Amo las canciones/ inserte song/ost/character song porque por ejemplo: MomoRyo: si te haces el malo en las arenas del tiempo te vamos a matar RenSast: Sos la luz en mí vida, le diste color, voy a estar siempre a tu lado.
This prompt is from @/blood-hymns "shiptober after dark" prompt list.
After another successful training session, Desast does what he does best; annoy Ren.
Tags: Desast x Akamichi Ren, smut, monsterfucking.
Desast laughed as he was pushed back, heels digging into the dirt, he wasn’t pushed back very far. He straightened out, lowering his sword to his side as he stared across the small forest clearing to his opponent - no, his training buddy.
“You’re getting stronger~” The megid complimented, loosely twisting his wrist to bounce his blade. Ren sheathed his sword, already turning and disappearing through the trees. “Hey!” He groaned, following slowly after the easily annoyed teenager.
He wondered briefly if this is how Storious felt with him. But he quickly dispelled that thought. He respected Ren much more than that. His scarf split into ribbons as he stalked after the swordsman, the ribbons making their way through the forest floor.
Ren tripped.
“Desast!” He yelled, fingers digging into the dirt with a loud growl. He looked over his shoulder at him, the megid moving closer in his own inhuman way. The ribbon wrapped properly around his ankle, hoisting him up into the air. Ren struggled against it, flailing and trying to pull himself up to rip it off of his ankle.
To no avail.
Desast meandered up to him, straightening out as best as he could to poke the man's nose. “Put me down!” He demanded, arms crossed over his chest. Another ribbon came up, wrapping around his other ankle. “This couldn't have waited til we got to the tent, man?!”
“Mmm..” Desast hummed, arms behind his back. He slouched again, beginning to circle the hanging swordsman. “I like seeing you all helpless.” The megid admitted with a shrug as he came back in front of Ren. The man made a face at him, trying to pull himself up to smack Desast in the skull.
But Desast dodged and two more ribbons whipped out, this time they restrained Ren's arms. They wrapped around his wrists and yanked his arms outwards, he was left suspended in the air, facing upwards at the tree canopy.
“You’re the worst!”
Desast tilted his head almost mechanically, eyes trailing over the swordsman's body. “You’re just mad this position makes you submissive.” Desast teased him with a low laugh. The megid stalked closer, each step slow and careful. He could steal his sword, end his life, humiliate him for years to come.
But he didn't.
Ren inhaled shakily when clawed fingers ran down his cheek, down his jaw and neck. “You still wear this stupid uniform.” He sounded dismayed, or maybe annoyed. He tugged Ren's belt free, the material and his sword dropping to the ground beneath him.
“Watch it!”
“It's fine.” Desast's fingers skillfully undid his coat. He fell back when the ribbons retracted, but his coat was yanked off and tossed. The megid fell to his knees, grabbing the shirt pooling around his chest to yank it off too. Ren glared at him, eyes narrowed. But there was no real malice, he didn't really want to fight it.
Once his shirt was gone the ribbons wrapped around his wrists again, hoisting him back up. Desast stood, eyes scanning the man’s bare chest, he was small but toned. Claws dragged along his skin leaving red marks in their wake as Desast moved from his head to his legs.
“Can you hurry it up, Desast?! Who taught you to tease anyways?!”
Desast made a sound that was akin to a human clicking their tongue but not.. Quite. “It’s hard to have fun with you when you’re so ungrateful, little wind swordsman.” He undid the button of his pants, using more of his scarf to tug his layers down to his ankles. Ren shuddered at the sudden cold air that washed over his heated body.
“I’m not ungrateful-” he managed, voice a bit pouty. The megid tilted his head at Ren again, now watching him intently. With limited facial expressions, Desast was hard to read, but the low guttural chuckle that escaped him was enough to express his feelings.
“No?” His fingers trailed up the man's thigh, up his leg, over his sharp hipbone. “Free stress relief and relaxation and you don’t even thank me half the time.” Desast huffed at him, careful of his claws, he continued trailing his fingers upwards, up his shaft.
Ren shuddered, head falling back weakly. His tip already wept, overactive and pent up, beads of pre leaked down. Desast accommodated, using his fingers to smear the fluid over his shaft and eventually all over the tip of his dick.
The swordsman exhaled shakily, tongue running over his bottom lip to contain his sounds. Ren had surprising self control when he wanted to and Desast enjoyed nothing more than ruining that self control.
Their relationship hinged on this principle.
Desast was warm, his touch was always warm. Almost burning. It made Ren writhe against the scarf ribbons that kept his strung up in the air. While goosebumps spread over his skin from the cold, Desast's overly warm touch was a solace. The swordsman whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut as his companion touched him.
He let out a whine when the warm touch pulled away from him, eyes snapping open, he lifted his head to watch Desast.
The man was far from human. Every moment spent with him, Ren knew that. It never escaped him. But the megid's jaw unhinged, opening to monstrous standards. It made Ren's cheeks flush red, down his neck. Especially as a long tongue curled out from Desast’s mouth, unfurling much like when he ripped his scarf into ribbons.
It dripped with saliva as Desast tilted his head down towards him, wet and gross, and tragically appealing. Ren writhed again, trying to make a point to push his hips up, the ribbons around his limbs kept him from getting too far in his efforts.
He ducked to get between Ren’s legs, clawed fingers digging into the soft pale flesh of his thighs. Ren’s breath caught in his throat, staring up at the trees and the dots of blue that bled through.
If his hands were warm, Desast’s tongue was a raging inferno. Hot and wet as it wrapped around the length of his shaft. Ren clenched his hands into fists, trying to steady his breathing as his companion attempted to get a reaction from him.
Desast made a sound of disapproval, muffled by his mouth being split apart. His claws dug into Ren’s thighs, making the swordsman groan; finally. The megid was relentless once he got what he wanted. His tongue squeezed and moved in ways that weren’t natural, ways that made Ren gasp and whine.
Hot and wet and dizzying. No matter how much practice he felt he got in, Ren was easy to unravel. Young and inexperienced. It entertained the megid who always made a point to push him to his limits. No matter how quickly he came or how messy it was or how much he whimpered and tugged at the ribbons.
Desast was intent on seeing how far Ren would go before he actually tapped out.
