[76 was certainly enjoying having that hair in his hand, even the odd fact it was brushing against skin- Reaper looked nice with it, even if he'd never voice such a thought. Instead he kept a few locks of it curled around fingers, all the better to pull and tug whenever that hand moved. Let fingertips lightly brush over where the strands were rooted after every other tugging.
Was hard fought to let go of that kiss, not out of a mindfulness to keep himself muffled, but rather a want to keep his mouth latched somewhere. Keep it busy, given no want to discover if he was tempted to be chatty in any way other that some sharp gasp or low groan whenever Reaper managed to hit the right spot so early on—
Wouldn't happen right away, but hell if 76's hips didn't buck with how close Reaper had gotten, grinding down on to him a bit. Nails digging in near his spine, head fallen back against the mattress with some brief huff. Some unspoken Already? in how it was exhaled.
May have been a while, but he still had more than enough stamina for this. Expected Reaper did as well.]
[His hair continued to caress 76's skin and his own as they began to fall into a motion with one another. He could grip Jack's hair even with how short it was, but he held off for instead balancing himself on his hands so he could have maximum thrust potential when they got up to speed. After all, both of them wanted all situations to be something of a fight.
And who was he to resist the opportunity when 76's head fell back? His eyes caught on that beard - oh how it haunted him in the beginning - and he leaned down to bury his face into 76's neck to bite and suck and lick the skin there. He worked his way up the side, and he left his second hickey right underneath 76's solid jaw.
He punctuated that action with a stronger thrust as he began to fall into a rhythm since there were no protests. He moved with the leg around him, letting it be a guide for how strong 76 wanted it. As he built up the speed and power of his thrusts, he felt that liquid heat spreading from his cock and belly around his body, setting fire to his veins in the best possible way.]
[Something of a fight, something rough that would leave marks and be felt later- make it real, make it hurt just right. 76 knew what he liked but this? This was a bit different, some need for it to hurt a little more tan he might've liked when he was younger.
Reaper got a rumbling moan out of him the moment that mouth of his went down and practically latched, hand pressed against the back of his head. Fingers curled and nails scratched over scalp with a bit of a pull of hair, encouraging it all with a hissed out sound of a sigh. It was good, and Reaper could keep doing it; leave more marks if he wanted. Throat bared to him despite so much.
76 kept what pace and rhythm he could, rolling his hips and simply rocking his own hips with Reaper's movements. Digging in a hell in that quiet little demand for something more when he felt he could take it, dragging nails and gripping at a side. Arching as inner muscles flexed to squeeze around Reaper's cock with a move to his hips as well, just to encourage him that much more.
They both wanted, and were in this deep- may as well, right?]
[When two people had been through a ton of shit, enhanced beyond any human limits and tended to use fighting as a type of flirting, it was bound to end up a bit rougher than usual. Reaper for his part needed the pain to feel grounded in the moment. The dull chronic agony of his body's condition needed to be offset with the sharpness of acute pain to mix with the pleasure. This was just right and the threat of violence was always exciting.
His mouth wasn't going to stop for long, and even when he wasn't mouthing on 76's neck, he was breathing against the moistened skin. His breath was picking up now that his body was in motion, working them both up to a froth. Those noises made all of this work it, especially combined with 76's neck being so bared for him.
The demand was heard through physical pressure, and he responded with a particularly sharp thrust of his hips to drive himself deep and against the younger man's prostate. His pace after that moment was harder and faster, no doubt bridging on something painful for a normal person. 76 was anything but normal, and that was the beauty of it. Always pushing one another limits.]
[That sharp bit of pain was something 76 was all too willing to give, and expected to get in turn for it. Teetering on being too much or too little, chasing it as much as he could to keep it where that balance was needed. No worry of it slipping to too much, no fear needing to hold anything back-
The moment he felt skin against his own lips, could feel a mix of facial hair and bare skin, 76 was biting down. Sharp teeth sunk where neck met shoulder as his head tiled slightly, doing nothing to muffle despite that want to bite. Some little thing, fingers twisting within long white hair, no doubt his own beard scruffed against skin, sharp teeth dragging along, only letting go whenever Reaper went for his again, gasps growing louder. Hitching, even.
It was what 76 needed, wanted, made clear from the rumbling moan and the way his body bucked from the sharper thrust. Thighs clung to sides, hitched up thanks to the way his heel could brace against Reaper, actually opening himself up to make that angle better for them both; easier for the older man to sink in deep and pull back, and for him to feel it. Sharp nails dug further against Reaper's back, those marks left behind in welt raising scratches.]
[He hissed at the bite, and then rumbled a noise of amusement. Feral dog. He replied to the bite with one of his own on 76's neck and punctuated it with a hard ram of his hips. His fingers dug into the sheets before he was pushing himself to balance on one of them and his knees to a degree, all so he could have a hand free to drag his nails down the length of 76's torso, scratching over hip and then seized the back of the younger man's thigh. He applied pressure, pinpricks of bruising from his long claw-like nails.
He breathed harder as pleasure shut down much of his awareness of the world beyond this moment, and he full invested in this. Thankfully the mattress was on the floor otherwise there would be plenty more noise from a protesting bedframe. They weren't so civilized as to invest in one, but he still fully intended to leave an impression of 76 in said mattress.
He pounded the younger man with a hard and fast pace. His skin was plenty warm by this point, enough to break out into a light sheen of sweet. He was getting closer yeah, but he wasn't going to let that happen without 76 mewling - or yelling - against him. Hair pulling and gasping was great, but he changed the angle of his hips so he could lower his belly so it rubbed against 76's cock trapped between them.]
[Took the breath right out of him in the best way, no missing the half choked moan that escaped him. The way that 76 just held that much tighter to Reaper as if that was the only thing holding him together for a moment; had been exactly the change needed. Rumbling from the dragging of nail, the next breath hitched as he showed appreciation with another bite, more at Reaper's shoulder than not. Leaving marks and bruising of his own behind.
May not have had a bedframe, but the floor creaked enough under the old mattress, no danger of breaking anything with the work 76 had done to ensure everything was structurally sound in this shared space. Mattress was doing it's job well, put through some paces.
76 still did his best to keep up with Reaper's pace once it picked up, his own hips rocking and even grinding down on his cock when able. Claws dragging along skin and leaving a number of scratches and welts behind, a firm grip in hair as he pulled at it or had his had pressed against the back of Reaper's head. All to encouraging whatever mouthing, or keep him held close there. Could feel how close he was getting, grinding up against Reaper's stomach, thigh not held still hooked against the older man-
Reaper would know when he was so damn close by how nails dug, how 76's hips moved with a little more desperation in rocking between taking all of his dick to grinding his own against a muscled stomach. Just there, gasps turned in to rumbles, breath hitching—]
[By the end of this, they were both going to be littered with bruises, bites and raised welts. None of it would last long, but in the heat of the moment, it was thrilling as hell. He always had to be on the gentle side, and yet here they were laying into each other in the sweetest and most pleasurable way possible. It felt damn good.
He appreciated that they could keep up, move with the same kind of rhythm for the benefit of them both in this situation. He growled as nails dug in, as Jack's knees gripped his sides and how the younger man was angled perfectly.
He drove them both towards their peak, knowing he was getting close and listening to how Jack breathed and moved to figure out that the younger man was also likely close. He chased it, dragging Jack along with him as their hips ground together and his abs rubbed over the younger man's cock. He was panting lightly, moaning on each thrust, eyes half-closed as he concentrated but also unwilling to not watch Jack in such pleasure.
His claws dug into 76's thigh hard enough to pierce skin and draw a little blood. He arched his shoulders and back, his hips driving in hard twice before he was grinding as he found his orgasm with a long, low growling groan of pleasure.]
[Things that would linger, but not as long as they would if either of them were two normal men. Hurt enough that the feeling would at least last for longer than that, the sort of ache that was more satisfying than not, the best of ways for something so physical.
Reaper was getting something of a show whether 76 was wanting to give one or not, a bit of blood smeared on lips from that last bite to the older man's shoulder, sharp teeth bared as he gasped. As he moaned and caught his breath with every hitch. Not stringing either of them along as they both chased after that pleasure, keeping up and making it hurt in the ways both of them felt was needed. What was wanted without any thought put to it.
Of course it didn't really take much longer after Reaper came that 76 got his, felt his own organism move through him as that heat pooled past his own gut. Nails digging in to skin as his other hand kept wrapped in long white hair. Shuddering a bit as inner muscles squeezed around Reaper's cock, grinding against him. That mess made between them could be worried about eventually.
Didn't quite stop moving right away either, more to ride it out than anything. Prolong just a little, no thoughts.]
[This was more or less like he had imagined on the rare occasion, and most of the time he didn't have to imagine it. The internet was a dark place where all sorts of images popped up, and he had to be aware of the Strike Commander's reputation in public and beyond it. This was something else though, far more personal, far more feeding into his own aesthetic and he was drinking it all in.
His hand worked 76's cock harder once he had cum, pushing the younger man to follow after him, and his eyes clenched shut when all the muscles around his cock tightened. He continued jerking little grinds against 76's ass as they made a mess of themselves in the moment, but that was the least of their concerns right now. Reaper was deeply invested in riding this high of orgasm as long as he possibly could.
He panted as the pleasure ebbed slowly away, and he bowed his head even as he remained buried inside of 76 further and finally just moved his hand so he could lay down again on the younger man. Let him enjoy the moment. Nothing more, nothing less.]
[Could taste blood on his tongue, clinging to his teeth as that last bite of his had drawn it- and couldn't find it in him to care too much. Didn't doubt that he was probably bleeding in a few places; 76 could feel that stinging in his thigh where Reaper had dug in claws, and it created a sort of pleasant buzz when mingling with everything else.
Hell, hips jerked and buck a bit with that hand, how deep Reaper remained buried in him. Still squeezed around him as claws dragged down his back, along a side and back again. Thighs rested against sides once things just stopped moving, breaths coming more in pants as his head tilted back.
A hand rested between Reaper's shoulder blades even as the other kept in hair, claws almost idly combing through some small part of it. Detangling what was wrapped around fingers.
[They were both battered and bruised with spots of blood on their skin. That was just another day in the office at this point, though he though that 76 was far more invested in being injured in some way these days. Reaper at least pretended to not get hurt as much as he was much of the time. 76 was a glorious reckless asshole in all things physical, making up for years behind a desk handcuffed. So yeah, the blood looked good on the guy. He wouldn't deny it.
He tipped his head enough that his temple could rest against 76's as he lay there breathing and enjoying the warm pleasure of sex before it would ebb away and be overtaken by his normal levels of chronic pain caused by his condition. 76 was still like a blast furnace under him, keeping him warm and cozy there despite the cooling mess between them and on the mattress.
He hummed as his hair was combed with fingers, shifting a little. He turned his head enough to brush his lips on 76's cheek. He should get up, he told himself. Clean them up and never, ever speak of this again. If they didn't talk about it, it couldn't rear up to be a mistake they both would regret. After all, there were no gumdrops in sight this time; it was all them making bad life decisions, as always.]
[The blood would wash away as easily as anything else, even if either of them might have to search a little for those spots with how hands gripped and claw-like nails dug in to flesh here and there. Worried about later- and not thought too hard about in just how they got there. Satisfying as the stings would still be, lingering in the skin, for the act itself.
No discouragement came, taking that weight against his forehead and how panting breaths mingled, gradually would slow together as well. Taking every lingering feeling for what he could, still filled given Reaper hadn't pulled out of him yet, and everything that came with that.
Even with that little voice, to move rather than keep lingering. Get out from under that weight, but he wasn't budging despite it as if that too could just jarr everything too soon. A reluctance he didn't want to think on, all of the reasons- how 76 kept hi fingers combing through hair, that brush of lips against his own cheek. They shouldn't linger, never speak of it, never acknowledge it.
How his hand remained resting right where it was, rather than moving just yet.]
[When 76 didn't try to squirm out from under him or shove him off, he remained lounging in his current position as he gradually softened in the younger man. His eyes stayed closed as he savoured the sensation of fingers combing through his hair, shivering when those same fingers caressed his back accidentally through the white locks that hung down his back.
He stretched out his legs, not bothered by them hanging off the edge of the mattress. He shifted his hips, pulling himself free of 76, but still he didn't move off of the younger man. He was cozy and comfortable, nuzzling 76 with his nose as his breathing calmed again, and he felt himself relaxed and settled more than he had since arriving in this place.
For once, his guard was mostly down.
His hand stroked the underside of 76's thigh where his nails had dug in then stroked back up over hip and side.]
Mmmm, gonna get up to clean us. You want anything? I'm only getting up once.
[Meaning, despite the situation, he planned on staying around rather than fleeing. In the distance, the sound of residual fireworks were going off.]
[Didn't linger -or think too hard- over how easy it was to stay like this, but it as easy to simply chock it up to being tired out for once due to the act and leave it as that. Went hard, and he could admit that he felt more relaxed than he ha any right to; far as he was concerned at least. Let the thought pass.
Had felt that shiver, and was enough to keep fingers moving slowly. A little shudder came with that trailing tough from his thigh to his side—
Corner of his mouth twitched at the question, taking in a slow and deep breath as he took the time to think at least that much-]
Thermos filled with water in my bag there, large. [Could both probably do with some water, a quiet offer to share it.] Jar of moonshine if you want any of that, too.
[Both were in the same bag. Noted that the offer also meant that, well. Apparently Reaper was staying and 76 had no plans of leaving himself.]
[He slowly lifted his head from where it rested against 76's cheek so that he could look the direction of their discarded outfits and more specifically the pack in question. They should probably eat some of those dumplings that 76 had decided to wait in line for tonight as well, and he expected if he brought them over that the younger man would eat a bit.
He lingered where he was as his skin cooled in the air, and then he nodded as if to motivate himself. He finally set his hands and pushed himself up, uncaring of the state of his nudity as he stepped over discarded pieces of armour and feathers to grab 76's pack. He grabbed some of the dumpling in their packages as well.
He seated himself next to 76 and rooted through the pack looking for water and a cloth, adding the water to it. He tossed the dumplings at 76.] Put those in your face before they go stale. [Then he began to wash the evidence of their union off of 76's skin starting with belly and working his way down.]
[His hands moved off of Reaper once he started moving to get up, stretching just a little to get a feel for himself as he remained on his back for the moment. Staring up at the patched ceiling- and not for the other man's privacy. They'd seen each other naked hundreds of times simply from either communal showers or the few times they'd shared a living space out of necessity; all times when younger, but it didn't lessen the fact it didn't bother him.
More a reluctance to pull himself together, listening both to Reaper's movements in order to place him in his walk and the fireworks going off in the distance. Sounded almost muffled with how far away it all was, the forest between them and the festival's last hoorah.
He caught the dumplings in hand, propping himself up enough with a few pillows just to not make the clean-up hard for Reaper when he took initiative.]
You want any, or am I eating on my own? [Popping one of the more savory dumplings in to his mouth once he pulled out the container. ]
[He busied himself with his task of cleaning up his partner for the night, at least respectful enough for that. It was a routine that he found oddly comforting and one he hadn't particularly had to do much with his last boyfriend. It allowed him to keep his hands busy so that he wouldn't think too much about the fact that he had fallen into bed with 76 unprompted.
He nudged the younger man's leg up so he could wipe between them too. No one liked the stinky mess of dried cum, and a hot shower wasn't exactly an option for their little safe house. So this was how it was going to be.]
Maybe once I finish cleaning us up. Eat up, and if there's any left, I might take it.
[He wouldn't be upset if 76 ate that bag of dumplings. There was another on the table. 76 probably hadn't eaten in awhile anyway.
He sat back and cleaned himself up after he had finished with 76.]
[76 did his part of keep that leg up and too the side for the clean up there, propped a bit on and elbow as he leaned back and- well. He moved as needed to give Reaper that access rather than making that end of the clean-up difficult for either of them, not much thought needed for it and. Well.
Maybe he was using the dumplings as something more to keep occupied with himself rather than think much on the fact of how they'd gotten to this point. The reason for the need of it and, well. Letting the man have the task.]
There's some sweater ones- might save you at least one of those.
[He'd do more than that, but this was an easier conversation to fall on to, and he sat up after scoot backwards a bit once he was cleaned up enough to Reaper's satisfaction. Legs loosely folded as he allowed himself to eat slowly.
The dumplings were still good and, surprisingly, still warm. Must've been the packaging.]
[While he might be concentrating on the task at hand, he was watching 76 out of the corner of his eye occasionally. 76 seemed pretty comfortable, and he could honestly say that they were seated rather companionably with each other. This was a strange day since they had been generally agreeable with each other after they had began to move around together.
He washed himself off and then tossed the cloth aside so that he could deal with it later. Then he made a point of pulling his hair over his shoulder and combing it out with his fingers. Of course, just the big tangles as he didn't care enough to work everything out.]
Might, huh? After I served you so well, my Prince?
[He smirked and wasn't offended by not being saved food. It was fine. He didn't need to eat.]
You could always take the dumplings and eat if you let me take care of your hair for you.
[He gestured a bit at the half-assed finger combing that Reaper was doing as he spoke, using the dumpling container in hand to do so. He was a little responsible for the mess it was in after all, given how he was pulling on it and had kept at least one hand in it all.
That and, well, 76 figured it was easier to have someone else help with longer hair. He could do it.]
Or would my Knight be opposed after the way he served?
[He raised an eyebrow at the suggestion that he needed his hair to be tended, but he expected that refusing would cause a fight. He was actually willing to avoid one tonight, since the fireworks were going to go for awhile yet, and he was still relaxed enough to be a touch more passive than usual.
He flipped his waist length hair back over his shoulder and moved to closer to 76 and turned around so that his scarred back was presented to the younger man. He pulled his knees up even as he took a drink from the water bottle and offered it back to 76 before the younger man started on his hair.]
No, you did make a mess of it. All that hair pulling.
[He would exchange the water bottle for some of the dumplings. Okay, he would eat one or two.]
[At least, for now, it seemed they were both willing to keep the peace between them. Some tension worked out, probably- and not thinking on why too much. It happened, burned a lot of energy and whatever else. Physical and exhausting in ways not managed too many other ways for either of them.
He did snort a bit, shifting so he was sitting with his legs folded closer to himself to make plenty of room for Reaper there.]
Weren't complaining as it happened.
[Passing the dumplings to Reaper as he took that bottle of water, drank from it, and then set it aside for the moment.
Reaper would be treated to the feelings of claws moving over his scalp as 76 was very much using his claws as a comb to work out every knot he came across. Carefully. He was taking care in combing out that hair even with what he worked with.]
[It was interesting that they could sometimes achieve some version of companionable with each other now and again these days. He supposed that 76 had disarmed him a little in nearly dying, the stupid moron, but he had never intended the younger man to die. He had his own version of what should happen with Jack, and he still stuck to that here, even if he shouldn't as it wouldn't matter in the end, right?
Still, for now, it was in both of their best interests to keep the peace. 76 wasn't the worst company to keep sometimes. Maybe. He made certain to stop any memory of the good ol' days as it were.
He took a dumpling from the container and took a bite, chewing slowly to savour the taste. They weren't half bad, though perhaps they were made better by someone else combing out his hair for him. So he sat and enjoyed the grooming that he had long denied himself and ate a few dumplings before rustling through 76's bag for some of that moonshine.
Fine, they'd make an evening of it.]
Neither of us was complaining. Guess both of us are owed a little roll in the sheets now and again.
[He made the remark airily, without intending that it would happen again between them.]
[Claws worked from root to end in their combing, felt against scalp and looping it over hands to make sure it was smooth in the lacking of knots way. Any dead hair was more or less rolled together and set aside as he worked and once all of the knots were out? Well, 76 idly started a loose braid. Figured Reaper would protest if he felt what was up and didn't want it.
He figured it would be the easiest way to help keep all of that hair out of the way for now.]
Jar would be too the right, by the way. [Would be a black and red sparkling look. Blackberries and raspberries, with a bit of cherry, on top of that usual taste that came with even a sweetened up honeyshine.]
Yeah, sure.
[Rather than argue or linger on the point, just slowly continuing that loose braid of his.]
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Was hard fought to let go of that kiss, not out of a mindfulness to keep himself muffled, but rather a want to keep his mouth latched somewhere. Keep it busy, given no want to discover if he was tempted to be chatty in any way other that some sharp gasp or low groan whenever Reaper managed to hit the right spot so early on—
Wouldn't happen right away, but hell if 76's hips didn't buck with how close Reaper had gotten, grinding down on to him a bit. Nails digging in near his spine, head fallen back against the mattress with some brief huff. Some unspoken Already? in how it was exhaled.
May have been a while, but he still had more than enough stamina for this. Expected Reaper did as well.]
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And who was he to resist the opportunity when 76's head fell back? His eyes caught on that beard - oh how it haunted him in the beginning - and he leaned down to bury his face into 76's neck to bite and suck and lick the skin there. He worked his way up the side, and he left his second hickey right underneath 76's solid jaw.
He punctuated that action with a stronger thrust as he began to fall into a rhythm since there were no protests. He moved with the leg around him, letting it be a guide for how strong 76 wanted it. As he built up the speed and power of his thrusts, he felt that liquid heat spreading from his cock and belly around his body, setting fire to his veins in the best possible way.]
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Reaper got a rumbling moan out of him the moment that mouth of his went down and practically latched, hand pressed against the back of his head. Fingers curled and nails scratched over scalp with a bit of a pull of hair, encouraging it all with a hissed out sound of a sigh. It was good, and Reaper could keep doing it; leave more marks if he wanted. Throat bared to him despite so much.
76 kept what pace and rhythm he could, rolling his hips and simply rocking his own hips with Reaper's movements. Digging in a hell in that quiet little demand for something more when he felt he could take it, dragging nails and gripping at a side. Arching as inner muscles flexed to squeeze around Reaper's cock with a move to his hips as well, just to encourage him that much more.
They both wanted, and were in this deep- may as well, right?]
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His mouth wasn't going to stop for long, and even when he wasn't mouthing on 76's neck, he was breathing against the moistened skin. His breath was picking up now that his body was in motion, working them both up to a froth. Those noises made all of this work it, especially combined with 76's neck being so bared for him.
The demand was heard through physical pressure, and he responded with a particularly sharp thrust of his hips to drive himself deep and against the younger man's prostate. His pace after that moment was harder and faster, no doubt bridging on something painful for a normal person. 76 was anything but normal, and that was the beauty of it. Always pushing one another limits.]
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The moment he felt skin against his own lips, could feel a mix of facial hair and bare skin, 76 was biting down. Sharp teeth sunk where neck met shoulder as his head tiled slightly, doing nothing to muffle despite that want to bite. Some little thing, fingers twisting within long white hair, no doubt his own beard scruffed against skin, sharp teeth dragging along, only letting go whenever Reaper went for his again, gasps growing louder. Hitching, even.
It was what 76 needed, wanted, made clear from the rumbling moan and the way his body bucked from the sharper thrust. Thighs clung to sides, hitched up thanks to the way his heel could brace against Reaper, actually opening himself up to make that angle better for them both; easier for the older man to sink in deep and pull back, and for him to feel it. Sharp nails dug further against Reaper's back, those marks left behind in welt raising scratches.]
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He breathed harder as pleasure shut down much of his awareness of the world beyond this moment, and he full invested in this. Thankfully the mattress was on the floor otherwise there would be plenty more noise from a protesting bedframe. They weren't so civilized as to invest in one, but he still fully intended to leave an impression of 76 in said mattress.
He pounded the younger man with a hard and fast pace. His skin was plenty warm by this point, enough to break out into a light sheen of sweet. He was getting closer yeah, but he wasn't going to let that happen without 76 mewling - or yelling - against him. Hair pulling and gasping was great, but he changed the angle of his hips so he could lower his belly so it rubbed against 76's cock trapped between them.]
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May not have had a bedframe, but the floor creaked enough under the old mattress, no danger of breaking anything with the work 76 had done to ensure everything was structurally sound in this shared space. Mattress was doing it's job well, put through some paces.
76 still did his best to keep up with Reaper's pace once it picked up, his own hips rocking and even grinding down on his cock when able. Claws dragging along skin and leaving a number of scratches and welts behind, a firm grip in hair as he pulled at it or had his had pressed against the back of Reaper's head. All to encouraging whatever mouthing, or keep him held close there. Could feel how close he was getting, grinding up against Reaper's stomach, thigh not held still hooked against the older man-
Reaper would know when he was so damn close by how nails dug, how 76's hips moved with a little more desperation in rocking between taking all of his dick to grinding his own against a muscled stomach. Just there, gasps turned in to rumbles, breath hitching—]
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He appreciated that they could keep up, move with the same kind of rhythm for the benefit of them both in this situation. He growled as nails dug in, as Jack's knees gripped his sides and how the younger man was angled perfectly.
He drove them both towards their peak, knowing he was getting close and listening to how Jack breathed and moved to figure out that the younger man was also likely close. He chased it, dragging Jack along with him as their hips ground together and his abs rubbed over the younger man's cock. He was panting lightly, moaning on each thrust, eyes half-closed as he concentrated but also unwilling to not watch Jack in such pleasure.
His claws dug into 76's thigh hard enough to pierce skin and draw a little blood. He arched his shoulders and back, his hips driving in hard twice before he was grinding as he found his orgasm with a long, low growling groan of pleasure.]
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Reaper was getting something of a show whether 76 was wanting to give one or not, a bit of blood smeared on lips from that last bite to the older man's shoulder, sharp teeth bared as he gasped. As he moaned and caught his breath with every hitch. Not stringing either of them along as they both chased after that pleasure, keeping up and making it hurt in the ways both of them felt was needed. What was wanted without any thought put to it.
Of course it didn't really take much longer after Reaper came that 76 got his, felt his own organism move through him as that heat pooled past his own gut. Nails digging in to skin as his other hand kept wrapped in long white hair. Shuddering a bit as inner muscles squeezed around Reaper's cock, grinding against him. That mess made between them could be worried about eventually.
Didn't quite stop moving right away either, more to ride it out than anything. Prolong just a little, no thoughts.]
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His hand worked 76's cock harder once he had cum, pushing the younger man to follow after him, and his eyes clenched shut when all the muscles around his cock tightened. He continued jerking little grinds against 76's ass as they made a mess of themselves in the moment, but that was the least of their concerns right now. Reaper was deeply invested in riding this high of orgasm as long as he possibly could.
He panted as the pleasure ebbed slowly away, and he bowed his head even as he remained buried inside of 76 further and finally just moved his hand so he could lay down again on the younger man. Let him enjoy the moment. Nothing more, nothing less.]
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Hell, hips jerked and buck a bit with that hand, how deep Reaper remained buried in him. Still squeezed around him as claws dragged down his back, along a side and back again. Thighs rested against sides once things just stopped moving, breaths coming more in pants as his head tilted back.
A hand rested between Reaper's shoulder blades even as the other kept in hair, claws almost idly combing through some small part of it. Detangling what was wrapped around fingers.
Breathing.]
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He tipped his head enough that his temple could rest against 76's as he lay there breathing and enjoying the warm pleasure of sex before it would ebb away and be overtaken by his normal levels of chronic pain caused by his condition. 76 was still like a blast furnace under him, keeping him warm and cozy there despite the cooling mess between them and on the mattress.
He hummed as his hair was combed with fingers, shifting a little. He turned his head enough to brush his lips on 76's cheek. He should get up, he told himself. Clean them up and never, ever speak of this again. If they didn't talk about it, it couldn't rear up to be a mistake they both would regret. After all, there were no gumdrops in sight this time; it was all them making bad life decisions, as always.]
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No discouragement came, taking that weight against his forehead and how panting breaths mingled, gradually would slow together as well. Taking every lingering feeling for what he could, still filled given Reaper hadn't pulled out of him yet, and everything that came with that.
Even with that little voice, to move rather than keep lingering. Get out from under that weight, but he wasn't budging despite it as if that too could just jarr everything too soon. A reluctance he didn't want to think on, all of the reasons- how 76 kept hi fingers combing through hair, that brush of lips against his own cheek. They shouldn't linger, never speak of it, never acknowledge it.
How his hand remained resting right where it was, rather than moving just yet.]
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He stretched out his legs, not bothered by them hanging off the edge of the mattress. He shifted his hips, pulling himself free of 76, but still he didn't move off of the younger man. He was cozy and comfortable, nuzzling 76 with his nose as his breathing calmed again, and he felt himself relaxed and settled more than he had since arriving in this place.
For once, his guard was mostly down.
His hand stroked the underside of 76's thigh where his nails had dug in then stroked back up over hip and side.]
Mmmm, gonna get up to clean us. You want anything? I'm only getting up once.
[Meaning, despite the situation, he planned on staying around rather than fleeing. In the distance, the sound of residual fireworks were going off.]
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Had felt that shiver, and was enough to keep fingers moving slowly. A little shudder came with that trailing tough from his thigh to his side—
Corner of his mouth twitched at the question, taking in a slow and deep breath as he took the time to think at least that much-]
Thermos filled with water in my bag there, large. [Could both probably do with some water, a quiet offer to share it.] Jar of moonshine if you want any of that, too.
[Both were in the same bag. Noted that the offer also meant that, well. Apparently Reaper was staying and 76 had no plans of leaving himself.]
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He lingered where he was as his skin cooled in the air, and then he nodded as if to motivate himself. He finally set his hands and pushed himself up, uncaring of the state of his nudity as he stepped over discarded pieces of armour and feathers to grab 76's pack. He grabbed some of the dumpling in their packages as well.
He seated himself next to 76 and rooted through the pack looking for water and a cloth, adding the water to it. He tossed the dumplings at 76.] Put those in your face before they go stale. [Then he began to wash the evidence of their union off of 76's skin starting with belly and working his way down.]
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More a reluctance to pull himself together, listening both to Reaper's movements in order to place him in his walk and the fireworks going off in the distance. Sounded almost muffled with how far away it all was, the forest between them and the festival's last hoorah.
He caught the dumplings in hand, propping himself up enough with a few pillows just to not make the clean-up hard for Reaper when he took initiative.]
You want any, or am I eating on my own? [Popping one of the more savory dumplings in to his mouth once he pulled out the container. ]
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He nudged the younger man's leg up so he could wipe between them too. No one liked the stinky mess of dried cum, and a hot shower wasn't exactly an option for their little safe house. So this was how it was going to be.]
Maybe once I finish cleaning us up. Eat up, and if there's any left, I might take it.
[He wouldn't be upset if 76 ate that bag of dumplings. There was another on the table. 76 probably hadn't eaten in awhile anyway.
He sat back and cleaned himself up after he had finished with 76.]
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Maybe he was using the dumplings as something more to keep occupied with himself rather than think much on the fact of how they'd gotten to this point. The reason for the need of it and, well. Letting the man have the task.]
There's some sweater ones- might save you at least one of those.
[He'd do more than that, but this was an easier conversation to fall on to, and he sat up after scoot backwards a bit once he was cleaned up enough to Reaper's satisfaction. Legs loosely folded as he allowed himself to eat slowly.
The dumplings were still good and, surprisingly, still warm. Must've been the packaging.]
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He washed himself off and then tossed the cloth aside so that he could deal with it later. Then he made a point of pulling his hair over his shoulder and combing it out with his fingers. Of course, just the big tangles as he didn't care enough to work everything out.]
Might, huh? After I served you so well, my Prince?
[He smirked and wasn't offended by not being saved food. It was fine. He didn't need to eat.]
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[He gestured a bit at the half-assed finger combing that Reaper was doing as he spoke, using the dumpling container in hand to do so. He was a little responsible for the mess it was in after all, given how he was pulling on it and had kept at least one hand in it all.
That and, well, 76 figured it was easier to have someone else help with longer hair. He could do it.]
Or would my Knight be opposed after the way he served?
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He flipped his waist length hair back over his shoulder and moved to closer to 76 and turned around so that his scarred back was presented to the younger man. He pulled his knees up even as he took a drink from the water bottle and offered it back to 76 before the younger man started on his hair.]
No, you did make a mess of it. All that hair pulling.
[He would exchange the water bottle for some of the dumplings. Okay, he would eat one or two.]
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He did snort a bit, shifting so he was sitting with his legs folded closer to himself to make plenty of room for Reaper there.]
Weren't complaining as it happened.
[Passing the dumplings to Reaper as he took that bottle of water, drank from it, and then set it aside for the moment.
Reaper would be treated to the feelings of claws moving over his scalp as 76 was very much using his claws as a comb to work out every knot he came across. Carefully. He was taking care in combing out that hair even with what he worked with.]
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Still, for now, it was in both of their best interests to keep the peace. 76 wasn't the worst company to keep sometimes. Maybe. He made certain to stop any memory of the good ol' days as it were.
He took a dumpling from the container and took a bite, chewing slowly to savour the taste. They weren't half bad, though perhaps they were made better by someone else combing out his hair for him. So he sat and enjoyed the grooming that he had long denied himself and ate a few dumplings before rustling through 76's bag for some of that moonshine.
Fine, they'd make an evening of it.]
Neither of us was complaining. Guess both of us are owed a little roll in the sheets now and again.
[He made the remark airily, without intending that it would happen again between them.]
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He figured it would be the easiest way to help keep all of that hair out of the way for now.]
Jar would be too the right, by the way. [Would be a black and red sparkling look. Blackberries and raspberries, with a bit of cherry, on top of that usual taste that came with even a sweetened up honeyshine.]
Yeah, sure.
[Rather than argue or linger on the point, just slowly continuing that loose braid of his.]
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