Bound To The Dust

the tech chuckles in a low, guttural rumble against his boyfriend's lips. "orready gotcha speakin' in broken sentences, huh?" with that weight off the blonde's shoulders, it's not really surprising at all that he's reacting so strongly. izuru's libido's always been a good deal higher than his own and even though they haven't always been home at the same time, he's pretty sure the smaller man's not even had the energy to use his own hand lately. frankly, he's impressed izuru hasn't imploded at the slightest touch. "ain't gotta be in such a hurry," akon comments teasingly and slides his knee just out of the young doctor's reach. foreplay's not usually the horned man's area of expertise but he at least wants to try indulging his overworked boyfriend right now———izuru's more than earned it. "lemme look after ya, yeah?" dry lips work their way down to the section of skin that's drawn tight over izuru's larynx and he's immovable against the tug on his baggy shirt trying to pull him in. once the lab tech's got his mind set on something, it's pretty damn difficult to convince him otherwise. the hand he hasn't got squarely buried in the slighter man's hair (the one that'd been exploring earlier) once again takes advantage of that exposed, slim chest and grazes over mottled, twisted flesh far more boldly than before. "don't tell y' enough how damn pretty ya are..."

--- Akon is correct in his thinking. Izuru hadn't had time even for a few minutes of self-love lately. But then, the stress of his busy schedule had been enough to dampen his usually high sex-drive. But with Akon's hands on him, his lips brushing along sensitive skin, and the rest of the day and tomorrow wide open.. It blazes inside him like a forgotten campfire catching dry grass. Not just because his needs hadn't been sated lately, but because he had missed Akon, too. Even putting his hand to himself wouldn't have been enough today, so it is genuinely a blessing that cannot be overstated that Akon has the same hours off as he does right now.

"Mm.." He curves into Akon's space, off the mattress, but fails to receive what he is after, with Akon pulling away from him. Cruel of him. Izuru whines quietly when his boyfriend suggests they take their time. "Why?" He demands. It is unlike Akon, so he can only surmise it is something the labtech has thought of for his sake. A sweet kind of torture. He squirms a little, but Akon's vice grip on his hair leaves him little room to do so without a sting running through his scalp. And those lips on his throat.. He's partial to listening to that low voice, asking him to allow him to take care of him for once. A soft groan leaves him, but he allows himself to fall back against the mattress. Something for his favourite scientist to play and experiment with.

As per usual, Akon's interest is quickly focused on the scarring across his shoulder and torso, but the words that follow are rare indeed. Izuru flushes. "Hush.." he mutters, his fingers pushing into the back of Akon's hair and curling into the spiky ends. "You're making me blush.."

#[oh damn i need a tag for this au]#[for anyone else this is an au where Rose owns a sexclub with Lisa and izuru used to be a frequenting sexworker turned kept boyfriend lolol #[occasionally they give a shibari show together]#epiphemera ( Rose }

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“He who does not understand your silence will probably not understand you words.”

— Elbert Hubbard

〘 club-au!rose 〙 "as a hypothetical, dove, how would you feel if i made some of your poetry into artwork for the private rooms?" of course, the names would have to be scribbled out but his muse has such lovely handwriting, he's sure he could make it work.

--- He looks up from the small, battered notebook he had been writing in. He'll need to invest in a new one soon. There are only about a dozen pages left in this one. He likes to buy them right when the current ones run out, otherwise, he'll simply find himself writing in the one closest to him at any time, his writing scattered across pages, locations, and times. Once he's filled these pages, he will paste a patch of tape on the back of it, writing the dates on it, and slot it into the bookcase next to the other, nearly identical ones.

His brow creases a little. "Are you sure..?" He doesn't think they're all that. They're just scribbles. Filthy scribbles, sometimes, heart-shattering others. He does not mind sharing them with Rose, though it embarrasses him still. Much more than the position Rose had met him in, and much, much more than exposing his body to stranger. But.. To make an exposé out of them? These pieces of his soul?

"Won't people think they're.. You know.. Kitschey?" Though, if they were spending money on a private room, chances are they won't be paying attention to the manner of wall decorations.

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[ Spine Kisses, though. (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ Especially those lingering, open-mouthed kisses pressed at the very base, and send the deepest shudders of the utmost pleasure rolling lazily all the way up; lovingly caressing every nerve ending and vertebrae in a manner that leaves one absolutely helpless to do anything but moan their appreciation, l o u d l y. (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ ]

he has to admit it, the way the blonde grabs for his phone and scolds him is kinda cute and does leave him smirking a little. izuru's not the only doctor in the hospital, people probably aren't gonna die because he specifically couldn't take the call to come in and work himself into one of those beds. akon sits back and listens in with silent approval as his boyfriend actually manages to be firm with the dean, putting his foot down for a change and putting his own safety first. it knows it's hard for the young doctor to do so. he also notices that izuru hasn't remembered to turn off the 'do no disturb' mode the tech's set it to earlier but there's no way in hell he's gonna correct that oversight. the horned man chuckles quietly at that pouting. "proud o' ya," he murmurs as he urges the blonde back up to sitting. one blunt-fingered hand then works its way back into that sleep-ruffled hair and he pulls izuru into a long-overdue kiss——slow but not soft by any means and full of unhurried intent.

it doesn't take akon long to press the slighter man back to the mattress, one knee easing between those lean thighs as he uses his grasp in that silky hair to tilt izuru's head back.

maybe he should've tried this method sooner...

#v; modern #epiphemera {akon}#nsfw ish

--- Now that he has managed it, he is actually beyond relieved that he won't have to work beyond his regular schedule for a while, and not at all for the next two days. It seems like suddenly the world is a little brighter, and there is more oxygen in the air. A soft sigh leaves him as he lavishes in it a moment, quite comfortable half-sprawled across Akon's lap.

Soon enough, though, he's easily maneuvered into a seated position, and before he can ask, his boyfriend's lips are on his own. Well, that is what he asked for, so there is hardly reason for complaint. And indeed, he hums appreciatively, soon devolving into a soft moan as that kiss turns hungrier, and his back becomes re-acquainted with the mattress. He is quick to grind up into that leg slid between his own, groaning softly, though with some strain once his head is tilted back and the skin pulled taut across his throat, making it difficult even to swallow. Izuru manages a choked rendition of Akon's name, his hands winding into the plentiful fabric at either side of his boyfriend's waist. It's delightful to bunch up the excess of Akon's oversized clothing in his fists, it makes for a perfect outlet for pleasure, or pain, or both..

"Hahh- I didn't.. Realize.." How much he'd missed this. He couldn't even really spare a thought for this kind of intimacy in the past few weeks, but now that the pressure was off, his body was quick to jump on board with their current activities. Akon's barely touched him and he's already growing hard and needy. A soft whine escapes him as he pulls on the fabric in his hands, like he needs him closer still.

izuru can be too damn selfless sometimes... while most would find it an endearing trait, the lab tech is less than impressed by the wavering. in his opinion, the blonde needs to spend less time trying to make life easier for others and a little more time working on his own. fortunately, akon does a decent-enough job of watching out for him. that laugh is like the smooth whirring of a properly-balanced centrifuge to his ears. "maybe no' qui' tha' long...." the horned man's stamina is good, but not that good. it's been a bit, after all, and even with his lower libido, akon's starting to feel the strain. he can't even imagine how his boyfriend's been coping. "'course... if y'd rather work..." he stretches and shifts like he's tempted to lie back down to sleep some more but the tech knows full well that his offer's grabbed the smaller man's attention. telling that is easy. "bu' i ain't doin' nothin' til y' made that call." that way izuru can't simply back out later. he gropes at the mattress behind him where he's stashed the young doctor's phone and dangles it out in front of him between forefinger and thumb. "what's i' gonna be?"

--- He shakes his head a little "Ah, come on, I believe in you," he jokes. Though even if it isn't two days, they might have multiple rounds in them, and, well.. The napping inbetween would be enough to sway the exhausted doctor.

Even so, he doesn't miss how Akon is keeping this amazing prospect hostage from him. "Manipulative.." He accuses, but since Akon made his veiled offer, the smile hasn't left his lips. He knows Akon is giving him incentive in order to watch out for him, so he isn't upset so much as it still just feels like it'll be tedious to accomplish what Akon wants in return for his promise.

When offered, he does find himself leaning forward and snatching his phone from his boyfriend. So that's where that went! "There could have been an emergency, you know.." Even though he is not on call right now. He sighs as he scrolls through his contacts to find the dean of medicine. A moment of staring at the name passes where his thumb hovers over it, like weighing his options, but then he presses the call button.

The call goes about as well as expected. The dean of medicine attempt to sway him to keep his schedule as is, giving the same reasons Izuru already thought of why he might be the most suitable candidate to pick up the shifts, but Izuru remains firm, citing the hours he's already worked in succession, and his right to consecutive days off after such a long spell of consecutive days on. The deciding factor is his question whether his boss would like it if they got a malpractice suit because Izuru made mistakes due to sheer exhaustion.

A deep, bone-weary sigh leaves him as he hangs up, heart pounding like he just ran a mile. There's no reason to associate a call like that with being chased by some predator, and yet..

He tosses his phone onto the nightstand, though has neglected to shut it off { quite on purpose }. He flops over towards Akon and throws an arm across his lap, pressing kisses to where he can reach, which, at present, is just his thigh and hip. "Happy now?"

"Where's my reward?"

as the blonde leans into him, akon's hand comes up to slide into sleep-tousled hair in a silent gesture of both approval and desire to keep him there. he'd never thought he'd miss this kind of closeness, but he has too——the last few days in particular when they've barely said two words in passing. that attempted distraction doesn't work in the slightest. he tugs his boyfriend back enough to see the frown knitting bare brows together. just the next day isn't good enough. at this rate, izuru's going to burn himself out dangerously fast. if it were anyone else, the horned man wouldn't give a damn, but he's got a vested interest. "want ya t' call out fer th' day after. some o' those other entitled bastards y' work with can give back wha' they owe ya." akon himself has both days off already. but he knows that's not going to be motivation enough. he'll have to come up with a bit more of an incentive. those beetle-black eyes trail from the young doctor's exhausted-looking face down his neck back to where the scarring begins on his shoulder and a faint smirk crawls over his lips. "i'll make i' worth yer while, yeah?"

--- For the briefest of moments, he thinks he's home free, when that hand comes up and pushes into his hair. It's the kind of affection he's sorely missed. But then Akon berates him, and Izuru silently curses to himself, betraying nothing to his partner.

He sighs. Akon is right, of course. There are others that can pick up overtime, but one of them has a pregnant wife at home, and the other has been out of work with burn-outs before, so he doesn't want to put that pressure on them. All the rest are still in training, as he had been less than a year ago, so they cannot be scheduled as the attending.. He knows Akon won't think any of these valid reasons, though. "I'll try.." He mumbles, though already he is dreading the conversations and the scheduling nightmares this will yield, especially this short-notice.

But then, that train of thought is interrupted, and his interest is piqued considerably.

"Akon.. Are you offering me a two-day fuck?" He laughs, and it almost feels foreign in his chest. His days of-late have been so serious. The ER can be quiet, some days, but its default is chaotic, and depending on the cases rolling in, there aren't many moments that spawn mirth.

"You know, you should have led with that.."

his outstretched hand freezes for a moment when those dark lashes tremble then part, like a kid caught with his hand in the candy jar, and lets it drift meekly to the bed. "didn't mean t' wake ya..." akon's voice is almost hoarse this soft——he doesn't want to disturb the young doctor more than he has to right now——but it's not the only one that sounds like that. the tech sits up, arm propped on a bent knee. "'s just after nine," he adds. since izuru's been taking shifts that run into the early (or late) hours of the morning, akon's switched to a few night shifts so he can perform maintenance on some of the lab's more crucial machines in the quiet hours. "here," he leans over the smaller man a moment to retrieve the glass of water that he'd left there in anticipation of izuru waking dry, "thought y' migh' want somethin'. yer takin' the next couple days off, yeah?" while akon's aware of the junior doctor's schedule, he will have something to say if izuru's already accepted more extra shifts.

--- He smiles a little as Akon seems startled by his waking, to indicate he doesn't mind. He angles his head toward him, rather than rolling over onto his so-admired shoulder. A silent 'I don't mind' hangs between them. "I missed you," he says, ignoring the fact that they have slept next to one another every day these past weeks. They've been together, of course, but.. They haven't actually spent quality time together.

when presented with the glass, he pushes up into a seated position too, sheets sliding off his body, into his lap. "Thanks," he takes the glass and gratefully hydrates his gravelly throat, greedily enough that some droplets escape his lips and trickle down his chin and throat. It takes mere seconds for the glass to find its way back { empty } on the nightstand. Izuru wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, and then shuffles closer to his partner, seeking a closeness he's been denied { though denying himself is more accurate } for the past little while. His feathery head finds a space upon Akon's shoulder to rest. This also allows him to avoid Akon's accusing gaze as he answers that query. "I've got tomorrow off.." 'The next couple of days' is, of course, a wholly generous interpretation of this.

Izuru attempts to distract by pressing a kiss to Akon's shoulder. Then another one, where his oversized neckline hangs loose across his collarbones. "What've you got on tomorrow?" He's a terrible boyfriend, he knows, for not keeping track of his partner's schedule.

#gorgeous exquisite amazing groundbreaking #my scrungly man #people look at him and go 'him? HIM??' and izuru just sighs wistfully like he's unattainable #but thats his BOYFRIEnd #i almost said husband there whoo ps

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Akon!!

it's not hard to tell izuru's been overworking himself. the young doctor's been pulling crazy hours in emergency for nearly two weeks straight thanks to the influx of warm-weather idiots. even after sleeping over ten hours straight through, there's still this... transparency to his boyfriend as he's lying, still completely out of it, on the other side of the bed. akon's been studying him in silence for the last half-hour, lying on his side with his artificially-horned head propped on a loose fist. he's already stolen the blonde's phone and switched it to silent when he'd gotten home and found the slighter man passed out still fully dressed on top of the covers, but he also wants to make sure izuru is properly taken care of since he hasn't been doing so himself lately. the lab tech leans in closer, eyes instinctively drifting to the scarring on his boyfriend's shoulder that's just visible over the sheet. with izuru asleep like this, it's easier to sneak down the sheet a little further and graze his fingertips over the textured skin there. the scars are sexy to him, the way the skin's knitted itself back together imperfectly in a pink-and-silver web. he's grateful in a way that the blonde's learned not to mind his fascination with them. akon eases the sheet down lower, to the young doctor's stomach, so he can see where those alluring marks spread out across the right side of izuru's chest too; his black-tipped fingers follow. goddamn, it's pretty...

--- It feels like he's seen little of Akon lately, and he knows that is his own fault. He's been so busy of late. Akon hasn't seemed too thrilled with the blond's inability to say 'no' when asked to pick up extra shifts. But they're short-staffed, and it is not the patients' fault that the hospital board is unable to retain their staff. They still need care. Akon seems more capable of shutting off that sense of responsibility. But perhaps that is easier in general when you have little to no patient contact. Not that Izuru would complain or compare out loud, but Akon's been subtly disapproving of his past couple of weeks' workload.

And he's got a right to be upset, Izuru thinks. It's like they're not even in a relationship, the way they've barely been together at all the past two weeks. And when they were together, he spent most of his time completely passed out.

When Akon had helped him out of his clothes just a few hours ago, the words spoken in mumbled, disoriented thanks were probably reflective of the average amount he'd spoken to his partner daily these past few weeks. It's not that he hasn't slept enough, when looking at the flat hourly rate he's been getting. It's just.. He's also not been sleeping well. It's like he doesn't even get to REM at all, always just on the edges of consciousness. He knows its the stress, and he should cut back on work for a bit, but.. Knowing and doing are vastly different things.

The flighty nature of his sleeping patterns, though, does mean that when Akon decides to go from studying him to touching him, he's pulled more solidly into consciousness than he's been in the past few hours. It's ticklish on the edges of the scarring, where the nerves remained unaffected. Involuntirely, he shivers. It must be late, if Akon is in bed, too. Thick lashes flutter against his cheeks, and he squints when he opens them. The light on the bedside table is on, but otherwise the room is dark. When he turns his face, Akon's is quite close, fingers running just along his ribs where the skin knits from dark, twisted pink into the pale tint of his healthy skin.

"What time 's it?" He asks, feeling like his throat hasn't seen water in days. It's not that severe in reality, but he cannot recall when he last stopped to take a drink at work today.. "And hey--"