Hello. I am the eldest of the Heiwajima group, Tsugaru. I am pleased to make your acquaintance. Anyone is welcome, so please feel free to speak to me whenever you wish. Spells: -- [ Indie Rp blog for Tsugaru Heiwajima ]
--A body that was to be envious of, a smile that could make your heart melt but also a look that could so easily break it. He's a little devil. A devil made to be so much stronger than a man to seduce his mind with its evil ways.
Tsugaru leaned downward, pressing his hips against the idol's own, his torso against the other's, lips to his ear. His heated breath fanned out against the youth's lobe, lips brushing against the milky surface to whisper sweet nothings to calm the waves of pleasure crashing over the boy beneath him.
The elder’s hungry mouth began to travel: Lin's swollen lips, to the high of his cheek bones, down, down, and down.. the man’s tongue slithered out to meet the softness of the blond’s bare skin, earning a sigh of contempt. The same lips that slid upon his skin, peeled back into a light grin, bearing the impatient canines of the man, as he held the boy close, hefting his legs over the elder one's shoulders—
Linda's body is a temple, and Tsugaru is a worshiper in awe of its beauty. From the smooth grooves of the idol's lips to the sinuous trail of his knees, the samurai ran light fingertips upon the smoothness of the blond’s sweat-gleaned skin, the excitement rushing like fire through his skin. Mingled sounds of the shuffling of sheets and the sweet whimpers Linda elicited hit his ears, only driving the elder to explore more of what had been laid out beneath him.
The youth would moan so deliciously, nails raking their way downward the samurai’s back, their sweaty skin rubbed raw by friction as Linda only begged for more and more—pleading—as he neared his end. The pleasure-filled whimpers in the night, the muffled moans that echoed like shamed sobs through the midnight-blanketed hallways were a melody to Tsugaru's ears.
Once their lips were brought together, he took advantage and abused those lips — sucking and nipping, licking... Tsugaru would continue running his callused hands across the milky surface of Linda's skin, a sound of satisfaction hummed in his chest as the boy spine arched from the bed and further into his tempted hands.
Linda Linda was the Hellfire in Tsugaru's skin, pulling him deeper and deeper to drown him in this sin.
wow I feel like actually getting involved in this blog again like my muse juice is just running I feel pumped yeah headcanons yeah drabbles yeah weird-ass asks I've been avoiding for months--
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