verdent eyes snatch ruby, melting into theirs. He looked so beautiful, so attractive. standing in his arms, caged in by fushiguro as he did what he pleased against his body, how sweet it felt knowing if the other didn't want anything to do with this, he could have easily pushed him off, & most likely, in retaliation, mounted toji & show him how it's done ... how to dominate another man. underneath greedy hands, the other's body sparks, more heat radiating than normal, good .... arousal was starting to overflood the other's mind, break him down, soften the edges that jagged outward. " ゆっくりしてやるよ。"
Lips continue their claim against his flesh, black lashes covering his eyes, all the while he maintained eye contact, stifling back a gentle sound of his own as he so naughtily rubbed himself on Sukuna. The hand that had claimed the silhouette of a hefty shaft squeezed, thumb & pointer finger dragging long the outer sides of it. " mhmm ... ~ " is all he said before he pulled off, both his hands reclaiming purchase on sukuna's hips. pulling him backwards, turning him, coaxing him to face him. he leans forward, placing a kiss upon the others lips, a loving kiss, tasting him. he didn't want to take him here, he wanted his first time to be comfortable; not in a kitchen, & he certainly didn't want to have the others knees pressed against such an disagreeable floor.
perhaps, had toji dominated ryōmen more often, he wouldn’t have disagreed with making love with him here… but that wasn’t the case. sukuna was a virgin — in the sense of being penetrated — & this would require a more comfortable approach, something welcoming, something without stress pressing in on him or doing the best he can to minimse it. toji cared about him — more than he let on, more than he’d ever say aloud. he wanted his first time to be… right. not rushed, not taken, but given — something soft where it needed to be, something that lingered long after. loving… passionate… memorable, the way sukuna had once given to him. he remembers it — the way he’d been guided through it, not forced, not overwhelmed. how every touch had been conscious, patient. kisses pressed slow & sweetly, coaxing his body into understanding, into trust. teaching him, inch by inch, how to let go… how to listen, to yield, to feel without resistance as those electric sensations unraveled him. so he would return that same care … not as a demand, but as something offered, steady & sure, like he intended to hold him through every second of it.
the kiss breaks, a thin string of saliva stretching before it finally parts between them. breath lingers, shared & warm … his lips ghosting close for just a second longer, reluctant to let it go entirely. one hand drifts down the muscular line of his lover’s arm, fingertips grazing, tracing, before settling at his wrist. he lifts it with quiet insistence, guiding him forward, urging him to follow without force, just a steady pull that says he will. “let’s get a little more comfortable, yeah?” his tone dips, softer… but there’s a tease tucked beneath it, something knowing in the way his thumb brushes against his pulse. “wouldn’t want y’ t’waste all that tension standin’ up…” & with that, he leads him toward their bedroom. a space far more familiar to them, where tension didn’t linger unresolved, where their moments unfolded without restraint, without interruption… again & again.
Á : Is your muse loud in bed?⚔ : Does your muse have any specific kinks?
Ask my muse some naughty questions
Á : Is your muse loud in bed?
Normally, Samilen is not very loud in bed, even in the verses where he’s quite verbal. He tends to focus so much on the pleasure of himself and his partner that there’s not a lot of mental room left for him to even unconsciously think about making noise. There might be the occasional growl here or there, maybe even a gentle rumble akin to a purr, but most of Samilen’s pleasure queues are quite physical; strained expression, gripping tight to bedsheets that they’re about to tear, his ears twitching and his tail thrashing out behind him.
That said, if you are able to push him to the point of making noise, then you are in for a fucking treat. Once pushed past the point of no return, when he’s utterly driven to the end of his wits, Samilen is all snarls and mewls and hissing. The details may much depend on whether he’s getting fucked or doing the fucking, but to hear the man make any noise at all is a very good sign, if perhaps less common with some lovers.
⚔ : Does your muse have any specific kinks?
Samilen absolutely loves getting his tail pulled. Whether it’s a lover using it to manhandle his ass back on a cock or someone just tugging on it as he’s fucking them, the reaction is always the same--he adores it. He likes to think it’s on the same path of thoughts as to why he likes to gently pull on his own hair to self-soothe; something about the sensation and action is calming and comforting and, during sex, so very erotic to him.
Though he’s not quite an exhibitionist. Samilen does enjoy the idea of fucking out in the middle of the forest--it’s an ongoing fantasy of his, in fact, to press someone or be pressed up against a tree, needily yank off clothes and fuck with wild, breathless abandon. It’s not a kink he’s likely to talk about without some prodding or gentle encouragement in the form of alcohol or something like catnip to loosen the nerves, but it’s certainly one of his bigger and more specific kinks, and certainly a fantasy he indulges in somewhat often when he’s alone and deep in the darkened cover of the Black Shroud, cock in hand and breath hot and gasping over his lips.
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