[ it's with no small amount of reluctance and plenty of general cursing in rokurou's spiritual direction that hua cheng sets out on his mission to find matoba somewhere in the sprawling, labyrinthine resort. left to his own devices he would never seek the exorcist out, but he'd promised to do his bro a solid, and if one thing is true about hua cheng it's that he's loyal to a fault—and so no matter how much it pains him to do so, he'll hunt matoba down to inquire about the so-called spell that he's put in rokurou's head to make rokurou fall in love with him.
fortunately, or unfortunately depending on perspective, hua cheng has an excellent read on matoba's spiritual pressure. they've shared qi often enough, haven't they, for him to memorize what it tastes like... and it's that thread he follows down the hallways, down some escalators, and into one of the more populous shopping areas of the resort.
as he grows closer—or at least seems to draw closer, as he's yet to lay eyes upon matoba properly—his sense of matoba's spiritual pressure seems to shift, growing... different, somehow. darker? more menacing? or perhaps it's hua cheng who has spent so many delightful weeks away from matoba that he's forgotten how pungent the exorcist's powers can be. at any rate, he's not going to give up the search for a little discomfort. ]
[For a man of Hua Cheng's abilities, it isn't difficult at all to catch the beacon of cold purity, slick and sandalwood that was Matoba Seiji. It's where following his presence seems to split in two that the abnormality occurs- one part strangely distant and writhing, the other a steady point at the end of a hallway when Hua Cheng turns a corner.]
[He's met with the sight of a dark janome bullseye pattern on the back of a parasol, staring down the hall at him from where it's propped over Matoba's shoulder. An umbrella, indoors? Perhaps the exorcist is expecting some weather. It's a sight caught as the exorcist trails down one of the more deserted hallways of the shopping center, away from the crowds. It's a good opportunity- Hua Cheng could catch him down the quiet hall and pin him alone for his questioning- but even if he chooses to follow him down that hall, there's that distracting second pull of presence that seems to be growing closer to Hua Cheng from behind.]
[It feels alike to Matoba, somehow. But the feeling grows too different from the man himself, more and moreso as it gets closer- darker, heavier, and eventually as it slithers around the corner from the other direction- bearing a warped and malevolent spiritual pressure far different from a human's.]
[It's muttering something barely coherent as it winds quickly down the hall, its single eye fixed upon the bullseye ahead. It pays the ghost king no mind. He could simply allow it to pass, if he likes- could satisfy any curiosity by just waiting. But if the pungent malice from the monster isn't clear enough, perhaps the bellow as it winds its body to lunge at the exorcist is--]
[ during his time at the resort, hua cheng finds hasn't been one to hold back. he has no issue chasing pleasure when every card he collects means he's one step closer to leaving this place. consequently it's also difficult for him to think of anything, or at least anything that truly counts as a secret.
eventually, after a moment of thought, hua cheng hums under his breath and says, ] I can think of only two.
[ so if neither of them are to tomura's tastes, then they'll be back to square one. which is fine, really—it's not like hua cheng is in any hurry here. ]
The first is—to be hurt. [ there are so few who have been willing. ] I find pain arousing, and there are not many who are willing to... slap, or pull hair, or choke me.
The other is, [ hua cheng grins, ] you look so good with my fingers or my cock in you, I've wondered if you wouldn't look even prettier with my whole hand.
[ What is this? Casual affection? Though not necessarily deprived of it, Tomura could count on one hand the number of people he's come to expect it from, and he'd always assumed Hua Cheng would be more reserved. After all, he's married, and they haven't really been so touchy outside of sex—but maybe this doesn't even out as "outside of sex" anymore. Regardless, puzzled as his rational mind is, he's pulled toward the contact, eased into it by the prompting of his suit. ]
Hm—
[ He considers the two options Hua Cheng laid out. Are these confessions enough to meet the criteria? The latter does sound more scandalous than the former, though not in a way that scares him or puts him off; he mostly wonders about the technicalities of it. ]
I can offer you pain, but I don't know if it's in the way you want. [ He's bitten and clawed Hua Cheng plenty of times, though it was all purely in the heat of the moment. He doesn't fall naturally into the role of giving pain as some would imagine from a dom or a sadist, intentionally and with deliberation, but maybe it could be satisfactory even without those features. ]
For the other one... Well, is there even enough room in here? [ He struggles to imagine it spatially, in this cramped phone booth. Then, completely unbidden and unasked for, the following thought spills out: ] But I've thought about taking two inside me before, so—
[ Catching up with the contents of his words, he cuts himself off with a harsh click of the tongue, his head tilting away from Hua Cheng. There's no turning around, however, to hide the flush of warmth that creeps over his skin. ]
—Not that I think it's any more doable.
[ Because who can pull two dicks out of nowhere, right. ]
[ for a moment hua cheng is poised to protest that any pain is the kind of pain he wants, especially if it's delivered alongside pleasure, but tomura forestalls this neatly with a confession of his own. it's evident that he doesn't mean to say it, exactly—hua cheng might not be able to see the darkened color of tomura's suit, but he can definitely read the body language as he snaps his mouth shut and blushes.
and isn't that an intriguing idea. two cocks, in lieu of hua cheng's fist... what a blessing that he happens to be trapped in a phone booth with a man who can change the shape of his body at will. ]
It's doable, [ hua cheng says immediately, interest lighting up his visible eye as he looks down at tomura. ] I can do it.
[ it occurs to him now that while tomura knows from experience that hua cheng has plenty of power, he's never shown tomura his san lang disguise, nor has he explicitly told him that his body is a construct of his own ghostly qi. while the technicalities of it are probably a conversation for a different time, hua cheng feels that he ought to qualify his response with something a little more tangible than just i can do it. ]
I can change my shape as I wish, [ he says. ] If you want to take two cocks I will gladly give you two cocks to take.
[ There is a lot going on here at once. The grit of Tomura's teeth against embarrassment, the overeager flush of heat at Hua Cheng's agreement, and then, finally, the recognition of what that agreement entails. Even with the want of his suit clawing over his skin, he has to take a moment to process this: Hua Cheng can just grow another dick. Sure. Out of all the things he can do, why the hell not? But still...
A vicious battle between his active libido and his mental processing later, Tomura has to kill the somewhat dumbfounded expression he's directing at Hua Cheng and scrub his hands through his hair. Gotta get the gears turning again and actually deliver an answer. ]
Okay. Well, I'll do it, since we need to get out of here.
[ He'd probably do it in any other circumstance as well, but 'getting out of here' is a major consideration. At least he doesn't have to reveal the reason he got thinking about this kind of thing in the first place.
But with the negotiations concluded, as far as he's concerned, he gives into the want building through his system. Where he likely would've fought harder were he trapped with someone else, Hua Cheng makes it easy to lose those restraints, driving him in, closer, as though there's much more space between them to diminish. As his first act, his hands slide up Hua Cheng's chest, tangling in the hair draped over his shoulders. He wanted it pulled, yes? Tomura curls his fingers in and tugs, dragging Hua Cheng in for a kiss—but he stops just short, their lips just a hair's breadth apart. The eyes that stare up into the other's are slightly reproachful, a little sulking. ]
[ for instance, right now: he hums a quiet noise of approval at the way tomura's back arches, putting the lithe lines of his body on display. his hands move all over, up tomura's thighs to grip his ass, then along the sharp juts of his hips and the narrow dip of his waist, open enjoyment and attraction in every gesture as hua cheng's gaze follows every place his hands touch.
when tomura speaks, though, hua cheng's gaze flicks up to meet his, and his grin is immediate and broad. ]
So full of good ideas, [ hua cheng says; then, after a beat, he presses his palm lightly to the slight bulge of tomura's lower belly and says, ] as well as my cum.
[ god, tomura's hot. maybe hua cheng will eat him out twice just for good measure. for now, though, he happily leans back against the pillows again, lowering his head to make it easier for tomura to turn around and back up to his mouth. ]
[ Will he ever stop being disconcerted by the enjoyment Hua Cheng seems to get, just out of touching his body? It almost makes him a little nervous, makes him wonder if he's blowing Hua Cheng's appreciation out of proportion—there are few things worse than overestimating one's value to another person—but, however strange it is, it seems that his read is right this time. That really only makes these moments more unbelieveable, coaxing a small quirk of his lips in response to Hua Cheng's grin.
That look makes Hua Cheng quite attractive himself, as if he needs the additional help—but the almost boyish excitement makes for a certain impression different than his collected demeanor. It doesn't take long, however, for Tomura's feelings to take a different turn, huffing through his nose as he lightly swats Hua Cheng's hand away from his belly. ]
Not necessary, [ he complains. Though he gets the appeal, is even drawn to it, of leaving an encounter with the reminder of another's essence inside him, he can only wonder about the appeal of seeing one's partner, heavy and swollen.
Regardless, he eases himself up to clamber around Hua Cheng's body, ending with his legs spread on either side of the other's head. At least flipped this way, his faint embarrassment at this slightly adventurous position can't be seen—he's keenly aware of the slick mess between his thighs and dripping out of his hole, the weight of the cum inside him settling with this shift in gravity. It's easier then, to focus on the sight in front of him: Hua Cheng's firm thighs, the jut of his cock, hard and flushed and leaking. No less a tempting sight for him. Taking the hefty length in one hand, supporting himself with the other, Tomura leans in to swipe his tongue over the wet tip, tasting the heady flavor of precum and their fluids intermingled. ]
[ if tomura himself sees the appeal of being this full, is it any wonder that hua cheng sees an appeal in making him that way? the protestation only makes hua cheng grin, but he allows his hand to be batted away in favor of tomura shifting and turning to present his ass to hua cheng instead.
indeed, he is a proper mess. lube and sweat have left his skin glistening wet in places, and when he shifts to lean forward, some of hua cheng's cum drips from his entrance and down his perineum, over his balls before hua cheng catches it with one thumb and pushes it back up and into his hole. honestly, it would probably piss hua cheng off to know that tomura finds it unbelievable that anyone could be this attracted to him, because just the sight of him right now is enough to make his cock twitch noticeably in tomura's hand just before he leans down to lick over the tip. ]
Fuck, [ hua cheng murmurs at the momentary burst of sensation, his legs shifting slightly to spread his thighs and make room. ] That's good...
[ and better if he returns the favor. hua cheng puts his hands on tomura's hips to guide him, coaxing his hips down until hua cheng can just tilt his head back a little and lick directly over the mess of tomura's ass, tasting sweat-salty skin and his own cum. there's no hesitation in him at all; he immediately sets about teasing tomura's entrance, his tongue flicking playfully against the sensitive ring of muscle before delving inside, first in shallow thrusts and then in deeper ones until he's eating tomura out avariciously and with enthusiasm. ]
[ Aside from his moments of surprise, any disapproval from others—real or imagined—hardly occupies his mind at all. All that matters is that his current partner is into it, and as strange as that might seem to him, Tomura isn't going to put a damper on his own enjoyment. It's difficult to have a choice in the matter anyway, as a sensitive burst of pleasure courses through his body once more at the feel of Hua Cheng's finger chasing a drop of cum along his backside, pushing it back inside him. Despite his comparative sluggishness against Hua Cheng's arousal-addled state, the hint of a prelude coaxes a pool of warmth to gather again, sitting low in his belly.
Hua Cheng's murmur of approval sets off a buzz of a different kind of pleasure, one a bit more intellectual and smug. There's not much time for him to simmer in that feeling before his mind fizzles out to the sensation of pliable and wet against his hole. Having only briefly tasted it before, there's still an element of unfamiliarity to it—but with unfamiliarity, also excitement. His hips squirm slightly in Hua Cheng's hold, his thighs tense with the new stimulation; instinctively, his hole clenches against the flexible intrusion of Hua Cheng's tongue, wanting to feel it more. It's different than taking fingers or a cock; it doesn't sink as deep, but the friction and the movement tease more intensely at his rim, making his toes curl and his cock start to drip.
It takes a second or two for him to gather his own bearings. He's sunk lower over Hua Cheng's cock, has the head of it pressing into his cheek, muffling the quiet noise of pleasure when the other man's tongue had pushed inside him. Now, he curls his tongue around Hua Cheng's shaft and grinds the tip into the slick warmth of his mouth, before pulling back with a suck. As he separates, a mess of saliva and precum drools from his lips, staining and messing his chin and Hua Cheng's dick, wet and filthy; if anything, that simply entices him more, and Tomura wastes no time in lowering himself again. His lips and tongue pillow the other man's cock as he properly takes it into his mouth, gliding down to a point just before discomfort where he can begin to bob his head, his hand stroking the length he hasn't taken. ]
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fortunately, or unfortunately depending on perspective, hua cheng has an excellent read on matoba's spiritual pressure. they've shared qi often enough, haven't they, for him to memorize what it tastes like... and it's that thread he follows down the hallways, down some escalators, and into one of the more populous shopping areas of the resort.
as he grows closer—or at least seems to draw closer, as he's yet to lay eyes upon matoba properly—his sense of matoba's spiritual pressure seems to shift, growing... different, somehow. darker? more menacing? or perhaps it's hua cheng who has spent so many delightful weeks away from matoba that he's forgotten how pungent the exorcist's powers can be. at any rate, he's not going to give up the search for a little discomfort. ]
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[He's met with the sight of a dark janome bullseye pattern on the back of a parasol, staring down the hall at him from where it's propped over Matoba's shoulder. An umbrella, indoors? Perhaps the exorcist is expecting some weather. It's a sight caught as the exorcist trails down one of the more deserted hallways of the shopping center, away from the crowds. It's a good opportunity- Hua Cheng could catch him down the quiet hall and pin him alone for his questioning- but even if he chooses to follow him down that hall, there's that distracting second pull of presence that seems to be growing closer to Hua Cheng from behind.]
[It feels alike to Matoba, somehow. But the feeling grows too different from the man himself, more and moreso as it gets closer- darker, heavier, and eventually as it slithers around the corner from the other direction- bearing a warped and malevolent spiritual pressure far different from a human's.]
[It's muttering something barely coherent as it winds quickly down the hall, its single eye fixed upon the bullseye ahead. It pays the ghost king no mind. He could simply allow it to pass, if he likes- could satisfy any curiosity by just waiting. But if the pungent malice from the monster isn't clear enough, perhaps the bellow as it winds its body to lunge at the exorcist is--]
RIGHT... EYE....
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eventually, after a moment of thought, hua cheng hums under his breath and says, ] I can think of only two.
[ so if neither of them are to tomura's tastes, then they'll be back to square one. which is fine, really—it's not like hua cheng is in any hurry here. ]
The first is—to be hurt. [ there are so few who have been willing. ] I find pain arousing, and there are not many who are willing to... slap, or pull hair, or choke me.
The other is, [ hua cheng grins, ] you look so good with my fingers or my cock in you, I've wondered if you wouldn't look even prettier with my whole hand.
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Hm—
[ He considers the two options Hua Cheng laid out. Are these confessions enough to meet the criteria? The latter does sound more scandalous than the former, though not in a way that scares him or puts him off; he mostly wonders about the technicalities of it. ]
I can offer you pain, but I don't know if it's in the way you want. [ He's bitten and clawed Hua Cheng plenty of times, though it was all purely in the heat of the moment. He doesn't fall naturally into the role of giving pain as some would imagine from a dom or a sadist, intentionally and with deliberation, but maybe it could be satisfactory even without those features. ]
For the other one... Well, is there even enough room in here? [ He struggles to imagine it spatially, in this cramped phone booth. Then, completely unbidden and unasked for, the following thought spills out: ] But I've thought about taking two inside me before, so—
[ Catching up with the contents of his words, he cuts himself off with a harsh click of the tongue, his head tilting away from Hua Cheng. There's no turning around, however, to hide the flush of warmth that creeps over his skin. ]
—Not that I think it's any more doable.
[ Because who can pull two dicks out of nowhere, right. ]
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and isn't that an intriguing idea. two cocks, in lieu of hua cheng's fist... what a blessing that he happens to be trapped in a phone booth with a man who can change the shape of his body at will. ]
It's doable, [ hua cheng says immediately, interest lighting up his visible eye as he looks down at tomura. ] I can do it.
[ it occurs to him now that while tomura knows from experience that hua cheng has plenty of power, he's never shown tomura his san lang disguise, nor has he explicitly told him that his body is a construct of his own ghostly qi. while the technicalities of it are probably a conversation for a different time, hua cheng feels that he ought to qualify his response with something a little more tangible than just i can do it. ]
I can change my shape as I wish, [ he says. ] If you want to take two cocks I will gladly give you two cocks to take.
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A vicious battle between his active libido and his mental processing later, Tomura has to kill the somewhat dumbfounded expression he's directing at Hua Cheng and scrub his hands through his hair. Gotta get the gears turning again and actually deliver an answer. ]
Okay. Well, I'll do it, since we need to get out of here.
[ He'd probably do it in any other circumstance as well, but 'getting out of here' is a major consideration. At least he doesn't have to reveal the reason he got thinking about this kind of thing in the first place.
But with the negotiations concluded, as far as he's concerned, he gives into the want building through his system. Where he likely would've fought harder were he trapped with someone else, Hua Cheng makes it easy to lose those restraints, driving him in, closer, as though there's much more space between them to diminish. As his first act, his hands slide up Hua Cheng's chest, tangling in the hair draped over his shoulders. He wanted it pulled, yes? Tomura curls his fingers in and tugs, dragging Hua Cheng in for a kiss—but he stops just short, their lips just a hair's breadth apart. The eyes that stare up into the other's are slightly reproachful, a little sulking. ]
Why am I always in these situations with you?
@wincon - bday fuck
when tomura speaks, though, hua cheng's gaze flicks up to meet his, and his grin is immediate and broad. ]
So full of good ideas, [ hua cheng says; then, after a beat, he presses his palm lightly to the slight bulge of tomura's lower belly and says, ] as well as my cum.
[ god, tomura's hot. maybe hua cheng will eat him out twice just for good measure. for now, though, he happily leans back against the pillows again, lowering his head to make it easier for tomura to turn around and back up to his mouth. ]
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That look makes Hua Cheng quite attractive himself, as if he needs the additional help—but the almost boyish excitement makes for a certain impression different than his collected demeanor. It doesn't take long, however, for Tomura's feelings to take a different turn, huffing through his nose as he lightly swats Hua Cheng's hand away from his belly. ]
Not necessary, [ he complains. Though he gets the appeal, is even drawn to it, of leaving an encounter with the reminder of another's essence inside him, he can only wonder about the appeal of seeing one's partner, heavy and swollen.
Regardless, he eases himself up to clamber around Hua Cheng's body, ending with his legs spread on either side of the other's head. At least flipped this way, his faint embarrassment at this slightly adventurous position can't be seen—he's keenly aware of the slick mess between his thighs and dripping out of his hole, the weight of the cum inside him settling with this shift in gravity. It's easier then, to focus on the sight in front of him: Hua Cheng's firm thighs, the jut of his cock, hard and flushed and leaking. No less a tempting sight for him. Taking the hefty length in one hand, supporting himself with the other, Tomura leans in to swipe his tongue over the wet tip, tasting the heady flavor of precum and their fluids intermingled. ]
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indeed, he is a proper mess. lube and sweat have left his skin glistening wet in places, and when he shifts to lean forward, some of hua cheng's cum drips from his entrance and down his perineum, over his balls before hua cheng catches it with one thumb and pushes it back up and into his hole. honestly, it would probably piss hua cheng off to know that tomura finds it unbelievable that anyone could be this attracted to him, because just the sight of him right now is enough to make his cock twitch noticeably in tomura's hand just before he leans down to lick over the tip. ]
Fuck, [ hua cheng murmurs at the momentary burst of sensation, his legs shifting slightly to spread his thighs and make room. ] That's good...
[ and better if he returns the favor. hua cheng puts his hands on tomura's hips to guide him, coaxing his hips down until hua cheng can just tilt his head back a little and lick directly over the mess of tomura's ass, tasting sweat-salty skin and his own cum. there's no hesitation in him at all; he immediately sets about teasing tomura's entrance, his tongue flicking playfully against the sensitive ring of muscle before delving inside, first in shallow thrusts and then in deeper ones until he's eating tomura out avariciously and with enthusiasm. ]
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Hua Cheng's murmur of approval sets off a buzz of a different kind of pleasure, one a bit more intellectual and smug. There's not much time for him to simmer in that feeling before his mind fizzles out to the sensation of pliable and wet against his hole. Having only briefly tasted it before, there's still an element of unfamiliarity to it—but with unfamiliarity, also excitement. His hips squirm slightly in Hua Cheng's hold, his thighs tense with the new stimulation; instinctively, his hole clenches against the flexible intrusion of Hua Cheng's tongue, wanting to feel it more. It's different than taking fingers or a cock; it doesn't sink as deep, but the friction and the movement tease more intensely at his rim, making his toes curl and his cock start to drip.
It takes a second or two for him to gather his own bearings. He's sunk lower over Hua Cheng's cock, has the head of it pressing into his cheek, muffling the quiet noise of pleasure when the other man's tongue had pushed inside him. Now, he curls his tongue around Hua Cheng's shaft and grinds the tip into the slick warmth of his mouth, before pulling back with a suck. As he separates, a mess of saliva and precum drools from his lips, staining and messing his chin and Hua Cheng's dick, wet and filthy; if anything, that simply entices him more, and Tomura wastes no time in lowering himself again. His lips and tongue pillow the other man's cock as he properly takes it into his mouth, gliding down to a point just before discomfort where he can begin to bob his head, his hand stroking the length he hasn't taken. ]