Grimshaw, who enjoyed letting the hot water soak through his curls, drip down his shoulders and chest. The steam of the hot water naturally relaxing him, his head resting against his forearm pressed to the slick tile walls.
To accommodate his height, he always preferred facing away from the shower. And while his upper body was always heated from the water and the steam, there was always a slight temperature difference between his upper body and his lower body.
A temperature difference his body always reacted to against his own wants. He let out a soft annoyed sigh, he was used to it, but it still annoyed him at times. Especially when he’d been too busy to focus on himself or his needs.
His lips slightly parted as he finally gave in, using his free hand to wrap around the shaft of his hard-on. Eyes squeezed shut as he stroked himself slowly, enjoying the cold air against his dick in the contrast to the hot air around him.
For a guy who doesn’t endeavour in sex very often, he has a vivid imagination. A very vivid imagination of a tight hole squeezing around his aching cock. The shower hides his small groans and gasps as he picks up the pace, essentially fucking his hand for relief.
At least when he comes all over the shower wall he doesn’t have to put too much effort into cleaning it up?
Maybe he was a little curious. The man let him ask all sorts of questions. And he answered in kind. It was only fair, after all. Eiji was currently in the half full tub, his legs transformed into his beautiful tail. While Katsumi had given him permission to pet his tails, he gave the kitsune the same allowance.
“Whoa..” Katsumi's eyes widened as he looked over Eiji's tail again. It never failed to impress him. “Can I?” He asked with his hand hovering over the tail. Eiji nodded, leaning back against the back of the tub, watching him with keen attention.
Katsumi ran his fingers over the tail gently, feeling the smooth scales. He inched closer to the side of the tub, leaning over it so he could explore the man’s tail. He ran his hands lower, felt the scales under and above the water. He giggled as he ran his fingers over a scar, the smoothness tickling his calloused fingers.
“Enjoying yourself?”
“For sure.” The kitsune beamed with sharp teeth, gently running his fingers along the billowy fin, it felt soft, thin. He was afraid to hurt him. So he ran his hand back up, fingers trailing over some of his other scars.
Eiji's breath caught in his throat as Katsumi prodded at his tail. His hand stilling immediately. “Sorry, did I hurt you?” He inquired, lifting his head to stare into Eiji's eyes, concern obvious on his face.
“No, not at all. That's just not a scar.”
“Huh?” Katsumi looked down into the water, his fingers were brushing along a thin slit on the upper portion of his tail, a few inches beneath where his scales met his stomach. “Sorry..” He pulled his hand back when he noticed the slit being slightly parted by something.
He wasn't so naive as to be unable to figure it out. He was just embarrassed at his carelessness. “It's okay.” Eiji's stare bore into him and Katsumi suddenly felt self-conscious. Did he keep touching elsewhere? End for the day? He wasn't entirely sure.
“Is it. Uh, different from I guess a normal person's?”
His cheeks pink as he asked, he wasn't sure what to ask or say. That also felt wrong. He quickly looked everywhere else in the bathroom but at him.
“It's normal when I have human legs. It's.. Ah, slightly different like this, yes.”
“That's interesting.”
“Are you uncomfortable?”
“No!” Katsumi's cheeks darkened further at the speed of which he answered. “No, just uhm.” He looked back at Eiji, the man seemed amused, the softest of smiles on his face. “It's different, that's all!”
“You have no need to feel shame.”
“I don't feel- okay maybe a little..”
Eiji reached out, wet hand wrapping around Katsumi’s wrist. He brought his hand back under the water, on his tail once more. Katsumi didn't hesitate to continue feeling up his scales, but he wanted to blush even more at where Eiji had put his hand.
Had he done it on purpose? It was a pretty central spot, maybe it was an accident. Katsumi's hurried thoughts were cut off by Eiji adjusting himself in the tub, Katsumi’s hand sliding into the indent of the slit.
Katsumi sucked in a deep breath, did his best to calm his beating heart. He ran his pointer and middle fingers along the slit. It was stickier than the rest of him, the area relaxing as he gently rubbed against it.
He watched with curiosity as the slit opened with stimulation, pushed open by something. Flesh coloured, it was almost tendril like in appearance. It was large, with a tapered tip and wide base. It was smooth, from what Katsumi could see.
“Is that..?”
“Yes, Katsumi.” Eiji's voice was a little lower, and when the kitsune looked at him, his cheeks were dusted pink. Katsumi's fingers slightly curled within the slit and he was surprised when another, albeit smaller, appendage spilled out.
“Oh-”
He had two?
“I haven't done this in a while.” Eiji admitted in a small voice, closing his eyes and leaning his head back. “Busy with my research.” And Katsumi was overwhelmed with the sudden urge to help his new friend relax. He was already letting him touch so much, surely if he wanted him to stop, he'd have said so by now.
Katsumi wrapped his hand around the larger one, giving it a slight squeeze. It was firm, with some give. Sticky, warm. It also pulsated, in time with what he assumed was Eiji's heart.
The kitsune glided his hand up and down the appendage, soft exhales escaping the feline in the tub. But he felt it. He knew what it felt like within his grasp. There was something else he wanted to know.
He made sure his hair was out of his face before he pushed himself up properly on his knees. He then leaned into the tub, hand gliding down the base only to be replaced by his mouth on the tip. Katsumi had much practice holding his breath, it wouldn't be difficult.
Eiji gripped his hair suddenly, surprised by his warm mouth. The feline relaxed but kept his hand in Katsumi's ponytail, stroking his hair as the man ran his tongue up the length of one of his dicks. He wrapped his free hand around the other, stroking it too.
Between his warm mouth and his eager touch. Eiji wasn't going to last long. It'd been a while. His cum was salty as it shot down Katsumi's throat, it left a sticky feeling over his mouth and throat, too. But the kitsune found he didn't mind as he lifted his now wet face from the bath.
“Good boy.”
Eiji's praise stirred something in him and he found himself pressing his thighs together. “Good stress relief?” The kitsune chuckled, ignoring how warm his cheeks felt from the ordeal.
Told truths. Katsumi of Masuyo, Eiji of his less than human nature.
Accepted despite this, loved despite this.
Eiji's ears twitched when he heard the shrine door open then close. He hadn't realized the time, so there went his plans to make his lover dinner. Or, well, breakfast.
But he didn't have time to apologise for this perceived slight. Katsumi’s arms wrapped around his waist, face buried against his shoulder. Eiji smiled softly, arms coming to wrap around the kitsune. His tails began to wag, swishing behind him.
“Long night?”
Eiji couldn’t see his injuries, but he could smell them. The scent of the man’s blood always made his stomach churn. “Mhm..” Katsumi sighed, nuzzling his face against the feline’s shoulder. “I just wanna curl up and take a nap..”
Katsumi gasped when his boyfriend picked him up, despite his weight, Eiji always carried him like he was a feather. He was carried to their shared bedroom and then gently set down on the bed. Eiji then departed from the room to gather the necessary supplies to wrap his wounds.
He returned to the bedroom quickly, setting the warm water on the bedside table. Katsumi was in the process of taking his armour off, abandoning it on the ground without a care. He then unwrapped his hands, tugging the dirtied bandages off and tossing them on the ground on top of his armour.
The feline started with his face, wiping the cloth against a cut on his cheek, cleaning it tenderly. When he pulled away to wet the cloth again, Katsumi pulled his boots and then pants off. His kimono barely came to his thighs, but it worked for what he needed.
Eiji washed his hands, paying special attention to his poor torn knuckles. With his hand not in Eiji’s, he reached up, tugging his hair ribbon free and letting his long hair fall. He reached around the man, setting it on the bedside table where it was secure.
Katsumi watched his face, the look of concern and concentration, it made his heart sing. Eiji blinked, mismatched eyes widening in surprise as his lover kissed him with warm lips. He quickly closed his eyes, kissing him back with a softness reserved only for him.
“You’re still hurt.”
“I’m okay, really. I can’t feel it.”
Eiji sighed, resting his forehead against the kitsune’s, staring into his enchanting blue-green eyes. He leaned over, placing the cloth in the water, he then cupped Katsumi’s cheek, leaning in to kiss him properly.
He fell back against the bed, wiggling back so that Eiji would hover over him to kiss him properly. They hadn’t gone much further than this exact position, their relationship only a few months old. Love? Yes. Trust? Yes. Sex? Terrifying.
A knee came between his thighs, keeping them spread as they kissed passionately. Eiji hesitated when he felt the man shake beneath him, pulling back but his lips still ghosted over his.
“Are you uncomfortable?”
“I'm fine.” Katsumi chuckled, eyes opening to meet his. “Your hand is on one of my cuts.” Eiji looked down, his palm on Katsumi's hip, red bled through the white kimono. He quickly pulled his hand back, apologizing profusely to the laughing kitsune.
“I'm so-”
“I'm okay, my sky. I'm fine.” He promised, capturing his lips again. Eiji’s resistance was muffled by him kissing back, as long as Katsumi was okay. He was okay, too. He was more careful about his hand placement, holding Katsumi’s other hip instead.
Katsumi's hands ran into the man's tied robe, revealing parts of his chest and causing the belt to become loose. His actions were always so bold and confident, his tongue pressing between Eiji’s cold lips.
His chest was stroked and felt up by the touchy kitsune, the actions left a trail of warmth in their wake, but Eiji enjoyed every second of it. Katsumi made him feel desires he'd never before felt, made him feel ways he didn't even know he could feel. His touch was electrifying, it was ironic.
Eiji’s hand roamed up, almost mimicking Katsumi's actions. But the kitsune caught his wrist before he could get under his kimono. “Eiji…” The feline froze, afraid he'd overstepped his lover’s comfort.
“I apologise, should we stop?”
“No.. it's just..” Katsumi breathed out. “I've never done this before either.” That surprised the shrine guardian. Katsumi was loud, brash, bold, confident. He acted like he knew what he was doing. The man even taught him the basics! Like kissing. His surprise must have been obvious on his face, the kitsune laughing nervously at his expression.
“We don't have to.”
“I want to though. I trust you.”
Trust.
Eiji trusted him too.
And with that trust, Eiji undid the belt of Katsumi's kimono, pushing it down his shoulders and revealing his chest.
He paused.
Katsumi's eyes widened.
“Wait- I forgot to tell you-”
The scars were large and jagged, spiked out and shaped oddly. They underlined his breast area, connecting in the middle in almost a W shape. Their colour was odd too, lighter with a slight blue tinge. Upon closer inspection, the jags were almost more diamond shaped. They were beautiful scars.
“I.. I would understand if you don't want me anymore now that you know.”
Eiji's head snapped to his lover's ashamed expression, violet brows furrowing in, well.. He wasn't mad at Katsumi, he was mad at the very premise that something like this could break them apart.
“I love you. This revelation doesn't change that.” He promised the kitsune, sealing it by leaning down and kissing one of the beautiful scars. “You’re still you, Katsumi.” Eiji switched to the other side, kissing along the scars. Katsumi breathed out, blinking away any tears that collected along his waterline.
When Eiji repositioned on top of him, Katsumi properly undid his belt, pushing the fabric off of him too so they were both relatively nude, sans underwear. But this was where the feline stilled, unsure of what to do. He had no experience, he didn’t really read those types of books. He was at a loss.
Katsumi sat up slightly, the feline resting on his chest moving up with the action. “Don’t worry. We can learn together.” He giggled, kissing his lover’s forehead. Eiji relaxed at the notion, giving a nod. “We should get naked first, under the blankets probably.” And Eiji obliged, settling beside him to do so.
“We’ll just take it easy. Do what feels good.”
Eiji scanned his body, mismatched eyes flicking over every visible scar, bruise, but also the dips and crevices of his body. The puppet swallowed, he was beautiful, and he made him feel things. He reached over, trailing his fingers up the man’s thigh, feeling his warm skin.
“Like what you see?”
Katsumi teased, spreading his legs to let Eiji touch him as much as he pleased. He touched further upwards, fingers teasing the kitsune’s wet entrance. But his attention was quickly caught by the enlarged clit, rubbing it with his thumb. Katsumi exhaled, cheeks flushing at the man’s curious touching.
“Is this normal?”
“I take medicine for the effect.”
Eiji nodded, he licked his lips as he realised just how slick his lover was from the simple prodding. What did he taste like? He opted to wiggle down, underneath the blanket between Katsumi’s legs. The kitsune tilted his head but a soft whine immediately escaped him as Eiji’s tongue licked up his cunt.
Something stirred in his stomach, the taste changed him in some way, he was sure of it. His eyes closed as he sloppily licked at his cunt, enjoying the warm wet slick on his rough tongue. Katsumi’s hand smoothed his hair, fingers tangling in the violet locks.
Katsumi devolved into a moaning mess as his silent lover sucked on his clit and prodded at his cunt. There was no rhyme nor reason to his actions, but it still felt good. Katsumi writhed as Eiji’s fangs accidentally grazed along his sensitive skin.
“Careful- Your teeth are sharp-”
“Hm?” Eiji looked up, eyes glazed with a haze the kitsune didn’t quite recognise. “Oh.. Sorry, love.”
Before he could accept the apology, Eiji was back between his legs, face buried in his cunt. It was good, but not quite enough to get him to his peak. The teasing left him feeling heated and delirious, tugging on Eiji’s hair to try and get him up.
“Put it in me.”
“Put it in you?”
“Yes, Eiji! Please?”
Eiji nodded, trying to find a good position. But his actions felt a tad awkward, Katsumi helping out by wrapping his legs around the feline’s waist once more. “Is this good, Katsumi?” The kitsune nodded. “Will it hurt?”
“You? No. Me? Possibly a little.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
Katsumi laughed, laying his head back against the pillow. “I’ll be okay. Just be slow.” He waited as Eiji lined himself up, pushing in slowly. Too slowly. “You can be faster than that.” Eiji obliged, he listened to his lover’s every word, every moan or whine. He wanted him to feel good.
His chest pressed against Katsumi’s as he sheathed himself inside of him. He was quiet, listening to his lover pant. The silence unnerved Katsumi, but he felt awkward commenting on it in the moment. So he let Eiji find his pace instead, he wasn’t overly thick, but he was perfect for Katsumi.
Eiji waited for further instruction, stilling inside of him. He could feel Katsumi’s pulse this way, clear as day, his walls squeezed him in tandem. “Uhm.. Eiji?” Katsumi mumbled, averting his eyes from the feline who stared into his face with curiosity.
“Yes?”
“You need to move.”
“Oh.”
Katsumi hissed when he pulled out fully, leaving him cold and gaping. Not to mention the speed hurt. “Was that wrong?” Eiji’s expression softened, concern on his face at the pain apparent on Katsumi’s. But the kitsune shook his head, breathing slowly to steady himself.
“Not.. Not like that. Let me.. Ah..”
Eiji shuddered when Katsumi’s warm hand wrapped around his cock, sliding it back into him with ease. He then pressed his hips as into the mattress as he could, dragging himself along Eiji’s cock but from beneath him.
“Oh! I see.”
He mimicked Katsumi’s action but on top, pulling out only to the tip before he pressed back in gently. He did it a few more times and Katsumi nodded his head, flashing him a bright reassuring smile. Eiji couldn’t help but kiss him, swallowing his pretty sounds as he kept up his gentle pace.
Katsumi was more than happy to kiss back, claws gently digging into Eiji’s hips as he enjoyed the feeling of the man. Being intimate like this was completely new and exhilarating, it made his heart race with glee.
“You can go harder.” The kitsune whispered against his lips, his body ached with the need to get off. To feel that sense of pleasure wash over him. He’d only masturbated a handful of times, but he knew what that sensation felt like. And he wanted Eiji to cause it. His request was quickly obliged.
The bed squeaked beneath them and Katsumi still found the lack of sounds a bit odd. But he turned his brain off, letting Eiji do his thing. The squeaks and sounds of their bodies moving against one another and Katsumi’s whimpers filled the room. It only served to turn Katsumi on further.
The kitsune shuddered, eyes snapping open in surprise when Eiji came inside of him. It was a new feeling, one that made his cheeks darken. He found he enjoyed it a little too much. “Are you alright?” Eiji’s voice was lower, slightly raspier. Mismatched eyes once more on his lover’s face to try and read him.
“I’m good- I- can you keep going? Or should we stop?”
“I can keep going.”
“Please keep going then.”
“Of course, my love.”
Katsumi would get overly unnecessarily anxious about the concept of puppet foxes later. Far too blissed by being vulnerable and open with his lover instead for the time being. Especially as Eiji adjusted and hit a particular spot that made him cry out the man’s name.
When Eiji had awoken in the middle of the night, he hadn’t expected to wake up to an empty bed and missing blanket. But with Katsumi and Masuyo, he really shouldn’t have been surprised by the occasional weird situations. Eiji sat up in the bed, brushing his bangs from his eyes as he looked around the dark bedroom. Definitely no sign of his partner’s friendly local shade.
The shrine guardian stood slowly, artificial joints cracking from sleeping so stiffly. It didn’t help that his blanket was missing and it was cold. He looked around the room, noting Katsumi’s kimono still thrown over the back of the chair in the corner. Eiji wasted little time slipping that on instead of searching for his own clothing.
He tied it closed as he left the bedroom, intent on either finding Masuyo in the shrine or to confirm his absence. The air was damp with an oncoming storm, a slight surprise given the area’s relative lack of them. But there was a fainter scent beneath it, moss and fresh dirt. So he’d left recently then. That was reassuring at least.
Well, it was, until Eiji realised the blanket was still nowhere to be found. Masuyo didn’t need sleep, there was no reason for him to take it. Eiji sighed as he grabbed his shoes, going out in the middle of the night, barely dressed, before a storm. Just to find where his haunted partner had managed to run off to.
At least he could rely on his sense of smell to guide him. If Masuyo had left as recently as his smell had implied, then it should be no problem for the feline puppet to find him. If only to check on him, Eiji reasoned. And so when his search led him to the woods, he was far from surprised. Because of course it would.
It took him only ten minutes to find Masuyo, sitting on the ground leaning against a tree all while wrapped in the missing pale green sheet. Eiji cringed when he stepped on a stick, watching the man’s head snap up at him, fox ears twitching. “Oh.. Oh no. You need to go.” Masuyo scrambled to his feet, sheet hanging around his shoulders.
“Is everything okay?”
Eiji stayed where he was a few feet away from the shade, but something was off about him. His eyes were still dull, but they weren’t grey. More like a muted version of Katsumi’s actual swirl of blues and greens. It was even more unnerving than the usual grey. “Things are fine- he’s just- augh.” Masuyo put a hand to his head, but just as quickly dropped it as he suddenly smiled.
It was notably not Masuyo that surged forward, Eiji stumbling back to catch Katsumi and attempt not to fall to the forest floor. Eiji blinked in confusion as his partner gripped onto him, why was he so hot? Sure Katsumi ran warmer than most, but this was ridiculous. “Are you sick?” Eiji found himself asking as the kitsune went limp in his arms.
“Katsumi, control yourself.” Masuyo tugged himself away from Eiji, wrapping the blanket tighter around himself and hugging himself to do so. The shrine guardian had never seen the two battle for control. They had a set routine, Katsumi would control from sunrise to an hour before sunset, and Masuyo would take over for the rest of the time.
This was.. New… to Eiji.
Masuyo was strong, especially for a shade, Eiji knew this. So to watch him struggle against Katsumi in and of itself was surprising. Before Masuyo could explain what was happening, the behaviour shifted once more, Katsumi almost immediately clinging to Eiji. Eiji was at a loss for words as he tried to figure out the behaviour, to the point he was taken completely off guard by warm lips against his.
He returned the kiss with a small peck before he pulled away, tilting his head down at Katsumi, eyes filled with clear concern. Katsumi’s head fell against his chest and a soft growl escaped the kitsune. “He’s never had a partner during a heat. This is utterly… Embarrassing.” Masuyo grumbled, unable to control Katsumi’s body and pull away again.
A heat..? Oh. Eiji bit the inside of his cheek to keep himself from smiling or worse, chuckling. All this because of a heat? “Maybe I should take you home. It’s going to start raining soon.” Eiji straightened out as he suggested an alternative to whatever Masuyo’s plan happened to be. Katsumi sank further into Eiji’s arms, inhaling deeply.
“Masuyo doesn’t think it’s ideal because he doesn’t know how I’ll behave.” Katsumi explained, snaking his arms out of the blanket and to the belt keeping Eiji’s kimono closed. Eiji caught his partner’s hand before he could undo the white fabric. Katsumi lifted his head with a pout, and for a man with vertical pupils, they were exceptionally blown.
Eiji looked down at Katsumi’s hand in his grip, before lifting his head to meet the man’s eyes, quirking a violet brow. “This is what… I meant.” Masuyo looked away, unable to pull his hand back either way. “I have very little… control. When he’s.. Like this.” It was like trying to read two books at the same time, Eiji realised as he let go of Masuyo’s wrist.
Almost immediately Katsumi’s hands were back on the fabric. “Okay, we’re going home.” Eiji decided, picking up his boyfriend and throwing the kitsune onto his shoulder. The shrine guardian had to avoid being hit by the rapidly wagging tails as he pivoted on his heel towards the shrine. Katsumi or Masuyo, he wasn’t sure, struggled against his grip for a few seconds before giving up and stilling.
“And you didn’t think to just tell me rather than disappearing in the middle of the night?”
Masuyo growled again, clearly doing his best to remain in control. “No! I mean… No. I didn’t… Realise, until he had taken over…” Masuyo’s tails drooped, one of which nearly hit Eiji in the face as it did so. “Ugh, this heat is incredibly.. Uncomfortable.” He complained, body going entirely limp and causing Eiji to stagger somewhat.
Eiji picked up the pace, careful of any roots or other debris on the ground as he hurried back to the shrine. The man on his shoulder remained quiet as he made the rest of the trip, and remained silent still as he was gently set down inside of the shrine. Eiji got his shoes off but was immediately tackled to the ground the second he turned to face his partner.
Katsumi lowered his head to the man’s neck, inhaling once more as the pale green sheet fell on top of them. “You smell like home.” Katsumi whispered before he pressed a series of gentle kisses to the man’s neck. Eiji became momentarily stunned by the domestic declaration, hand coming up to rest on the small of his lover’s back.
“Take care of him.” Came a hushed whisper in a different tone, Masuyo clearly giving up on trying to control Katsumi’s insatiable hunger. At least it wasn’t bloodlust this time. Just good old lust. Katsumi pushed himself up on one arm, face inches from Eiji’s, eyes still impossibly wide. Eiji hesitated for just a moment before sliding his hand up Katsumi’s back to the back of his neck, drawing him back down for a proper kiss.
“So needy you didn't even put clothes on?” Eiji teased against his lips, eyeing the way his cheeks flushed and his chest heaved. Katsumi's eyes opened, his pupils still blown as he pouted down at his teasing boyfriend. “We should go to the bed.” He suggested and the kitsune sighed, rolling off of him.
Eiji tugged off and tossed the man's boots, then he easily scooped him up, carrying him groom style to their shared bedroom. Him and the blanket he stole. That he still didn't quite understand. He laid Katsumi in their bed, kneeling so one knee was between his legs. Eiji then undid the kimono, sliding it off of him and letting it fall to the floor.
“The blanket?”
“Smells like you.”
Eiji wasn't even aware he had a scent, as a being who didn't live as Katsumi lived. But then, he still sweat, still bled, still scarred. Just differently. It wasn't the only function he could do. Mismatched eyes flicked over his scarred skin. He was so bruised, cut up in some places. His nightly fights. Eiji would just have to be careful.
He leaned down, kissing the edge of one of the scars on his chest. Katsumi shuddered under his kiss and he smiled. These two scars were always sensitive, he liked it. His skin was so warm even though he had been outside in the cold in just a sheet. So warm as Eiji licked along the scar, rough tongue making him whine.
Katsumi groaned, eyes closing, mouth opened as the feline licked his nipple, only to then follow up by slightly tugging on it with his teeth. Gentle, but enough to make him squirm. Eiji knew his chest wasn't the most sensitive place on his body, but he also knew it'd rile his poor kitsune up beyond belief.
“Don't.. Nng.. Don't tease, Eiji..”
Eiji’s smile against his skin was soft, he began to trail his kisses downwards. His lips were cold against the man’s overheated skin, bringing much reprieve as he kissed a scar on Katsumi’s left hip. He nibbled the defined bone and his kitsune squirmed against the action.
“Need me?”
“You know I do!”
Mismatched eyes looked up, Katsumi was so beautiful under the moonlight. It was a sight Eiji had never seen before. One that made him feel blessed. He ran his hand up Katsumi’s thigh, propping it up so he had space between his legs.
“How badly?”
“Eiji!”
Eiji laughed, grazing his fangs along the man’s pale thigh. He smelled differently, something more noticeable now. The feline puppet wondered if it was his pheromones, his body’s attempt at attracting a mate. Mate. The idea did something to him. He wasn’t sure how to place the feeling that brewed in his stomach.
His tongue flicked out, licking up his cunt. He tasted relatively the same, if anything, Eiji found the taste more intoxicating than usual. Maybe it was just placebo, maybe it was because he wanted it, but Eiji could almost blame Katsumi’s pheromones for making everything feel a bit… Just.. More.
Katsumi’s hand tugged at his hair as his tongue swirled around his enlarged clit. Half lidded eyes looked up at him, enjoying the blatant display of pleasure on his face. Eiji brought his hand up, dipping two fingers into him as he focused on sucking on his clit.
His moans were musical, truly, low partially growled ones offset by high pitched whines. And without a need to breathe, Eiji took great pleasure in unravelling him with his tongue. “Ei-Eiji~” His lover gasped out, body twitching. The feline pulled his fingers from him, pulling back just enough to lick them clean.
But, he did know his precious kitsune better than that, and coupled with his heat. Eiji had an inkling that one wouldn’t be anywhere near enough to satisfy him. Quickly confirmed by the fox reaching for him, tugging his wrist pathetically.
Eiji pushed himself up properly, one hand beside the kitsune's head on the mattress. Then he shifted so that both his legs were between Katsumi's, the man almost immediately wrapping his legs around Eiji's waist. Looking down at him, the shrine guardian could see the need and desperation on his face. Even with his eyes closed.
He reached between them, still wanting to tease his lover. His dick was still just semi hard, but it was good enough for him to rub the tip against Katsumi. Another thing Eiji loved, he was so overly wet. He was sure it wasn't a normal amount but he was also sure that he loved it. The head of his cock slid through the man's warm wet folds.
The sound of slick was audible but quickly dampened by the distant sound of approaching thunder.
Katsumi tightened his legs around the man’s waist in a desperate attempt to get him inside of him, but Eiji held fast, tightening his grip on the sheets to steady himself. “Be a good boy, Kats.” Eiji hummed, pressing just the head of his cock inside of him.
“Ca- ah~! Can’t be good when you’re not breeding me.”
The exclamation was blunt and surprising, purple ear twitching. “You want me to breed you?” Eiji wanted to hear him say it again. They never used protection anyway, there was no need. The heat really did make him act up. It was endearing.
Katsumi nodded, blond-brown ears bouncing, his bangs stuck to his heated skin as he opened his eyes just to pout up at the feline. “I need you to breed me.” It wasn’t a want, it was a need. An instinctual need. Eiji wanted nothing more than to fulfil his needs.
Eiji pushed into him, eliciting a high pitched moan, the kitsune’s claws soon dug into the skin of his back. Katsumi tilted his hips upwards, giving the feline the deepest possible angle. The sound of their skin muffled the sound of rain, the panting from the kitsune and the soft sighs of exertion from the puppet filled the room.
“I can’t get you pregnant though.” Eiji mumbled before gently biting the man’s ear.
“I can pretend.” Katsumi panted out, trying his best not to tear his lover’s back up with his claws.
And pretend they would, until Eiji’s stores ran dry and Katsumi was dripping with artificial cum. His thighs, the sheets, his sore cunt, full of him. Eiji was quite proud of his handiwork, his fox panting and deeply satisfied.
Even he panted, the physical exertion of keeping him happy took a toll. But Eiji was more than happy, seeing Katsumi happy.
The kitsune rested in his arms, declining any attempt to clean him. “There’s no point.. We’ll need to go again once I wake.” He mumbled, turning his face into the pillow. The sheets smelled of sex and slick, but Eiji assumed changing them would be just as pointless. At least he managed to get Katsumi to drink water.
Laying behind him, Eiji’s fingers ran up the man’s stomach, spooning him as he always did. But.. His thoughts wandered slightly, trailing his fingers up and down, causing Katsumi to shudder at the sensual touch.
“Would it be a litter then? If you’re a fox?”
Katsumi stilled in his arms but quickly relaxed, hand coming to rest on top of his. “It would be.” He clasped his hand in Eiji’s, getting comfortable against the mattress. “I wonder if they’d have hair like mine or yours.” He’d never thought about children, he wouldn’t make a good father. But it was fun to pretend, with the pheromones clouding his mind.
“Blond and purple maybe.” Eiji pressed his face against the back of Katsumi’s head, inhaling his scent, albeit musky from the activity. The puppet hadn’t thought very much on it either, how could he? Why would he? But he, too, found it fun to pretend.
When Decord took their confession that day, he didn’t miss the way they kept vague about their dreams of this ‘untouchable person’. But, given he was the one infecting their dreams, corrupting them, making them think of him.. Well. He thought it was cute. And it wasn’t hard to get their parents to agree to let them clean the church every weekend with him. All alone..
Just the two of them in the House of God, the unwatchful eye of the believers’ deity.
He couldn’t help but take advantage of their naivety, their innocence. And he wanted to laugh when they came to him, a few weekends later, late one night, hastily dressed and smelling so sweet. His own robe barely tied, barely concealing him as they loudly banged on the door of the Church.
“Father?” They whimpered as he let them into the church. Decord closed the door behind them, locking it once more. They let their hands drop from their coat, letting it fall open a little without even realising. “You told me to come to you.. If they got. Uhm. Worse..?” Their voice wavered, hesitant as they looked up at him with wide violet eyes.
Decord raised an eyebrow as he stepped closer to them in the dim candlelit church entrance. His hand came up, gently gripping their jaw. “And…? Have they gotten worse, little lamb?” He questioned, voice low, eyes… Different. The shadows around them seemed to move of their own volition, and seemed to pull them in.
Galin let out another soft whimper as they looked at him, so focused on their preacher’s electrifying touch that they missed all of that. They could only nod in agreement to his words, to their sins. “Hm.. My poor devotee..” He stepped even closer, invading their personal space. But his believer didn’t pull away.
"Can you.. Forgive me, Father? Take my sins away?"
His free hand moved down, scarred fingers gently pushing aside the opening of their nightgown, visible beneath their coat. "Of course, little lamb.. I'll take your sins away."
"F..Father?"
Decord flashed a smile, fangs sharp as he looked down at them like they were his prey. "Come, little lamb.. It's much too late to get you back home.. And with the.." Thunder crackled outside, lightning lighting up the stained glass windows. "Storm rolling in.. I'll set you up in the back room.. And in the morning, I'll get you started on prayers, hm?" They nodded to his words and he pulled away from them, leading them to the back of the church. "I'll be just across the hall from you. Not too far. You can come to me for.. anything."
But it was really nothing more than a ploy as he took their coat, laying it on the chair beside the bed. Nothing more than a ploy as he watched them sit on the edge of the bed and take their boots off. So innocent and naive.. Such childish trust. Galin laid in the bed, Decord pulling the white linen over them and tucking them into it. "Sleep well, my beloved believer." He hummed, pulling away and leaning down to blow the candle on the bedside table out. Galin squeaked out a tiny goodnight and the preacher quietly left the room.
Would they manage to persist? Manage to keep to their own room, he wondered? Decord entered his own room across the hall, leaving the door open a very intentional crack. The preacher pulled his robe off, the shadows of the night clinging to his skin, almost coming off of him like mist or fog. Decord hung it on the back of his door, then pulled his hair tie out as he wandered to his own bed. He need not sleep, he didn't suffer from exhaustion. Not with such a devoted believer to feed off of, now closer than before.
His wings, too large for the bed, blackened and burned fell on either side of the bed, feathers brushing along the floor. How long would it take before he heard Galin's needy whimpers? Long tongue flicked over his lips, his smirk growing, his fangs visible. He smelled their arousal before even leaving the room. Would he be in for a treat? He really did hope they'd make it easier for him.
And maybe an hour or two later, they knocked on his door. The door creaking open, golden eyes peering at them from the darkness. “Is something wrong, little lamb?” Decord’s voice was smooth and silky, almost beckoning them closer. They could barely control themself, plus the door was already open and their room so cold.
“It’s cold..” They admitted, voice shivering, they hoped the preacher could help them. They heard rustling in the pitch black room, the sound of fabric and something else they couldn’t quite place. It wasn’t until lightning struck and they caught a glimpse of something not quite human in the bed. Not quite their preacher, Decord Harcourt.
But it had to have just been their imagination, surely. That couldn’t be real. Darkness fell over the room once more. And Galin drew closer, hesitantly, stepping into the bedroom. They assumed from the further sounds that the preacher sat up in bed. That sound again.. Something almost feathery. They couldn’t pinpoint what possessed them to stop at the side of his bed, but they were drawn to him.
"I'm afraid this old church doesn't have any heating.. Come.. Lay here.." Decord gently patted the bed, they assumed from the sound. But they hesitated.. "It's alright, little lamb. You trust me, don't you? Trust your Father..? I'd never.. Lead you astray." He promised in the darkness. And Galin.. Sat down beside him, his bed much warmer than their own. "There you go.." Decord laid back down, the blankets quickly thrown over their lap too. And Galin could only lay beside him, their heart pounding, their cheeks flushed...
Especially after that dream.. This was almost exactly like the last dream.. They turned away from him to get comfortable, their back to him. Their body momentarily tensed when he moved forward, arm wrapping around their small waist and pulling them against his larger frame. "You want to be warm.. Don't you, my believer?" They nodded. "Mm.. Then let me keep you warm.." He whispered, his voice low in their ear. Their whole body trembled with sinful excitement, his touch everything they wanted..
Galin’s eyes closed as they tried their best to relax, trying to ignore the way he held them so close. He was so.. Warm.. So comfortable. They felt safe, and so easily were they lulled back to sleep. So easily were they lulled back into that realm of dreams, the dreams that felt so real, that made them feel so much.
It was a sin, they knew that, to imagine not only an older man they weren’t married to, but a man of God, in such vulnerable positions. But something about the imagery of his hair framing his face as he filled them.. Eyes trained on them, for them solely. A soft sigh escaped them in their sleep, thighs pressing together once more.
Decord’s smirk returned, eyes closing as he inhaled, smelling the growing arousal in the air. He loved it. They were almost too easy, too innocent. Small towns like this, though he supposed, never did teach their young to fear the devil in robes. Galin pressed back against him, a whimper of a different frequency escaping them.
He could just take what he wanted, be cruel.
But that was less fun than corrupting the innocent to want him. There was more satisfaction in the latter.
His fingers trailed down their side, pushing the nightgown up some, feeling their soft cold skin. “Galin~?” Decord cooed, voice low in their ear once more. Galin mumbled in their sleep, wiggling against him once more. Ah.. If he wasn’t a patient man. He brought his arm back around them, pretending as if he didn’t mess with their clothing. “Galin…” He tried again, a little louder this time.
That seemed to wake them.
“H-Huh? Oh.. Ah..” They were embarrassed at their compromised position. Decord hummed almost sleepily, trying to pretend he wasn’t at fault. And of course, they fell for it, a myriad of apologies falling from their lips. Galin grew warm at the feeling of him pressed against them.. Were they imagining that or was he really.. So big..? “S-Sorry.. Father-”
“Decord, please.. No need to be so formal, little lamb..” He shifted and a soft squeak escaped them as he pressed against them accidentally. “Mm?” They could feel his warm breath on the back of their neck. “Is something wrong, Galin~?” Decord inquired, arm lowering inadvertently, brushing against their bare skin.
Galin whimpered at the touch, so warm against their cold skin, they pushed back against him. Consumed by lust, by need, their tired mind a cloud of dreams and reality melding together. They needed something, it’d cure them, right? To get it out of their system? “Sure.. That’s one way to get your sins out..” Had they said it out loud? Oh how further embarrassing. “Nothing embarrassing about it at all, my beloved believer..” Huh?
Wet and sticky, they pressed their thighs together as his fingers pushed their nightgown up further, fully exposing them to his barely clothed form. Ah.. He really was.. “Big? Don’t worry about that..” Decord pressed a kiss to their shoulder, unable to contain his smirk or the way his fangs grazed against their skin.
Their underwear wasn’t a hindrance for much longer, removed and tossed aside lazily. “Are you.. Sure this is alright, Fa-... Uh… Decord..?” Galin whimpered, feeling his flesh against theirs after a couple of seconds of his shuffling. Decord hummed, the preacher moving closer, scarred fingers trailing over their hip.
It felt like something was tugging their legs apart, but there was nothing there, just an undeniable cold pressure. “You trust me, yes?” Quietly, they nodded. Galin trusted him, of course.. He was their deity. Wait.. What? No- Their prea- A soft moan escaped them when they felt the tip of his cock press against their warm wet entrance.
They were so.. Sensitive. For as many dreams as they had, for how often they rocked against their pillow in their sleep. They’d never actually.. “So naive, pretty thing..” Decord whispered in their ear, a shaky chuckle escaping him as he rubbed his tip along their wet folds. Galin rocked their hips a little, their judgement clouded by their need.
“Please..”
Decord laughed against their skin, shadows tightening around their legs to keep them spread for him. He pressed against them, listening to their pathetic little moans. And the demon wasted little time, biting down on their shoulder to distract them from the pain of pushing into them. Their moans were like currency, the sounds of innocence ruined with such pleasure.
The sensation of Alee's blade slicing through their flesh always felt odd. It didn't hurt, they didn't have functioning nerve endings. But they could feel the separation of skin, the muscle and tissue pulling apart as he cut from side to side.
Lumio looked down, watching his intestines struggle to stay inside of his body. The blade was set down on the couch beside them, but they paid it no mind as they continued to watch and feel their intestines threatening to spill.
“There we go..” Alee's voice drew their attention to him, his eyes on the bleeding wound. Some blood speckled his face but he didn't seem to notice. He brought his hand up, gently pressing on Lumio's skin just above the slit.
They didn't really feel it, not until Alee pressed himself between their legs and instead kissed the wound. They felt that, the sensation made them twitch.
Alee's eyes flicked down, watching them get a semi from his kiss. He smiled. He kissed the wound again, and they exhaled above him. His tongue flicked out between his lips, gliding along the large slit.
Their hand tangled in his hair and he purred. “Alee…” Their voice was more gravely and he nodded, happy to give them what they wanted.
He slid his tongue into the wound, relishing in the taste of their blood. His eyes closed as he lapped up their blood, as he curled his tongue around their intestine, his nose pressed to their stomach as he enjoyed himself thoroughly.
Lumio groaned, head falling back against the couch. They pressed his head harder against their stomach and he eagerly licked at them. His chest kept pressing against their hard on and they couldn't help but buck their hips up against his tits.
Alee pulled his shirt down, letting his tits fall out. He continued to suck on the wound as he squeezed his tits around Lumio's cock. They fucked up into his chest as he licked the edge of their wound, tongue piercing rolling against the hot sensitive skin.
His tits made for the perfect fleshlight as their cock eagerly thrusted between them. His skin was so soft and warm. And his tongue inside their wound felt so good. There was no pain, no lack of sensation, only pleasure.
“Ngh.. mm- Alee-”
“Mhm?” Alee tugged on the edge of the wound gently with his teeth. The action allowed their small intestine to fall slightly out. But Alee was quick to suck on the exposed intestine, tongue pressing against it as he sucked on it as he would their dick.
They panted, watching through half lidded eyes as he reached into the wound he'd made. He gripped a different part of Lumio's small intestine, and his hand quickly began to rub up and down the intestine.
He looked up at them with big pretty eyes as he sucked on and stroked their intestines. Their blood was all over his face now, painting his pale skin is a blue hue. It dripped down his chin and throat. And it felt so good.
Lumio's eyes shut as they came, a small moan escaping them as their iridescent cum painted his tits alongside their blood. Alee purred at the feeling, giving their intestine a few more licks before he released it and pulled his hand from inside of them.
“Come here..”
Alee got off his knees, picking up their intestine so he could sit in their lap. Their arms wrapped around him, pulling him in tight. He carefully slid their intestine back inside of them so he could rest against their chest. But once it was inside, Alee was happy to lay against them, nuzzling their neck and staining their grey skin blue too.
For most, immortality is a driving desire of humanity. For Alee Destan, it's a curse he must bear witness to. Lucky for him, Vesper knows all the ways to calm his overactive mind.
“Gonna live, baby?” Vesper questioned, voice teasing given their current circumstances. Mismatched eyes stared through the man sitting in their lap, his chest rising and falling with effort. Alee rolled his eyes at their poor attempt at a joke. Xe ran xyr fingers up his bare side, making him shudder under xyr warm touch.
“I'm fine.”
His voice was hoarse, strained from his moaning. Vesper could only really be proud at the effect they had on him. Xe rubbed his weak hip, easing tension in the joint. They pressed their forehead against his, watching as he closed his eyes and caught his breath.
“I'm going to make you do all the work next time.”
Xe laughed. The sound made Alee smile, pulling back and straightening out. “Sure thing, doll. I believe you.” They both knew he wouldn't. There was a reason this certain type of escapade was done with Alee riding xem. It made things a lot easier.
The mercenary laid xyr hand flat against his back, keeping him pressed to xem as xe leaned forward to grab the revolver and bullet on the table. The motion caused him to spasm around xem and xe bit the inside of their cheek to keep from groaning. They leaned back, releasing him to flick open the cylinder on xyr revolver.
“Just the one bullet?”
“I thought we'd play a game this time.”
Alee tilted his head, of the two fox ears on his head, the torn one twitched with curiosity. The curiosity carried over to his red gaze, focused on them.
Xe slid the bullet into the cylinder and closed it. “Don't count.” Vesper had to warn, knowing the man's aptitude for counting better than anyone. Alee stuck his tongue out and xe leaned forward, licking it.
“Eugh-” “You love it.”
Vesper spun the cylinder, listening to it click multiple times. Xe tapped the muzzle to Alee's lips, mismatched eyes watching as his mouth fell open to accommodate the mercenary’s weapon. His tongue ran along the barrel of the revolver, the sound of his metal tongue piercing clinking against it was audible.
“Good boy,” xe cooed, using xyr free hand to hold his hip. Vesper rolled their hips upwards, making the man in their lap moan around the gun. “There we go..” They let go of his hip, reaching between them to rub and tease the man's hard tdick.
This combined with the gun in his mouth made him whine and squirm. Alee's claws dug into xyr shoulders as he resumed a pace bouncing up and down. Slower, more sensual, but his cunt squeezed their cock all the same. Vesper lazed back, tanned cheeks flushed as xe pulled the revolver from his mouth.
Instead, xe ran the spit covered weapon along his jaw, leaving a faint shine across his pale skin. Xe tapped his cheek with the gun, eyes roaming down his body, watching the way his chest bounced in tandem with his movements.
Their breathing became more ragged as they once more dragged the gun along his skin. Xe brought the weapon under his chin, pointing it upwards.
Vesper pulled the trigger.
And the gun clicked harmlessly.
They felt his heartbeat around their dick, they could feel the way his excitement bubbled up, even if he didn't word it beyond a needy moan. Xe tugged at his tdick, making his claws dig a little harder into xem.
Vesper brought the gun under their own chin, maintaining eye contact while xe pulled the trigger on themself.
Click.
“Too bad.” Xe hummed, licking their lips, tongue sliding over xyr fangs. The fox featured man practically locked xem inside of him with how tight he was getting out of pure excitement and eagerness. “Relax, doll.” Vesper leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss against Alee's cold lips. He was going to crush them if he kept it up like that.
Alee kissed back, whining into the kiss but clinging to xem nonetheless. “There we go.” Xe murmured against his lips. Carefully they balanced the revolver in xyr hand as xe brushed his bangs out of his face.
Vesper groaned softly when the man picked up the pace, tilting their head slightly. Xe ran the gun against the curvature of his chest, outlining his breast while he desperately fucked himself on them.
“V..Vesper..”
“Mhm?”
They already knew. They knew him so well at this point. Vesper lifted their hand once more, gently prying open his mouth to slide the barrel of the gun into his mouth.
Their finger moved to the trigger of the revolver, watching through half lidded eyes as he sucked on the weapon. The pleasure was mounting, for both of them.
Vesper pulled the trigger of the gun.
The man's body spasmed and stilled, the euphoria of death always got him over the ledge. Vesper let out a shaky exhale, hot cum shooting deeply into his cunt. Xe gently pulled the gun from his mouth, they hung their arm at their side to gently drop it onto the ground.
Xe wrapped xyr arms around him, holding him close to xyr chest. For a short time his mind would be at rest, devoid of the overwhelming call of destiny. Xe ran xyr fingers through his dark messy long hair. They'd have to clean up soon, settle him somewhere soft to regenerate. But they'd enjoy this time first, even as the stench of blood invaded every sense.
