fullcursemeal | [Limelight] Inbox Pt. Deux

[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]

Oh?

[since Shura does not lift his arms to get the shirt up Booker simply sets four of his five claws low on the man's abdomen and drags them up and to the side, dragging bloody tracks toward his ribs]

Did I suggest I thought I did?

[this time he bends forward, hissing as he feels the skin tear open again, but grinning all the same]

Looking to use me as a scratching post?

Why not? According to you, nothing I do to you matters anyway.

[lifts the bloody talons and it's his turn to press them to Geto's lips]

Or are you only into it if your life's at risk.

[the smile leaves his face as he appears lost in thought for a moment and his expression darkens, but he engages with the gesture. at first, a small (frankly silly) blep as the tip of his tongue slides out to lick the blood off one of the talons, and then he actually parts his lips to suck in two of those fingers and press his tongue against the sharp points. until he can taste more of his own blood there.]

[inhales sharply as he feels his fingers pulled into the warmth of Geto's mouth, and they curl and tremble a bit as he recognizes what Asura is doing, but he doesn't try to stop him.

He leans forward instead, sliding the fingers carefully deeper. His tail slides under Asura's calf and winds around it, tightly but not bruisingly. He watches Asura sucking on his fingers like he's looking for something.]

[at this point he has already closed his eyes, letting himself sink into the dizzying and numbing heat of the sensations, and the general awareness of what's happening. what he's choosing to allow to happen. his lips part more and his tongue shifts to make more room for his fingers... not bothered by how deep they seem to be sliding in. in fact, he'll help by tightening his lips around them to help suck them in more.

the leg his tail is wrapped around tenses up slightly and his foot arches back and forth a couple of times, making his calf muscles tighten and loosen up to acknowledge that contact.]

[Booker's breath deepen as he watches Geto go, and when his fingers are pulled deeper he allows it, goes with it. Sliding two long, scaled, betaloned digits as far as he can toward the back of Curtain's throat. He is... somewhat careful to avoid cutting him, but not very, not when Asura seems to get off on that.

With his other hand he unceremoniously jerks Geto's sweatpants and underwear down, freeing his cock, and then wrapping his hand around it. The scaled palm slides easily over skin, giving him a first jerk.]

[for what it's worth, he's not actively looking to stab his throat at this point, and if it happens, it's mostly a consequence of him needing to swallow and his throat tightening around talons. the warmth of his tongue swirls under and between those fingers, sort of aimlessly.

that is until Booker starts getting to work on his lower half and that does make his hips buckle with surprise. he lets out a muffled cry around his fingers and unconsciously bites down on them, but not hard enough to draw blood (though he might have in fact just gotten stabbed in the throat, god damn it).]

Oops. Too much?

[he asks, not sounding actually apologetic, but he does carefully extract the fingers while continuing to work at Asura's dick with his other hand.]

Maybe I should stick to this.

[and he presses his hand with the wet and bloody fingers against the outside of Asura's neck instead. not cutting off but hindering his air]

[he doesn't get a chance to give a proper reply, not when his dick is being pumped like this and his air limited again. there's a heated, raspy groan and he finds himself thrusting into Booker's hand in spite of himself.

what was he doing with his hands? ah, yes. they both pull Booker closer again, but the one that was on his tail is now moving to the front of Booker's pants to also try and pull them down]

Where is it?

[you know what, Booker. you know what.]

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