading into Nobunaga’s hair with deliberate possessiveness.* "Look at you," He murmurs, voice rough.* "The Devil King of the Sixth Heaven… submitting."
*His grip tightens just enough to tilt Nobunaga's head back further. His other hand traces the line of his lover's jaw with reverence before sliding down the column of his throat and coming to rest lightly against it not a threat, but a reminder: control is given here. Not taken.*
"Tell me," *He rasps*, "do you regret it yet?"
*Gods those fingers were in his hair again! He wasn’t expecting such a quick reward but he would take it. He managed to suppress a sound of pleasure and instead focused on Kicho’s touch.*
*His face. His throat. Greed. Greed filled him at the thought of feeling those hands on more of his body. But this was about Kicho’s desires. Desires Nobunaga was exceedingly curious about.*
*At Kicho’s question he allowed himself to smirk again. His gaze moving over Kicho’s exposed-and unexposed-flesh as though it belonged to him. Could he regret opening this door to Kicho? When his lover appeared so completely enthralled?*
“Never.” *He stated calmly. The muscles of his throat flexed beneath those powerful fingers.* “I do nothing I will regret. Regret is foolish.”
*His gaze returned to Kicho’s face. Caressing it before colliding with those startling green eyes. He did nothing to prevent Kicho. Instead his gaze seemed inviting. Kicho had his permission to act as he pleased.*
*Kicho's lips part slightly at Nobunaga’s words, a flicker of something almost dangerous, something possessive and feral, flaring in his gaze. The air between them crackles with unspoken power, the push and pull of two men who refuse to truly surrender to anyone… except each other.*
*His thumb brushes the line of Nobunaga’s jaw once more before he tightens his grip in his hair again, pulling just enough to draw a soft sound from him.* "Good," *he murmurs, voice like dark silk.* "Because I have no intention of stopping."
*With that, he leans down and captures Nobunaga's mouth again, not as an equal this time, but as a conqueror. His kiss is deep, devouring, teeth catching briefly on his lover’s lower lip before he pulls away just enough to speak against it*
"Now show me how well you can serve your master."
@ask-kicho
Nobunaga: *Kicho’s touch invites his own. Yet he is careful not to hinder his lover. Allowing Kicho to take what liberties he desired. The kisses along his throat were tantalizingly sweet. And he would consider begging if it meant keeping those fingers in his hair.*
*his arms encircle Kicho’s waist. Drawing their bodies closer together without hindering Kicho’s kisses along his neck. He caresses his lover’s back. Enjoying the powerful shape of the muscles beneath the fabric of his clothes. Kicho was a work of art. One he would love to collect and keep for himself.*
Kicho… *he murmurs his lovers name like it’s a possession. One to treasure*
*Kicho's kisses continue their downward path, until he's nipping at the hollow of Nobunaga's throat, his teeth scraping lightly against the pulse point. His hands, meanwhile, have begun to slowly unbutton Nobunaga's kimono, nimble fingers making quick work of the fastenings. He pushes the fabric aside impatiently, baring the smooth, muscled chest beneath. Kicho runs his hands over the bare skin, tracing the contours of his lover's body with a possessive touch.* "You're mine…" *He whispers, barely audible, yet the intensity in his voice leaves no room for argument.*
Nobunaga: *The feeling of his lover’s teeth against his skin makes his breath hitch.*
*The loss of those hands in his hair is only a slight disappointment, however. For Kicho begins to free him from his kimono and the warmth of his touch on the exposed skin is just as rewarding. *
*Kicho’s hands were always skilled. Capable and clever. He was a man who earned Nobunaga’s respect over and over again. That the devil king could have earned this man’s loyalty and his love was quite the conquest.*
*The possesive declaration makes him smile and he buries his hands in Kicho’s hair this time. Gently demanding a kiss on the mouth. His own lips caressing his lover’s hungrily.*
I am yours. And you are mine. *He declares firmly*
*Kicho responds immediately, claiming his lover's mouth in a heated kiss. He pulls Nobunaga closer with a possessive grip, his hands roaming over the bare skin of his back as his tongue slides over his lips, demanding entry. He walks them backward until he has Nobunaga pinned against the wall, his lean body pressing against him, and continues the kiss until he is forced to break for air.*
"Mine…" *He repeats, his voice now ragged with desire.* "I'm going to mark you, Nobunaga. Everywhere."
Nobunaga: Then do so. Prove to me that I belong to you. *He purrs enjoying their matching ragged breathes. He eagerly pushes Kicho’s kimono from his shoulders as well. His devoted gaze moving over his prize like a hungry predator.*
*Having quickly caught his breath he leans in to resume their fervent exploration of each other. Biting hard enough to leave marks on that perfect skin. Eager hands exploring Kicho’s chest and abdomen before pulling the other man flush against his own body.*
*The wall behind him gave him leverage to push back. To get closer. To try to occupy the same space as his lover. They allowed their heated passions to battle each other in a dance of ecstasy. Moving together despite being separate. Needing each other almost desperately.*
*Kicho's breath hitches as Nobunaga bites down on his skin, a low moan catching in his throat. His body responds immediately to his lover's touch, arching into the contact and pressing against him with increasing urgency. But despite his obvious desire, Kicho takes his time, letting his hands wander across Nobunaga's body with a deliberate slowness, teasing, tantalizing.*
"Impatient, Nobunaga." *He murmurs, the hint of a smirk playing at the corner of his lips.* "If you keep this up, you won't be able to stand by the end."
Nobunaga: *He catches the sound of that groan and a smirk teases the edge of his lips. He continues to nibble along the ridge of Kicho’s bare shoulder.*
*As his lover shifts to a more leisurely pace he utters a tender hum and follows suit. He is willing to keep pace with his partner. This will be so much more pleasant than pressuring his love to keep pace. He knows any shred of affection from this man is well worth the wait. And Nobunaga can be very patient.*
“You want me on my knees? At your mercy?” *he purrs into Kicho’s ear.* “I would beg you if you desired it. Only you can make me feel this longing.”
“Or did you want to be the conquerer tonight?” *He asks. More than willing to reverse their roles according to Kicho’s whim. He nips playfully at Kicho’s ear. Promising aggression instead of submission if only Kicho so desired.*
*Playful fingers tease Kicho’s navel then slide lower to cup his hip. Gripping him tightly and drawing him oh so pleasantly against Nobunaga’s own body.* “You are temptation itself, my love.”
*Kicho's breath hitches at the feel of Nobunaga's mouth on his neck, the way his lover's lips and teeth mark his skin with possessive heat. He feels himself hardening against Nobunaga's body and he bites back a guttural moan, his hands clenching on the warm skin beneath them. He wants to ravish, to show his lover that it was he who truly held the power. But there is something in Nobunaga's words that makes him pause, his hands stilling for a moment.*
"You would kneel… for me?"
Nobunaga: *he is taking in every breath-every sound-that Kicho makes. He finds great pleasure in the hitch in his breathing and the sounds that promise Nobunaga is successfully summoning the pleasure he desires to give.*
*But nothing begs his attention more than Kicho’s voice. And when he asks the question Nobu is as ready to drown in the pleasure of the sound as he is to answer.*
*He laughs softly releasing Kicho’s hip so he can instead caress the smooth warm skin of his cheek. He can’t help letting his eyes move first to Kicho’s lips then to match Kicho’s gaze,*
“Only for you.” He murmurs. “I kneel for no one. Not even in jest. Yet you have the power to ask me to submit. If you wish for me to kneel as your lover I would.”
*he grips Kicho’s chin, lifting it so he can lean in and kiss his throat then along his jaw. There is no submission in his kisses. Yet he means every word.*
*Kicho's breathing quickens at the thought of Nobunaga on his knees before him. He can almost see it in his mind, the sight of his powerful lover at his mercy, submitting to him, begging for him. It's a vision that stirs a deep, primal part of him, one that craves ownership and control. He leans into the touch of Nobunaga's hand on his cheek, his eyes dark with desire and a hint of surprise at the intensity of his own reaction.*
"Nobunaga…" *He murmurs, his voice hoarse.*
Nobunaga: *His name and moans of pleasure were all he wanted to hear from those lips. His own intensity increased as his hot desire for this man built inside him.*
* He knew Kicho was right. That this fire within him could burn them both out and leave them helpless. Yet he wasn’t afraid of that outcome. Being vulnerable with Kicho wasn’t something to be feared. It was something he would be willing to experience with this incredible man.*
*As their bodies entwined in another wave of passion Nobunaga savored the sense of wonder. Wonder at his good fortune to have Kicho return to him. To gain his love and trust. To be able to have Kicho’s feelings echo this burning desire inside him. They would be one. And Nobunaga couldn’t be more pleased with his partner of choice.*
*Kicho doesn't allow him to finish his thought, crushing their mouths together in a searing kiss. He pulls back just enough to whisper against Nobunaga's lips*, "Kneel for me." *His voice is low, commanding, but there's an undercurrent of something else—desperation, longing. A rare vulnerability he only shows to Nobunaga.*
*He tightens his grip on the other man's chin for a moment before letting go and stepping back slightly. His eyes are molten with desire as they lock onto Nobunaga's.* "Now."
Nobunaga: *That kiss was as commanding as the words that followed. And something inside him twisted with pleasure at seeing this side of his partner. There was no disrespect or play for power here between them. Only a dominance that Nobunaga had always suspected Kicho was capable of.*
*his hand darted up to capture Kicho’s. He turned his head and placed a suddenly tender kiss into his lover’s palm. He held Kicho’s gaze as he bent a knee. His crimson eyes were clear and steady. There was no submission in them. Only curiosity and his usual clever smirk teased his lips as he settled onto the ground before Kicho.*
“My love.” *He stated firmly looking as comfortable as though he were lounging on his dias above the other warlords.*
*Kicho was his equal in this situation. And the love for this man burned in his soul as he looked up at him. Awaiting further requests. Hoping they followed his own desires.*
*Kicho’s breath comes fast now, his pulse roaring in his ears as he looks down at the sight of Nobunaga proud, untouchable Nobunaga on his knees before him. The intensity in those crimson eyes doesn’t waver, but Kicho knows this man is yielding only to him. Only ever to him.*
*A sharp exhale escapes him as he reaches down, fingers threading into Nobunaga’s hair with deliberate possessiveness.* "Look at you," He murmurs, voice rough.* "The Devil King of the Sixth Heaven… submitting."
*His grip tightens just enough to tilt Nobunaga's head back further. His other hand traces the line of his lover's jaw with reverence before sliding down the column of his throat and coming to rest lightly against it not a threat, but a reminder: control is given here. Not taken.*
"Tell me," *He rasps*, "do you regret it yet?"
@ask-kicho
Nobunaga: *Kicho’s touch invites his own. Yet he is careful not to hinder his lover. Allowing Kicho to take what liberties he desired. The kisses along his throat were tantalizingly sweet. And he would consider begging if it meant keeping those fingers in his hair.*
*his arms encircle Kicho’s waist. Drawing their bodies closer together without hindering Kicho’s kisses along his neck. He caresses his lover’s back. Enjoying the powerful shape of the muscles beneath the fabric of his clothes. Kicho was a work of art. One he would love to collect and keep for himself.*
Kicho… *he murmurs his lovers name like it’s a possession. One to treasure*
*Kicho's kisses continue their downward path, until he's nipping at the hollow of Nobunaga's throat, his teeth scraping lightly against the pulse point. His hands, meanwhile, have begun to slowly unbutton Nobunaga's kimono, nimble fingers making quick work of the fastenings. He pushes the fabric aside impatiently, baring the smooth, muscled chest beneath. Kicho runs his hands over the bare skin, tracing the contours of his lover's body with a possessive touch.* "You're mine…" *He whispers, barely audible, yet the intensity in his voice leaves no room for argument.*
Nobunaga: *The feeling of his lover’s teeth against his skin makes his breath hitch.*
*The loss of those hands in his hair is only a slight disappointment, however. For Kicho begins to free him from his kimono and the warmth of his touch on the exposed skin is just as rewarding. *
*Kicho’s hands were always skilled. Capable and clever. He was a man who earned Nobunaga’s respect over and over again. That the devil king could have earned this man’s loyalty and his love was quite the conquest.*
*The possesive declaration makes him smile and he buries his hands in Kicho’s hair this time. Gently demanding a kiss on the mouth. His own lips caressing his lover’s hungrily.*
I am yours. And you are mine. *He declares firmly*
*Kicho responds immediately, claiming his lover's mouth in a heated kiss. He pulls Nobunaga closer with a possessive grip, his hands roaming over the bare skin of his back as his tongue slides over his lips, demanding entry. He walks them backward until he has Nobunaga pinned against the wall, his lean body pressing against him, and continues the kiss until he is forced to break for air.*
"Mine…" *He repeats, his voice now ragged with desire.* "I'm going to mark you, Nobunaga. Everywhere."
Nobunaga: Then do so. Prove to me that I belong to you. *He purrs enjoying their matching ragged breathes. He eagerly pushes Kicho’s kimono from his shoulders as well. His devoted gaze moving over his prize like a hungry predator.*
*Having quickly caught his breath he leans in to resume their fervent exploration of each other. Biting hard enough to leave marks on that perfect skin. Eager hands exploring Kicho’s chest and abdomen before pulling the other man flush against his own body.*
*The wall behind him gave him leverage to push back. To get closer. To try to occupy the same space as his lover. They allowed their heated passions to battle each other in a dance of ecstasy. Moving together despite being separate. Needing each other almost desperately.*
*Kicho's breath hitches as Nobunaga bites down on his skin, a low moan catching in his throat. His body responds immediately to his lover's touch, arching into the contact and pressing against him with increasing urgency. But despite his obvious desire, Kicho takes his time, letting his hands wander across Nobunaga's body with a deliberate slowness, teasing, tantalizing.*
"Impatient, Nobunaga." *He murmurs, the hint of a smirk playing at the corner of his lips.* "If you keep this up, you won't be able to stand by the end."
Nobunaga: *He catches the sound of that groan and a smirk teases the edge of his lips. He continues to nibble along the ridge of Kicho’s bare shoulder.*
*As his lover shifts to a more leisurely pace he utters a tender hum and follows suit. He is willing to keep pace with his partner. This will be so much more pleasant than pressuring his love to keep pace. He knows any shred of affection from this man is well worth the wait. And Nobunaga can be very patient.*
“You want me on my knees? At your mercy?” *he purrs into Kicho’s ear.* “I would beg you if you desired it. Only you can make me feel this longing.”
“Or did you want to be the conquerer tonight?” *He asks. More than willing to reverse their roles according to Kicho’s whim. He nips playfully at Kicho’s ear. Promising aggression instead of submission if only Kicho so desired.*
*Playful fingers tease Kicho’s navel then slide lower to cup his hip. Gripping him tightly and drawing him oh so pleasantly against Nobunaga’s own body.* “You are temptation itself, my love.”
*Kicho's breath hitches at the feel of Nobunaga's mouth on his neck, the way his lover's lips and teeth mark his skin with possessive heat. He feels himself hardening against Nobunaga's body and he bites back a guttural moan, his hands clenching on the warm skin beneath them. He wants to ravish, to show his lover that it was he who truly held the power. But there is something in Nobunaga's words that makes him pause, his hands stilling for a moment.*
"You would kneel… for me?"
Nobunaga: *he is taking in every breath-every sound-that Kicho makes. He finds great pleasure in the hitch in his breathing and the sounds that promise Nobunaga is successfully summoning the pleasure he desires to give.*
*But nothing begs his attention more than Kicho’s voice. And when he asks the question Nobu is as ready to drown in the pleasure of the sound as he is to answer.*
*He laughs softly releasing Kicho’s hip so he can instead caress the smooth warm skin of his cheek. He can’t help letting his eyes move first to Kicho’s lips then to match Kicho’s gaze,*
“Only for you.” He murmurs. “I kneel for no one. Not even in jest. Yet you have the power to ask me to submit. If you wish for me to kneel as your lover I would.”
*he grips Kicho’s chin, lifting it so he can lean in and kiss his throat then along his jaw. There is no submission in his kisses. Yet he means every word.*
*Kicho's breathing quickens at the thought of Nobunaga on his knees before him. He can almost see it in his mind, the sight of his powerful lover at his mercy, submitting to him, begging for him. It's a vision that stirs a deep, primal part of him, one that craves ownership and control. He leans into the touch of Nobunaga's hand on his cheek, his eyes dark with desire and a hint of surprise at the intensity of his own reaction.*
"Nobunaga…" *He murmurs, his voice hoarse.*
Nobunaga: *His name and moans of pleasure were all he wanted to hear from those lips. His own intensity increased as his hot desire for this man built inside him.*
* He knew Kicho was right. That this fire within him could burn them both out and leave them helpless. Yet he wasn’t afraid of that outcome. Being vulnerable with Kicho wasn’t something to be feared. It was something he would be willing to experience with this incredible man.*
*As their bodies entwined in another wave of passion Nobunaga savored the sense of wonder. Wonder at his good fortune to have Kicho return to him. To gain his love and trust. To be able to have Kicho’s feelings echo this burning desire inside him. They would be one. And Nobunaga couldn’t be more pleased with his partner of choice.*
*Kicho doesn't allow him to finish his thought, crushing their mouths together in a searing kiss. He pulls back just enough to whisper against Nobunaga's lips*, "Kneel for me." *His voice is low, commanding, but there's an undercurrent of something else—desperation, longing. A rare vulnerability he only shows to Nobunaga.*
*He tightens his grip on the other man's chin for a moment before letting go and stepping back slightly. His eyes are molten with desire as they lock onto Nobunaga's.* "Now."
@ask-kicho
Nobunaga: *Kicho’s touch invites his own. Yet he is careful not to hinder his lover. Allowing Kicho to take what liberties he desired. The kisses along his throat were tantalizingly sweet. And he would consider begging if it meant keeping those fingers in his hair.*
*his arms encircle Kicho’s waist. Drawing their bodies closer together without hindering Kicho’s kisses along his neck. He caresses his lover’s back. Enjoying the powerful shape of the muscles beneath the fabric of his clothes. Kicho was a work of art. One he would love to collect and keep for himself.*
Kicho… *he murmurs his lovers name like it’s a possession. One to treasure*
*Kicho's kisses continue their downward path, until he's nipping at the hollow of Nobunaga's throat, his teeth scraping lightly against the pulse point. His hands, meanwhile, have begun to slowly unbutton Nobunaga's kimono, nimble fingers making quick work of the fastenings. He pushes the fabric aside impatiently, baring the smooth, muscled chest beneath. Kicho runs his hands over the bare skin, tracing the contours of his lover's body with a possessive touch.* "You're mine…" *He whispers, barely audible, yet the intensity in his voice leaves no room for argument.*
Nobunaga: *The feeling of his lover’s teeth against his skin makes his breath hitch.*
*The loss of those hands in his hair is only a slight disappointment, however. For Kicho begins to free him from his kimono and the warmth of his touch on the exposed skin is just as rewarding. *
*Kicho’s hands were always skilled. Capable and clever. He was a man who earned Nobunaga’s respect over and over again. That the devil king could have earned this man’s loyalty and his love was quite the conquest.*
*The possesive declaration makes him smile and he buries his hands in Kicho’s hair this time. Gently demanding a kiss on the mouth. His own lips caressing his lover’s hungrily.*
I am yours. And you are mine. *He declares firmly*
*Kicho responds immediately, claiming his lover's mouth in a heated kiss. He pulls Nobunaga closer with a possessive grip, his hands roaming over the bare skin of his back as his tongue slides over his lips, demanding entry. He walks them backward until he has Nobunaga pinned against the wall, his lean body pressing against him, and continues the kiss until he is forced to break for air.*
"Mine…" *He repeats, his voice now ragged with desire.* "I'm going to mark you, Nobunaga. Everywhere."
Nobunaga: Then do so. Prove to me that I belong to you. *He purrs enjoying their matching ragged breathes. He eagerly pushes Kicho’s kimono from his shoulders as well. His devoted gaze moving over his prize like a hungry predator.*
*Having quickly caught his breath he leans in to resume their fervent exploration of each other. Biting hard enough to leave marks on that perfect skin. Eager hands exploring Kicho’s chest and abdomen before pulling the other man flush against his own body.*
*The wall behind him gave him leverage to push back. To get closer. To try to occupy the same space as his lover. They allowed their heated passions to battle each other in a dance of ecstasy. Moving together despite being separate. Needing each other almost desperately.*
*Kicho's breath hitches as Nobunaga bites down on his skin, a low moan catching in his throat. His body responds immediately to his lover's touch, arching into the contact and pressing against him with increasing urgency. But despite his obvious desire, Kicho takes his time, letting his hands wander across Nobunaga's body with a deliberate slowness, teasing, tantalizing.*
"Impatient, Nobunaga." *He murmurs, the hint of a smirk playing at the corner of his lips.* "If you keep this up, you won't be able to stand by the end."
Nobunaga: *He catches the sound of that groan and a smirk teases the edge of his lips. He continues to nibble along the ridge of Kicho’s bare shoulder.*
*As his lover shifts to a more leisurely pace he utters a tender hum and follows suit. He is willing to keep pace with his partner. This will be so much more pleasant than pressuring his love to keep pace. He knows any shred of affection from this man is well worth the wait. And Nobunaga can be very patient.*
“You want me on my knees? At your mercy?” *he purrs into Kicho’s ear.* “I would beg you if you desired it. Only you can make me feel this longing.”
“Or did you want to be the conquerer tonight?” *He asks. More than willing to reverse their roles according to Kicho’s whim. He nips playfully at Kicho’s ear. Promising aggression instead of submission if only Kicho so desired.*
*Playful fingers tease Kicho’s navel then slide lower to cup his hip. Gripping him tightly and drawing him oh so pleasantly against Nobunaga’s own body.* “You are temptation itself, my love.”
*Kicho's breath hitches at the feel of Nobunaga's mouth on his neck, the way his lover's lips and teeth mark his skin with possessive heat. He feels himself hardening against Nobunaga's body and he bites back a guttural moan, his hands clenching on the warm skin beneath them. He wants to ravish, to show his lover that it was he who truly held the power. But there is something in Nobunaga's words that makes him pause, his hands stilling for a moment.*
"You would kneel… for me?"
Nobunaga: *he is taking in every breath-every sound-that Kicho makes. He finds great pleasure in the hitch in his breathing and the sounds that promise Nobunaga is successfully summoning the pleasure he desires to give.*
*But nothing begs his attention more than Kicho’s voice. And when he asks the question Nobu is as ready to drown in the pleasure of the sound as he is to answer.*
*He laughs softly releasing Kicho’s hip so he can instead caress the smooth warm skin of his cheek. He can’t help letting his eyes move first to Kicho’s lips then to match Kicho’s gaze,*
“Only for you.” He murmurs. “I kneel for no one. Not even in jest. Yet you have the power to ask me to submit. If you wish for me to kneel as your lover I would.”
*he grips Kicho’s chin, lifting it so he can lean in and kiss his throat then along his jaw. There is no submission in his kisses. Yet he means every word.*
*Kicho's breathing quickens at the thought of Nobunaga on his knees before him. He can almost see it in his mind, the sight of his powerful lover at his mercy, submitting to him, begging for him. It's a vision that stirs a deep, primal part of him, one that craves ownership and control. He leans into the touch of Nobunaga's hand on his cheek, his eyes dark with desire and a hint of surprise at the intensity of his own reaction.*
"Nobunaga…" *He murmurs, his voice hoarse.*
@ask-kicho
Nobunaga: *Kicho’s touch invites his own. Yet he is careful not to hinder his lover. Allowing Kicho to take what liberties he desired. The kisses along his throat were tantalizingly sweet. And he would consider begging if it meant keeping those fingers in his hair.*
*his arms encircle Kicho’s waist. Drawing their bodies closer together without hindering Kicho’s kisses along his neck. He caresses his lover’s back. Enjoying the powerful shape of the muscles beneath the fabric of his clothes. Kicho was a work of art. One he would love to collect and keep for himself.*
Kicho… *he murmurs his lovers name like it’s a possession. One to treasure*
*Kicho's kisses continue their downward path, until he's nipping at the hollow of Nobunaga's throat, his teeth scraping lightly against the pulse point. His hands, meanwhile, have begun to slowly unbutton Nobunaga's kimono, nimble fingers making quick work of the fastenings. He pushes the fabric aside impatiently, baring the smooth, muscled chest beneath. Kicho runs his hands over the bare skin, tracing the contours of his lover's body with a possessive touch.* "You're mine…" *He whispers, barely audible, yet the intensity in his voice leaves no room for argument.*
Nobunaga: *The feeling of his lover’s teeth against his skin makes his breath hitch.*
*The loss of those hands in his hair is only a slight disappointment, however. For Kicho begins to free him from his kimono and the warmth of his touch on the exposed skin is just as rewarding. *
*Kicho’s hands were always skilled. Capable and clever. He was a man who earned Nobunaga’s respect over and over again. That the devil king could have earned this man’s loyalty and his love was quite the conquest.*
*The possesive declaration makes him smile and he buries his hands in Kicho’s hair this time. Gently demanding a kiss on the mouth. His own lips caressing his lover’s hungrily.*
I am yours. And you are mine. *He declares firmly*
*Kicho responds immediately, claiming his lover's mouth in a heated kiss. He pulls Nobunaga closer with a possessive grip, his hands roaming over the bare skin of his back as his tongue slides over his lips, demanding entry. He walks them backward until he has Nobunaga pinned against the wall, his lean body pressing against him, and continues the kiss until he is forced to break for air.*
"Mine…" *He repeats, his voice now ragged with desire.* "I'm going to mark you, Nobunaga. Everywhere."
Nobunaga: Then do so. Prove to me that I belong to you. *He purrs enjoying their matching ragged breathes. He eagerly pushes Kicho’s kimono from his shoulders as well. His devoted gaze moving over his prize like a hungry predator.*
*Having quickly caught his breath he leans in to resume their fervent exploration of each other. Biting hard enough to leave marks on that perfect skin. Eager hands exploring Kicho’s chest and abdomen before pulling the other man flush against his own body.*
*The wall behind him gave him leverage to push back. To get closer. To try to occupy the same space as his lover. They allowed their heated passions to battle each other in a dance of ecstasy. Moving together despite being separate. Needing each other almost desperately.*
*Kicho's breath hitches as Nobunaga bites down on his skin, a low moan catching in his throat. His body responds immediately to his lover's touch, arching into the contact and pressing against him with increasing urgency. But despite his obvious desire, Kicho takes his time, letting his hands wander across Nobunaga's body with a deliberate slowness, teasing, tantalizing.*
"Impatient, Nobunaga." *He murmurs, the hint of a smirk playing at the corner of his lips.* "If you keep this up, you won't be able to stand by the end."
Nobunaga: *He catches the sound of that groan and a smirk teases the edge of his lips. He continues to nibble along the ridge of Kicho’s bare shoulder.*
*As his lover shifts to a more leisurely pace he utters a tender hum and follows suit. He is willing to keep pace with his partner. This will be so much more pleasant than pressuring his love to keep pace. He knows any shred of affection from this man is well worth the wait. And Nobunaga can be very patient.*
“You want me on my knees? At your mercy?” *he purrs into Kicho’s ear.* “I would beg you if you desired it. Only you can make me feel this longing.”
“Or did you want to be the conquerer tonight?” *He asks. More than willing to reverse their roles according to Kicho’s whim. He nips playfully at Kicho’s ear. Promising aggression instead of submission if only Kicho so desired.*
*Playful fingers tease Kicho’s navel then slide lower to cup his hip. Gripping him tightly and drawing him oh so pleasantly against Nobunaga’s own body.* “You are temptation itself, my love.”
*Kicho's breath hitches at the feel of Nobunaga's mouth on his neck, the way his lover's lips and teeth mark his skin with possessive heat. He feels himself hardening against Nobunaga's body and he bites back a guttural moan, his hands clenching on the warm skin beneath them. He wants to ravish, to show his lover that it was he who truly held the power. But there is something in Nobunaga's words that makes him pause, his hands stilling for a moment.*
"You would kneel… for me?"
@ask-kicho
Nobunaga: *Kicho’s touch invites his own. Yet he is careful not to hinder his lover. Allowing Kicho to take what liberties he desired. The kisses along his throat were tantalizingly sweet. And he would consider begging if it meant keeping those fingers in his hair.*
*his arms encircle Kicho’s waist. Drawing their bodies closer together without hindering Kicho’s kisses along his neck. He caresses his lover’s back. Enjoying the powerful shape of the muscles beneath the fabric of his clothes. Kicho was a work of art. One he would love to collect and keep for himself.*
Kicho… *he murmurs his lovers name like it’s a possession. One to treasure*
*Kicho's kisses continue their downward path, until he's nipping at the hollow of Nobunaga's throat, his teeth scraping lightly against the pulse point. His hands, meanwhile, have begun to slowly unbutton Nobunaga's kimono, nimble fingers making quick work of the fastenings. He pushes the fabric aside impatiently, baring the smooth, muscled chest beneath. Kicho runs his hands over the bare skin, tracing the contours of his lover's body with a possessive touch.* "You're mine…" *He whispers, barely audible, yet the intensity in his voice leaves no room for argument.*
Nobunaga: *The feeling of his lover’s teeth against his skin makes his breath hitch.*
*The loss of those hands in his hair is only a slight disappointment, however. For Kicho begins to free him from his kimono and the warmth of his touch on the exposed skin is just as rewarding. *
*Kicho’s hands were always skilled. Capable and clever. He was a man who earned Nobunaga’s respect over and over again. That the devil king could have earned this man’s loyalty and his love was quite the conquest.*
*The possesive declaration makes him smile and he buries his hands in Kicho’s hair this time. Gently demanding a kiss on the mouth. His own lips caressing his lover’s hungrily.*
I am yours. And you are mine. *He declares firmly*
*Kicho responds immediately, claiming his lover's mouth in a heated kiss. He pulls Nobunaga closer with a possessive grip, his hands roaming over the bare skin of his back as his tongue slides over his lips, demanding entry. He walks them backward until he has Nobunaga pinned against the wall, his lean body pressing against him, and continues the kiss until he is forced to break for air.*
"Mine…" *He repeats, his voice now ragged with desire.* "I'm going to mark you, Nobunaga. Everywhere."
Nobunaga: Then do so. Prove to me that I belong to you. *He purrs enjoying their matching ragged breathes. He eagerly pushes Kicho’s kimono from his shoulders as well. His devoted gaze moving over his prize like a hungry predator.*
*Having quickly caught his breath he leans in to resume their fervent exploration of each other. Biting hard enough to leave marks on that perfect skin. Eager hands exploring Kicho’s chest and abdomen before pulling the other man flush against his own body.*
*The wall behind him gave him leverage to push back. To get closer. To try to occupy the same space as his lover. They allowed their heated passions to battle each other in a dance of ecstasy. Moving together despite being separate. Needing each other almost desperately.*
*Kicho's breath hitches as Nobunaga bites down on his skin, a low moan catching in his throat. His body responds immediately to his lover's touch, arching into the contact and pressing against him with increasing urgency. But despite his obvious desire, Kicho takes his time, letting his hands wander across Nobunaga's body with a deliberate slowness, teasing, tantalizing.*
"Impatient, Nobunaga." *He murmurs, the hint of a smirk playing at the corner of his lips.* "If you keep this up, you won't be able to stand by the end."
@ask-kicho
Nobunaga: *Kicho’s touch invites his own. Yet he is careful not to hinder his lover. Allowing Kicho to take what liberties he desired. The kisses along his throat were tantalizingly sweet. And he would consider begging if it meant keeping those fingers in his hair.*
*his arms encircle Kicho’s waist. Drawing their bodies closer together without hindering Kicho’s kisses along his neck. He caresses his lover’s back. Enjoying the powerful shape of the muscles beneath the fabric of his clothes. Kicho was a work of art. One he would love to collect and keep for himself.*
Kicho… *he murmurs his lovers name like it’s a possession. One to treasure*
*Kicho's kisses continue their downward path, until he's nipping at the hollow of Nobunaga's throat, his teeth scraping lightly against the pulse point. His hands, meanwhile, have begun to slowly unbutton Nobunaga's kimono, nimble fingers making quick work of the fastenings. He pushes the fabric aside impatiently, baring the smooth, muscled chest beneath. Kicho runs his hands over the bare skin, tracing the contours of his lover's body with a possessive touch.* "You're mine…" *He whispers, barely audible, yet the intensity in his voice leaves no room for argument.*
Nobunaga: *The feeling of his lover’s teeth against his skin makes his breath hitch.*
*The loss of those hands in his hair is only a slight disappointment, however. For Kicho begins to free him from his kimono and the warmth of his touch on the exposed skin is just as rewarding. *
*Kicho’s hands were always skilled. Capable and clever. He was a man who earned Nobunaga’s respect over and over again. That the devil king could have earned this man’s loyalty and his love was quite the conquest.*
*The possesive declaration makes him smile and he buries his hands in Kicho’s hair this time. Gently demanding a kiss on the mouth. His own lips caressing his lover’s hungrily.*
I am yours. And you are mine. *He declares firmly*
*Kicho responds immediately, claiming his lover's mouth in a heated kiss. He pulls Nobunaga closer with a possessive grip, his hands roaming over the bare skin of his back as his tongue slides over his lips, demanding entry. He walks them backward until he has Nobunaga pinned against the wall, his lean body pressing against him, and continues the kiss until he is forced to break for air.*
"Mine…" *He repeats, his voice now ragged with desire.* "I'm going to mark you, Nobunaga. Everywhere."
