❛ #𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐎 ☆ : the taste of stardust on your tongue . SEVERELY SELECTIVE , INDEPENDENT & MUTUAL EXCLUSIVE multimuse ft. 𝐒𝐔𝐒𝐀𝐁𝐈 from netease's onmyoji . NOT minor friendly , personal friendly or open to following first .
the man that stands before jing yuan is not one of white hair , easy going smiles & yearning , crescent eyes . that one is fragmented within the vessel , piloted by a new host . inky black , gold & red fills the void of which that man hides in , something horrible & as equally broken . it hurts , angers when reminded of the other but there is an agreeance they both reach when they step into the general's personal space .
their haunt of this one will differ .
blade is silent in his proceedings , unanimous decision to encircle their arms around the waist of jing yuan . face buried into the corner of his neck , the past dares to creep up & only forced down by the present's desire . it's only the thread of restraint that holds back the rush to do more , sink his teeth into his neck , make him bleed as he has . take him with him . instead , he simply gives jing yuan more of his weight .
@sukiisho / unprompted ━ always accepting
time passes slowly, an unrecognizable symphony of all the voices he has ever known, mashed and jumbled together until it becomes mere white noise in his thoughts. and yet, despite the many centuries he has lived, this voice remains so stark in his mind, clear as the sound of chimes whistling away in the wind.
it's agonizing.
the way that his old friend looks at him is one of a stranger, devoid of the many fond memories that they shared. he no longer looks at him with the familiarity they once had, the easygoing friendship that took years of waltzing into a steaming forge with a smile plastered across his face, aiming to strike a conversation with the man who was always bent over an anvil. that familiarity died a long time ago. in place is a man who wears the same face as the friend he once admired, who speaks with the same voice, who retains the same personality. that same distant, snarky, endearing personality.
despite it all, there's a thread of longing that remains between them. he feels it, and he knows that the feeling is mutual as he's approached, the sound of footsteps prevalent in the silence.
jing yuan welcomes blade like a long lost friend. like a missing piece to a puzzle. like the last living momento that once upon a time, jing yuan had found comfort in the people he claimed as his family. for a moment, all he does is stand still, staring at the empty space that the man came from. then, soon, the general arbiter, the divine foresight, the boy cloud knight wraps his arms around blade ━ yingxing, forever lost ━ and accepts his weight. he would accept his old friend no matter what, had his obligations not bound him to the sanctity of the luofu. the world is cruel, and jing yuan tightens his hold onto blade, lamenting that it took so long for them to have this moment where there were no eyes to cast down the chains of duty.
Okay guys, I think with the upcoming me moving & stressing out over my future hahaha is biting me in the ass I'm probably going to hiatus for a good while
' kaveh , ' there's a regret in learning shibari on someone who was also actively learning in the process . muscle & skin ripples under rope , caging the beast within . waves of brown locks have fallen into his face , sweat drips & rolls down reddened chest , teeth gritted . ' . . . please . ' torture to not claim the architect the way his instincts wanted , forced to watch the other come undone on his lap . torture . - HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
@sukiisho / nsfw /// execution of revenge.
watching the same man who has tortured him squirm and struggle beneath red bindings brings an almost cruel satisfaction that takes the form of rosy cheeks and a languid smile. kaveh braces his hands behind him on firm thighs, slowly pushing himself up and dropping back down on yasuo's false cock. his breath hitches, gasping on a broken moan as he grinds his hips down.
seeking his own pleasure atop yasuo feels heavenly. not often is he able to control the pace, often at the mercy of his roommate who doesn't know what it means to stop until far after kaveh has passed out. the thought of yasuo's past transgressions makes kaveh shiver with the memory, and his smile turns sharp at the corners. he leans forward, one hand braced against yasuo's chest, the other reaching to the rope that wraps around yasuo's neck. a fingers slide beneath the red cord, curling around it and tugging as if it were a collar meant for kaveh to pull and use as a handle.
his name on those lips, flesh bitten red, voice trembling and shaky, feels like divination, like a prayer meant only for kaveh's ears. this, he can grow addicted to, watching as yasuo is left to his mercy, bound and unable to move. the rope that crisscrosses his chest, winding down between his thighs and legs had initially belong to yasuo, bought in a bid to learn the art, practiced on the unfortunate architect. but kaveh is also an artist, and the patterns had called for him to take the rope in his hands and learn himself. on yasuo, the red looks breathtaking, digging into firm muscles, holding him still and kept bound to the bed. the rope crosses over the sensitive scars beneath yasuo's chest, set purposely to watch as yasuo gasps as each movement he makes pulls the rope taut.
"no," kaveh says sweetly. he licks a stripe over yasuo's mouth, pushing his tongue in and kissing him as if he were starved for the man beneath him. kaveh is in no deficit for yasuo's affection, receiving it far too much and far too often in an intensity that he often can't handle. to have the roles reversed, however, with yasuo left waiting for anything that kaveh gives him feels entirely different. he tugs the rope around yasuo's neck once more before pulling back, wondering why he hasn't done this sooner. yasuo looks so pretty flushed and panting within the confines of winding rope, completely helpless, begging for kaveh to give him a release. yasuo should know very well that will come after kaveh has had his fun.
"i should get you a collar and matching cuffs." kaveh sighs as he leans back, thrusting his hips down and savoring the feeling of being in control. "or should i make it myself?" he gasps, back arching as he hits a spot that makes him feel stars. warmth floods his face as he bounces his hips, repeatedly hitting that spot over and over again. it feels so different being able to chase his own pleasure like this, but there is a thread of embarrassment at the fact that all yasuo can do is stare at him as he takes what he wants.
pulling a leash in his hand connected to yasuo's collar would have served as a pleasant distraction, kaveh decides. instead, he slips his finger underneath the rope wrapped around yasuo's waist and tugs each time he sinks back down. "you can pick the color, and i'll decide the rest. a nice supple leather would look and feel nice." his words grow shaky as heat begins to coil in his stomach. he grabs his cock and spreads his thighs further apart, thrusting down until he feels himself hit the base of the strap.
kaveh shakes, throwing his head back with a silent gasp as he releases all over yasuo's stomach. "ah..." he breathes heavily, panting as he looks down to see white streaks crisscrossing with the red rope. "you look so good like this," kaveh says softly, leaning forward and idly swirling his cum on yasuo's stomach. "i want to keep you like this."
merlot eyes glance up at yasuo, an innocent expression on his face as he raises his hips up and off of the strap. he shivers, a frown momentarily crossing his face as his hole closes around nothing. "can i?" kaveh looks to the side, searching for the box that he knows is filled with toys, and his eyes sparkle with triumph when he finally locates it. "mm, i think that i will."
there is not a name to the uncomfortable feeling rise in his chest . at least , not to his knowledge . what he tells himself , wishing he wasn't treated so kindly ; soft eyes & pleasant anticipation was not made for him . what he wants , is to soak in it . slitted gaze lingers upon the angel for a second too long , eyebrows were to knit if he didn't immediately apply his untroubled façade . friend he calls him . . .
( there aren't many who speak to him so freely. lucifer is used to the distant stares and admiring looks — everything that puts distance between him and everyone else — but belial is different. has always been " it is always refreshing to talk to you, my friend. " // luci to belial @estalvcis spoke . )
❛ lucifer . ❜ a simple greeting given in return , any more & his inner thoughts were sure to leak out . ❛ i could say the same . ❜ it was much the truth as it was a lie , yet brings on further conflicting feelings . treated as if he was a person & not a thing . . . ❛ i trust you have been well ? ❜