fullcursemeal | [Limelight] Inbox Pt. Deux

[what the fuck.

his breath catches, and Booker can feel Shura's pulse quicken under his fingertips. he doesn't reply right away, brain catching up with the rest of the situation that seems to be happening. and when he finally does, it's:]

Huh?

[well pulse quickening is probably a normal thing to happen when someone's basically threatening to stab a hole in your neck while sitting on you but that is kind of satisfying after Curtain has been sooooo unconcerned with him this whole conversation.

So he'll add just a little extra squeeze]

I spoke to her, and she doesn't seem to have gotten the impression that your insistent on completely deleting any relationship you had with her. But maybe she was wrong. Would you say she is also someone you no longer care about?

[he's sooo not sober enough to be dealing with this right now. the squeeze makes all of the muscles in his throat tighten and he finds himself swallowing on reflex and discovering that that's also a little more difficult to do than usual.

he closes his eyes and inhales deeply thorough his nose, doing his best to focus on Booker's words instead of the feeling of his hand around his neck, or the sharp prick of that claw against his skin, or the weight on his lap, or the warmth of the other man from how close they are right now...

no, this was a bad idea. he opens his eyes again to look at Booker in the dark.]

It's different.

[Hmm. Hmm. This close he can tell Curtain Asura Geto has been drinking tonight, and... that does not make him even a little more merciful. If he's sober enough to shove his feelings for Booker Storm into a box he's sober enough for this.

Still, he can tell that Curtain doesn't exactly seem to be afraid for his life.

It is at least easy to find Booker's eyes in the dark, they are a reflective gold when he's this pissed off, and there is a faint smell of smoke on his breath. He hasn't been drinking through. This is all him.

He drags his thumb firmly down the firm muscle of the tensed neck, cutting a small line of blood as he does.]

Explain it to me. Please.

[the feeling of skin breaking makes him throw his head back slightly and expose more of his neck. he chuckles, low, barely audibly, but it's impossible to miss when Booker's hand is still gripping his throat and he can probably feel the vibrations directly.]

And if I refuse?

[he doesn't take his eyes away from Booker's, and when he catches the scent of smoke he just takes inhales deeply again, as if looking to taste that with his tongue.

there's one vague coherent thought forming in the back of his mind, only tangentially related to all of this...

Dear Satin,

I think I just discovered a turn on.]

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[It is beginning to seem like I am going to kill you if you keep pissing me off is not the best method to getting his questions answered.]

Really, you...

[But this is the third time the third time Geto Shura Appointment with Fuckface Suguru has tried to derail Booker Storm trying to figure out what is going on with him with -- flirtation?? Is this even just flirtation at this point??

And being surprised the last two times really did not get him anywhere so

And it's not like he doesn't understand. It's really too bad he doesn't have that knife on him.

His tail thumps a couple of times against the edge of Curtain's bed.]

I'm not good at letting some things go.

[he places his other hand at Geto's side, not sliding them under the clothes but taking advantage of the pointiness of his talons to prick into the skin at his side without even needing to move them aside.]

So the longer you refuse the more you have to deal with me.

[chuckles again, completely shameless and unbothered except for the way he briefly shivers and shifts under Booker, upon the threat of even more pointy bits pressing against skin]

But it turns out I have to deal with you no matter what, so what's the incentive?

[extremely casually sliding one hand behind Booker and letting it rest atop the base of his tail, right where it connects to his lower back]

[He is pretty sure this is a bad idea but it's something that isn't Asura cutting him out of completely. And he's also just very tired of trying to do what seems like it must be the 'right thing' with this person.]

That's true, you're going to have to deal with me no matter what.

[Squeezes harder at Curtain's neck, running his thumb up the muscle and carefully setting all five of his nails somewhere non-deadly that he can squeeze them in, drawing five fresh wells of blood.]

But I guess I'll have to figure out some other incentive.

[Anyway.

Kisses him.]

[the hand around his neck tightens, the pain intensifies, and all he can do is let out a soundless gasp.

which, as it turns out, ends up being really convenient when Booker's mouth is suddenly pressed against his. he meets the kiss with what can only be described as hunger—completely different from the soft, gentleness of their speed dating kiss. a faint taste of alcohol still lingering in his mouth. the hand on Booker's tail presses him closer against him while his other hand moves to grip Booker's waist firmly.

honestly this is by far the worst idea he's had in the past few days, but in his defense, also, this was not his idea.]

[Listen buddy you're the one who got turned on by a man threatening to rip your throat out this is at least partly on you.

Booker matches the hunger with something sharp and angry and demanding. The faint waft of smoke isn't on his tongue but can be tasted on every breath. He bites at Curtain's lips and pushes into Asura's mouth and is every bit as pushy here as he has been all the rest of the night. He is not perhaps as strong as one would need to be to truly choke Geto out with a single hand, but there is certainly an uncomfortable pressure clamped around Geto's throat as he keeps the man pulled tight to him for the kiss.]

[he's fully smiling into the kiss and not bothering to hide it, of course. between the pressure on his neck and the smoke from Booker's breathing he's finding it more and more difficult to get the amount of oxygen his body is currently demanding, but that in itself only makes him chuckle again... wasting even more of his breath.

he keeps his lips parted for Booker, letting him push into his mouth as much as he wants and clumsily reciprocating... sometimes with his tongue, and other times with teeth that aren't being careful not to draw blood.]

[He honestly wishes he could just... not care. Just this once, when so many of his other cares have been shoved aside. It's not like they need to keep speaking and if he doesn't say anything to Asura he can continue doing what he is doing, the blood wouldn't do anything unless Booker said something to trigger it. Logically, he's aware of this.

But it's reflexive, really, as soon as a scrape of teeth errs on the side of too rough he jerks away, shoving on Geto's throat to push him back against the wall and pulling back himself to catch his own breath.]

Do not get my blood in your mouth.

[He pulls his hand away from Curtain's side to rub it against his own mouth, making sure he caught it before he bled, and loosens the grip on Asura's throat so he can catch his breath too.]

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[it all happens too fast for him to register what's happening until the back his head has already hit the headboard. his first reflex is to catch his breath, maybe a little too urgently, but then he realizes why Booker did that and he laughs again.]

Re— [coughs, catching his breath] —Really...?

[his voice is both heated and hoarse]

Guess you're not that desperate to get your answers.

[There is a brief run of emotions across his face, surprise, then frustrated embarrassment, which he covers up quickly by letting of Curtain's throat and grabbing his jaw instead, claw effortlessly, carelessly cutting him there as well.]

I don't need to use that to find out what I want.

[and he leans forward, shifting his weight unabashedly onto Geto's groin and turning Asura's head to the side so he can speak with warm, too warm breath into his ear.]

But that's my only warning to you. If you get my blood in you I'm not going to be nice, I'm not going to be decent, and I will make sure you regret it.

[well. well. not that it's a surprise at this point, probably, but Booker can definitely feel Shura's arousal under him when he does that. which, in turn, makes Shura roll his hips up against him.

he stays there, with his head turned, unmoving except for the hand that runs down Booker's tail as far as he can reach]

I told you, during Never Have I Ever...

You can be as awful as you want. There aren't any threats that'll work on me at this point.

[he inhales firmly at the roll of hips and touch on his tail, which swishes across the mattress and sheets behind him.]

You're really...

[Makes a clearly frustrated noise, like that isn't the answer he wanted, and then just bites Asura's ear instead.]

[arches up under him, laughter cutting off by a quiet moan, which serves both as a complaint and encouragement.]

Yeah... I am...

But what are you hoping to accomplish with this?

[lifts the hand not on Booker's tail to his own neck, seemingly to gauge the damage there, smearing his own blood there in the process]

[Geto has a little scratch and about 5 small but not tiny holes spaced out on either side of his neck which are probably still leaking blood freely.

Booker does not answer that question, because his teeth are still are still on Asura's ear and rather than pull away he drags them down until he's sucking on the lobe, teeth clacking against the gauge. His horns scrape against the the headboard.

And the hand that had been on Curtain's side slips further down between them, finding the bulge in Asura's pants and feeling it out with the pads of his fingers and the palm of his hand. He is (currently) being careful to not stab him, but there is still the prick of nails here or there.]

[Booker's mouth on his ear and the hand palming at his dick are enough to shut him up for now. or at least to stop him from voicing anything resembling a coherent thought.

he groans, quietly, and rolls his hips up enough with enough strength to lift both himself and Booker off the bed for a second. fingertips dance over scales as they trail back up to the base of his tail and keep moving up, under Booker's shirt, to run up his spine.

then he digs pads against his own neck, drawing more blood out, and tilts his head to try and press a couple of bloodied fingers against Booker's lips.]

[Feeling Asura lift him with the flex of those powerful thighs is enough to temporarily make Booker forget his irritation and he just groans, face flushing as he gets go of the ear to pant and stabilize himself with a hand gripping Asura's shoulder, and though there is no matching weight in the front of his own pants, he none the less moves his hand so he can grind down against Asura's arch.

The hand climbing up along his spine makes the muscles of his back twitch and flex and in answer his wings flare slightly.

And when the bloodied fingers are pressed to his lips he pauses for only a moment before licking at them once, then sucking lightly on the tips.]

[Shura sucks in air sharply through his mouth, and when he exhales it comes with a low moan of his own, fingertips curling slightly and pressing against Booker's tongue. evidently pleased with this turn of events.

the hand on his back keep exploring, looking for the base of his wings and once more exploring the areas where flesh becomes scales, getting to know them in detail.

his hips start building a maddeningly idle pace, lazily rocking up against Booker's weight every now and then.]

[When Booker exhales against the fingers in his mouth his breath is again just a bit too warm, like he's moved his fingers just out of range of a candle flame. And that just-shy-of-hot warmth envelops them as Booker takes the fingers in a bit further, sliding his tongue between them and biting on them not hard enough to draw blood.

Booker is wearing a t-shirt that is split halfway up the back to all for his wings so really it's easy enough to explore his back, it's mostly scales, especially between the line of his tail up to the wings, but flesh appears along his sides and going up to his shoulders. But the scales don't exactly seem to lack sensitivity, maybe it isn't quite the same as flesh but they ripple and shift with each breath and movement of the wings and when he tenses up along his spine to bear down on as Curtain's hips.

When Booker opens his mouth to let the wet fingers drop out of them, he licks his own lips once and both of his hands go to the hem of Asura's shirt, or the buttons, whatever way one removes it, and begins to unceremoniously strip him.]

You don't need this.

[well Booker decided 3am was a good time to do this, so he's in his pajamas which mostly consist of a loose t-shirt and baggy sweatpants. not glamorous at all, but extremely convenient for the activity they've chosen to engage in.

or... would be, if Shura was moving his arms to help with said t-shirt in any capacity]

You don't need this.

[and by this, he means this whole situation]

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