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[If it helps, Sousei is warm and pressing up against him, sliding his hands from Soramaru's hips to his thighs and then up.]

[ his thighs tense in anticipation as rough, scaled fingers trail over them. with how heavily they'd been kissing, with the constant buzz of marking, as well as filling sousei's objective for petplay, that the collar gives he's already very hard and he wants this so badly-. he wanted it the first time, too, but it hadn't gone further than touches. ]

--Master.

[He shivers, grazing his thumb under Soramaru's cock, touching him teasingly. He's hard himself, but in control enough despite the hammering on his objectives. So he's going slower than Soramaru probably wants.]

Mm?

[ way slower. way, way slower. he shivers and twitches, whines slightly at the teasing touch. he wants this -- he wants this. this thing that is so forbidden, this imbalance of power, in age in experience in strength in rank in everything sousei is so much higher up than he is. ---is he higher up than tenka? higher up than the sun? he can't tell. he can't think straight enough to comprehend something like that. ]

Please. Hurry-- I- I want-- [ his breathing is hitched and fast but he tries to slow it enough to speak in words that aren't just pure desire. ]

Now. Take me now- Right here, right now- Don't hold back, bruise me with how hard you take me. I don't want to walk when you're finished, show me how much you--

[ ...desire wins out. ]

[It's a really good thing Sousei's good at self-control but words like that would test anyone. He cups Soramaru's cheek, kisses him gentle, not hard like he wants to, but even he can't keep the possessive edge off of that, the way his fingers curl over Soramaru's cock and dig into his hip, pleased and claiming.]

[In so many ways he could see other people in Soramaru, does, sometimes, see the ghost of another man or the echo of an older one in Soramaru's face and words.]

[But this would be different with those men, the person in front of him is neither. The kid he's holding is his student and even if Soramaru begs, which is appealing, he'll treat him more gently. More gently than Soramaru wants but not as gently as if he were fragile, dragging his fingers up off Soramaru's hip to press them against Soramaru's lips, voice rough.]

Suck on them.

[ he can tell that sousei still holds back an edge that could be there. --that should be there. he's taken seriously - but is it seriously enough? his skin prickles in warmth with his begging words, but his stomach turns over in a knot that they weren't enough to crack through sousei's calm and alight like dried tinder.

--he obeys, though, of course he does. that's another objective, and another objective filled. he wraps his hand around sousei's wrist, hungrily taking the fingers into his mouth and swirling his tongue over them, flitting his eyes up to make contact. ]

[It's smooth scales sliding over Soramaru's tongue and Sousei shudders, too turned on by the feeling, by the situation and the words still ringing in his ears and Soramaru's face and his eyes. He slides his fingers deeper into Soramaru's mouth, drags the boy's thigh up to wrap his leg around Sousei's waist, and then pulls his fingers out, sliding them between Soramaru's legs to press against the ring of muscle there, trying to be gentle but fast, eyes never leaving Soramaru's.]

Keep talking.

[His voice is... Rough, but yes, still close enough to calm to maybe be disappointing. Though his expression is intense.]

[ he brings a hand up from it's position on sousei's back, digging fingertips and nails into the nape of his neck, instead. he knows that it's not one of sousei's objectives - that it's the opposite, that all of his are based off of owning and showing his strength and giving things like pain and not taking them but he wants to show how much he wants-- needs. ]

I want to feel you, Master-- Make me not be able to talk, or even think--

[It's not like he doesn't enjoy it. It's just, not his objectives. It doesn't stop that from feeling good or sending shivers through him, stretching Soramaru carefully. No matter what he demands.]

[He presses his lips under Soramaru's ear, biting gently.]

[ ---it's strange. it's such a strange feeling. his first time having someone touch him like this, feeling the fingers inside of him with a blossom of pain that he wants more of. ]

--Please. Don't hold back-- I don't want you to hold back-

[His breath is hot and heavy on Soramaru's skin, and scales are rougher than flesh so he is, he is being very careful how he stretches Soramaru out here. Even so without real lube it's not going to be the easiest.]

I'm not going to ravage you carelessly right here against a tree, Soramaru.

---Why? You said to speak up when I wanted something. I want this.

Soramaru...

[His heart twists and his fingers curl inside the teen, pressing in to find his prostate, purposeful.]

Because I want to treat you with more care and regard than that.

I--

[ he opens his mouth to speak, but it's cut off with a jolt and a moan and momentarily, he bites down on his lip. --he wants more of that. ]

--I want you to show me how much you want me. Don't treat me lightly just because I'm---

[He curls his fingers, does it again.]

Do you think I'm holding back because I don't want you?

[He grinds up against Soramaru, even through his pants he's very hard.]

Or treat you gently because I think less of you somehow?

[ he's vocal, again, twitching and noisy and digging his fingers harder into the base of sousei's skull - his other hand unravels from behind him to rest on the button of his pants, trying to help him so there won't be as much of a pause ]

You shouldn't-- need to hold back at all.

[He shivers, Soramaru is incredibly hot like this, in his arms and squirming and noisy. He shifts, letting Soramaru work his pants open since he's busy, holding him up and stretching him out.]

I don't want to hurt you.

Don't you remember, Master? I'll like it. So go all out.

[He almost roughly fucks Soramaru with his fingers, targeting his prostate and watching him, pinning him hard to the tree but he's not being sadistic, not aiming to hurt him. He's not being as gentle though.]

[ it's good that they went off somewhere else, somewhere more secluded because if there's one thing that soramaru is in bed, it's noisy. even the smallest of movements get breaths that aren't quite silent, so being treated like this results in--

...well, it's a good thing the music in the distance is so loud, right? ]

[How incredibly sexy. It's really a problem actually, because hearing Soramaru like that just makes him want him more, biting sharply at his shoulder and twisting his fingers inside him a bit before pulling them out, working his pants open and lifting Soramaru with one arm under his ass.]

[ he wants this. wants this wants this wants this and his fingers dig in so much, he trembles and whines in anticipation. ]

Hurry, Master- Hurry up and ta- [ ...no, wouldn't it be better to be more vulgar? ]

---Fuck me hard.

[He wants this, for all it's so imbalanced and delicate his objectives are being continuously hit and he wants to slam Soramaru mercilessly into the tree and fuck him without regard. He also doesn't want to do that at all. What he does, instead, is kiss Soramaru hotly, pulling him up and pressing his cock between the teen's ass, lining up to push into him slowly, careful.]

[ he gasps into the kiss as he's entered, toes curling and thighs tensing. --instead, no, that makes it hurt and his gasp changes pitch into a whine as the size of the intrusion and the stings of pain that it brings prickles through his skin in reward for masochism. ]

[He's careful but it's still going to hurt, pushing in slowly and holding Soramaru pinned against the tree as he takes him, shuddering at the feel of his tightness and heat.]