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daios

[They arrive in the dorm room, a shrine in a forest with a futon, Hiroto still stealing Persephone's breath with his kiss, though once they're here... his grip can soften. There is a much smaller chance of escape, and now that he has him, a smaller chance of Persephone wanting to, he's sure.

Once he finally pulls himself away, he licks at his lips.]

Are those the kinds of clothes you often wear here?

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forgottenmercy

[...good to know what one of his unit's powers is. and glancing around the room, once Hiroto has let him go. getting a sense of the surroundings.

...kind of internally agreeing with Hiroto's assessment that there's not much of a chance to escape, here. and demurely lowering his eyes.]

Ah, yes. My unit's, ah...aesthetic.

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daios

[Hiroto doesn't seem inclined to hide his powers, or if he is, then that isn't enough of a priority here to bother him. He looks over Persephone again, his face betraying the light annoyance he has over the idea that Persephone frequently dressed to expose his legs so.

And yet. It is enticing for him, too. He makes no secret of that too, leaning to a side as he tries to take in as much of the view as he can from this new angle.

He could order him to undress, and at some point he will, but for now he will simply manhandle him again in order to get him to sit on the futon so that he can explore the unfamiliar clothing with a mix of curiosity and desire.]

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forgottenmercy

[legs and shoulders are bare, as well as a good portion of his back. at least Hiroto doesn't know about the ~suggestive~ modeling in flowers. and not going to resist the manhandling to the futon: there's a lot of intricate lacing on the dress, as well as the very obvious bandages on his arms.

he is going to start unlacing the ballet slippers he's wearing, because no shoes inside obviously.]

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daios

[For Hiroto, it was easy to leave his sandals behind as he follows Persephone down. He has no complaints about Persephone doing whatever he does as long as he is pliant.]

Such an odd style... And these bandages...?

[After running his fingertips along those bare legs, the bandages are the first place he goes, beginning to unwrap them. If there are injuries there he will deal with them in due time, but Hiroto has to Know first. It is just as possessive a move as anything else he's done, a light anger at the idea that someone might have marred what is his. Realistically, he knows injuries can come from anywhere, but his instincts are still to blame someone.]

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forgottenmercy

[he is very pliant. shivers a bit when those fingertips run along his bare legs, but it's not a bad shiver. as sensitive as ever.] My, ah, unit's accessory.

[there are no injuries, no scars. his skin as flawless as white jade. as flawless and perfect as it ever was. he doesn't keep scars and is fortunate enough to be a healer who can regenerate.]

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daios

[That pulls a grin across Hiroto's face as he feels and sees the shiver, and he can't help but be pleased to see that these bandages are just for show. Fashion bandages, who would have thought?

... Hiroto likes it. He leans in to press his lips to the newly freed skin before he takes a seat on the futon, pulling Persephone into his lap in order to continue his attentions, kissing those bare shoulders.]

Take it off now.

[He can explore it more later. For now, he is also untying his 'belt' and removing the sort of shawl on his shoulders.]

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forgottenmercy

[and settling into Hiroto's lap, shivering more at the kisses to his shoulders. and obediently going to take off the dress (in a very sexy way, because he knows Hiroto's tastes. also was a courtesan, too.), revealing whatever lacy underthings he's wearing under it, as well as two petticoats. his skirts definitely don't fluff out like that on their own. also getting rid of the bandages, too.]

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daios

[Persephone doesn't have to try in the least in order to turn Hiroto on, but trying doesn't hurt. His breathing catches a little as he watches, enrapt, only 'helping' by running his hands up Persephone's thighs.

At least his own clothing is quite easy to remove. Once he's untied the part that keeps it on, it is more or less just cloths wrapped around his waist and his shoulders. That means more attention for Persephone, more of his hands running over him possessively.]

So many articles... And yet your skin shows so. Hmph.

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forgottenmercy

[trying absolutely doesn't hurt. it also makes him more distracted, too. and he's still just as responsive as ever to those touches: the body remembers, even if he doesn't entirely. demurely lowers his eyes even as he keeps taking off what's left, starting with the petticoats.

...and it is immediately obvious that Persephone makes very good use of the unlimited lingerie drawer because that's some lacy, frilly underthings.]

Is it, ah, displeasing...?

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daios

[Does it displease him? It does a little bit, since it means others are looking at him, and it means more work for Hiroto, or more waiting in this case. His brows furrow as he looks at the layers. But it is enticing.

Hiroto decides that now is not the time to answer that question, instead going to help Persephone out of his clothing, hands dipping under the waistband of his underwear to push it down with a growl under his breath.

He can decide if he likes it or not later.]

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forgottenmercy

[others are looking at him anyway. and he does dress to be enticing, both because he likes it and well, he knows what half his value is.

...well, he hadn't been expecting his clothes to stay intact, given what he remembers of Hiroto, but this is a nice surprise. but going to take off the underthings, including his slip, leaving him wearing nothing but his hair.

which he then promptly pulls the ribbon out of, letting it fall loose around him.]

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daios

[Hiroto thinks that this will go faster, better, next time, when he is the one in in charge of Persephone's undressing, but he wanted to see. He wanted to watch as he obeyed him first, especially since he wouldn't have last time Hiroto saw him.

But that itch is scratched.

Now is for another itch. To think he would be getting use out of his clove oil so soon. He pulls out the corked glass bottle, his arms encircling Persephone as he opens the top more easily than he should be able to with only his hands, both for convenience's sake and as a subtle display of power, and he tips the bottle to allow it to coat his fingers. His arms open while he warms the oil on his hand.]

Lie down. Display yourself for me.

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forgottenmercy

[he absolutely would not have. Bride was as submissive as Kaede was and Persephone is, but he used sweet demure obedience as a weapon, and saw no need of that with Hiroto. enjoyed himself much more being gentle but defiant.

oh, he notices that display, and it's...nice. more than nice, even. and Persephone lies down as he's bid, and even this is artful, as he parts his slender legs as widely as they will go, draws his knees up too.]

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daios

[As Persephone lies in front of him, Hiroto follows him down, slipping out of the clothing he was in that was held just barely on his body by Persephone's weight against him.

He doesn't waste time, not bothering with foreplay. As far as he was concerned, they'd already done that with their little 'dance' and watching him undress. Hiroto's free hand grasps a thigh, holding it out of his way before he roughly shoves his fingers inside of Persephone.]

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forgottenmercy

[it's not like Persephone expects foreplay, based on his memories. men, bother with foreplay, ever, besides him sucking them off? never.

the noise he makes as Hiroto roughly pushes his fingers inside him is a breathy little gasp, barely more than exhaled breath: he'd remember him as being very silent, even as Bride, so this isn't anything different. very, very tight around his fingers, even just with fingers in him, and he tries to keep his hips very still.

(he remembers what this felt like, but it's different actually feeling it for the first time this life. the burn and the stretch. tries to make himself ease into it.)]

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daios

[As he had before, Hiroto pays no mind to any noises or signs or discomfort from Persephone. If anything, the tightness he feels is more enticing than anything, and a grin breaks out on Hiroto's face as he continues on as if Persephone were already prepared, his fingers pushing inside to the last knuckle before he begins to pull them out.

But once he gets them moving inside of Persephone he will at least not feel a need to continue holding his thigh out of the way, allowing Hiroto to possessively run his large hand over Persephone's body. Up his chest, over his throat and then back down over his sides, grasping at his hips.]

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forgottenmercy

[that's normal, too, as far as he remembers. paying attention to his discomfort? not really, from anyone. but that's fine, he...likes this discomfort, this roughness. and his body knows how to relax as he's roughly worked open, opens up for him and those fingers.

he's very small and slight under that hand. as delicate as he ever was. and Hiroto would certainly want him to be his, all his, much as he always has, wouldn't he?]

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daios

[Hiroto isn't doing anything that should surprise Persephone, that much is certain. He's rough and forceful, not waiting for any adjustment or breath as he scissors his fingers inside of Persephone. As soon as he feels some give, it's over. This is for his own pleasure after all, though he will reward Persephone's good behavior once he is satisfied.

Pulling his fingers free, Hiroto moves to position himself over Persephone, wiping his fingers on his own length which has been standing at attention for the duration of the time that Persephone had been on his back. It takes some more oil to properly coat his cock, but that is the maximum amount of time Persephone gets to relax before he's back, pressing the head of his dick up against him.

He leans in to kiss and nip at Persephone's throat(that perfect throat, the one he'd crushed in his grasp once) as the one kindness he could show as he begins to penetrate him.]

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forgottenmercy

[it's not surprising at all. he tilts his head back to offer more access to his throat as Hiroto pushes into him, rough and relentless, stretching him open. Held down by his weight and strength. he has some memories of this, of course, but actually feeling it firsthand is...different.

And he's still very silent, barely more than exhaled breath.

(Persephone doesn't mind that this isn't for his pleasure. it's what he's used to, and something in him...likes it this way, like how he'd liked it in his memories. being used for someone else's pleasure.)

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daios

[Hiroto doesn't need Persephone's voice to sound in order to enjoy it. He doesn't need much but to get to touch and hold and possess him, which he has now, and he lavishes in. His hands grasp those delicate hips, pulling Persephone into his thrusts.

He isn't as quiet as Persephone. It is hard to be that quiet and Hiroto has never minded his own sounds when he is taking what's his, and so it is Hiroto's voice and the sound of their bodies alone that fills the shrine that serves as his room.

This is enjoyable enough for Hiroto, but he wants so much more. Finally, he pulls out with an annoyed grunt.]

Turn around. On your hands and knees.

From:

forgottenmercy

[he is going to be very bruised later, but thankfully he has regeneration. it aches when Hiroto pulls out of him, but he knows it won't be long, especially a moment later with that command.

fluidly, Persephone turns over, obediently settles on his hands and knees, his face curtained by the heavy fall of his hair. arranges himself prettily and temptingly, though he really doesn't need to. Pliant and yielding.]

From:

daios

[Of course he doesn't need to. He doesn't need to do anything, and Hiroto will still be enticed, attracted, enraptured. Persephone is beautiful, and he knows it, and Hiroto has no qualms with that so long as it serves him, as rolling over and presenting himself to Hiroto is.

Quickly, Hiroto is on top of Persephone again, his large body looming over the much smaller one, completely enveloping him in his shadow and he enters him once more, just as rough, and maybe a little more quickly than before, letting out a content groan as he finds himself seated inside of Persephone fully. There is nothing he craves more than this feeling, inside and on top and all around Persephone, rutting into him as he covers him from the world.]

You're... all mine...

[He isn't much for speaking when they are together like this, focused much more on taking his pleasure, but it feels good too, to reaffirm this. Persephone is his. Every inch.

He pours over Persephone's body as he thrusts into him hard, one hand supporting a weight that he is sure would strain those perfect, porcelain arms as the other brushes hair from Persephone's shoulders so that he can kiss and bite them. His mouth occupied, he can roam his hand down Persephone's chest, embracing him possessively all the while that hand travels between Persephone's thighs. It isn't a grip yet, simply his large hand feeling for the hardness there, fingers brushing over him, promising to bring him to completion too, once Hiroto has gotten his fill.]

From:

forgottenmercy

[he might not need to, but he's going to do it anyway. being pleasing is what he's been taught to do and honed into a weapon.

and then he's filled, again, roughly: he doesn't make much of a sound, as usual, but his body is tight and yielding, opens so sweetly to those thrusts. it's been quite a while since the last time he'd lain with a man like this - since before he'd come to Tokyo-F, though he has no idea how long it was even before then - but his body remembers what it is like to be taken and filled and claimed, held down by a much bigger body.

(giving pleasure gives him pleasure. His inclinations were already toward that, but bent and shaped and-)

He's definitely more obedient here, too, content to wait until if - when - Hiroto chooses to give him his pleasure, unlike the last time Hiroto would remember, when he'd still been Bride. Remembers the lesson Hiroto hadn't actually had to teach him- that he wasn't the one who decides how or when his body finds its pleasure.]

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daios

[Hiroto is fine with it if Persephone wants to do more, he'd been fine with it with Bride, he'd enjoyed the silent argument that was sex between them, but this was what he wanted most- submissive and pliant.

The hand at Persephone's crotch is used as leverage, holding his hips close as Hiroto nears his climax, his thrusts shorter and rougher. He gives no warning before he cums, spilling inside of his lover's body, fingers finally wrapping around Persephone's dick and starting to pump as he rides out his climax, his hips rolling slowly as he comes down from that high.]