fullcursemeal | [Limelight] Inbox Pt. Deux

[well Booker's reaction certainly counts as an answer to him. and now he's bleeding more and... potentially also about to be bleeding from more delicate parts but.

unfortunately there's also a factor of hotness to that prospect and the way Booker's hand is moving on his dick now.

he at least has enough presence of mind to stop thrusting into that... choosing to moan instead to express his approval. meanwhile, his other hand is still becoming familiar with Booker's more intimate parts and rapidly learning that even if he has no idea about dragon anatomy, there's a certain... familiarity to what he's exploring. he feels at least confident enough to dip a fingertip into the hole and trace around the rim, seeing if he can delve deeper into that warmth.]

You're... telling me...?

[The space Geto presses his fingers into is warm but not wet or slick. The skin is pliable and spongy and it is not at all hard to press into, even if the space is a bit tight, the dulled ridges noted before are more obvious in the tight space, acting as vertical lines that lead further inside. They do not cut but add distinct lines of pressure.

Perhaps the strangest part of it though is that with a few seconds of attention it becomes obvious puffy ring of skin on the outside of Booker's body is elongating gradually, as the tunnel inside becomes warmer and firmer and moves it's way outside, essentially unfurling.

It's also just, apparently quite sensitive, from the way Booker tenses and squeezes his hand around Geto's dick and wrist and the freeze of his breath when the fingers first start to press into him and maybe he's moved his attention to bite down Curtain's neck for purely sexy reasons or maybe it's just a convenient excuse to hide his face, but he worries at the skin around one of the wounds he left earlier with his teeth and digs his tongue at the bleeding hole.]

It's... annoying.

[Is eventually the quiet answer Booker offers, grudgingly, without much clarity of what 'annoying' means in this context. But listen articulating his feelings is hard when he isn't horny and halfway to murderous with a person he's having sex with.]

[oh huh wow!! well that familiarity sure was short-lived and we're in entirely brand new territory now, but he's not a coward. he spreads his palm and shifts it under the unfurling flesh. there's no attempts to grasp or stroke it yet, he's just waiting to see what happens.

which would... admittedly, be easier if Booker wasn't squeezing his dick with threatening talons and chewing at his already bleeding neck, but it's fine. this is also arousing in a very fucked up way and he's happy to make it known with more low groans, tilting his neck to the side to give Booker more room to work with.

he will be in a lot of pain later, but that's a problem for future Curtain]

Annoying...?

Edited 2025-03-14 21:06 (UTC)

[He is going to be in sooo much pain later, Booker is going to make sure of it.

But after a moment passes with Curtain just feeling out his slowly elongating cock he relaxes enough to release the wrist he's holding onto. He sits up enough to meet Asura's eyes.]

Well, since you're so curious, I'll let you figure it out on your own.

[And then he dips his hand into Asura's hair, pulling the man into another heated, biting, bloody kiss.]

[well,

time to resume messy, bloodied, feral makeouts. he lets Booker lead with his mouth while his hand slowly wraps around the newly emerged cock. Booker said he should figure it out on his own and by god he's going to do that, although the way he's treating it so far isn't very different from how one would stroke a human dick. running his hand along the whole length and feeling the differences in anatomy while doing his best to pay attention to Booker's reactions.

as they continue to kiss, and in-between sounds of pleasure and sharp pain, he mumbles:]

Why... are you... doing this...?

[his other hand returns to smooth over the base of Booker's tail in a slow pace]

Edited 2025-03-14 22:12 (UTC)

[So several things reveal themselves about the dragon dick as Curtain strokes it to it's full size.

First of all, it's really way bigger than it needs to be. Not wholly unmanageable, maybe, if you're really adventurous. But certainly more than is readily convenient. Secondly, the skin feels like supple leather with lines of ridges that run from tip to root, the color is a dark reddish purple. It otherwise is warm and pulsing like any other dick, and as Curtain's hand moves along it, Booker groans into Asura's mouth and bites at his lips and exhales smoke-scented breath into his lungs.

There is a brief gasp at Asura's question, a pause, but the response is obvious enough.]

--Why are you?

[and then, perhaps as a distraction or an excuse for neither of them to answer, he massages and drags his warm, scaled, slick hand up and down Curtain's cock again, the little dangerous pricks of his nails teasing constantly but he still hasn't actually broken the skin down there.]

[the size is a little intimidating, but not entirely unexpected. if anything, it also fuels Curtain's confidence to wholly take it in his hand and rub at those ridges with his thumb. following them up and down his length, one by one, one at a time. allowing the pads of his fingers to teasingly press against the head every time he makes it there.

and again, he makes a point of sucking in all of the warm, smoke-scented breath, lapping at Booker's lips with his tongue as he does... his hips start tentatively moving again in time with Booker's hand, but he doesn't seem to be in a rush.

he's not going to shut up, though.]

You... started it...

[Asura's detailed, exploring, slow touch earns warm groans from him and his tail begins to curl and uncurl rhythmically, sliding between one leg, than the other, as if an outlet for the tension building between them. Curtain isn't allowed to make him bleed but that doesn't go both ways, so he bites a hole into Curtain's lip and sucks on it while his fingers tangle in long hair and talons drag lightly over Asura's scalp.

He snorts at the answer.]

I did?

[He kisses again, aggressive and demanding and lifts up in Curtain's lap, rising a little to his knees so he has a bit of a height advantage when he breaks the kiss to speak again.]

I was threatening to tear your throat out if you didn't start answering some damn questions.

[And his tail uncurls one more time, curls around their sides, slither's up the space between Geto's back and the headboard, and the last foot or so wraps around Geto's neck.]

You got turned on by that.

[jesus h christ booker storm.

right as he feels that tail circling his neck, and as if to confirm Booker's words, Curtain's cock twitches and he lifts them both off the bed with a particularly pronounced thrust. at the same time, his grip on Booker's dick tightens and he starts quickening the pace of his touch.

he's too scratched and bitten in too many places at this point to keep track of how much he's bleeding. the heat keeps building up and the smell of alcohol, smoke, and sex, combined with his own complicated and unhealthy emotions compound to cloud his judgment even more... if that's at all possible.]

Are you... kinkshaming me...?

[his voice is strained, slightly higher pitched, but also a little less smug than before. he licks his lips to taste his own blood with some amusement.]

[He is not fully cutting off Geto's airway but when Curtain lifts them like that the tail does constrict for a moment as heat rolls up Booker's hips and he pants simply from the fucking desire of it. The hand in Asura's hair moves to his shoulder so he can keep himself steady and he bites at his own lip, thrusting into the hand around him.]

Fuck...

[When the moment passes, his tail relaxes again, and Booker looks fully down into Asura's face, his slit dragon pupils now rounder than usual]

I'm saying... I didn't start this.

[But he is, apparently, in no way against continuing it, or even escalating it.

There is a brief moment of hesitation, but -- fuck it, why? What was he even nervous about? Pain? Repercussions? A breech of trust? If those things had ever actually mattered they were well past that now. He had his tail around the man's fucking neck.

So without a word he lowers himself onto Geto Suguru's cock, it's not something he has much experience with but he does have a lot of fearlessness, and after a brief reflexive tensing he's able to relax and put his weight into it, groaning a bit with some pain but it's not enough to make him stop.]

[Curtain lets out a strangled cry as his cock is suddenly and without warning enveloped by an overwhelming heat and tightness. all of his body shudders and he finds himself thrusting up against Booker before he even properly registers what exactly just happened.

the hand that was on Booker's tail moves to the mattress, behind him, so he can use it as support to better maneuver. this time, he doesn't reply again. his brain is too overloaded with information and stimuli to properly articulate anything other than desperate moans.

he's no longer looking at Booker. instead his head is hanging forward between them, forehead half resting against Booker's chest. he blearily opens his eyes again and the first thing he makes out in the dark is, of course, Booker's cock, which he hadn't really bothered to look at until now.

it's... really big. almost conveniently so. he'd already verified that with his hand and vaguely wondered if he would even be able to take it. but now, having it up close like this, a different impulse takes over him and he follows it, bending forward even more to lick at the rugged head, lapping at the head and its slickness with his tongue.]

[He was not prepared for the raw uncomfortable but still thought-scatteringly pleasurable sensation of forcing himself dry onto Asura's cock. His nails dig and scratch at Geto's shoulders as he steadies himself, relentlessly pushes down further until he really can't take any more, and just spends a moment gasping and adjusting to the sensation.

He even holds onto Asura, briefly, when the other man's head is pressed against his chest. It's hard to call it soft when bloodied talons still thoughtlessly prick at his scalp, but it's a type of intimacy, anyway.

And then Curtain's dead ducks down further, until lips and tongue capture the rough tip of his cock and tense shock runs up Booker's body both from the sudden sensation and the action itself. His tail tightens around Asura's neck, Booker's ass clenches at Geto's cock, and one hand digs painfully into Geto's hair while the other presses against Booker's mouth to stifle a truly filthy moan.

And just at the start of that moan, a soft As, before anything that sounds like a real word or name is crushed down to be nothing more than noise. He really needs to figure out what the fuck to call this person now.]

[he does not register Booker almost calling out his name (not his name, former name), but what he does hear is Booker stifling a sound unlike anything he's heard before and he instantly knows he wants more of that.

but simultaneously, just as he's rolling his hips under him once more, the pressure around his neck tightens and all he can do is reflexively open his mouth to gasp and exhale warmly over Booker's cock. he takes this opportunity to better wrap his lips around it. and when he finds he can't go further down, he thrusts up once more with all the strength the adrenaline of the moment can provide to fill his mouth with it as much as their bodies will allow.

then he does that again... and again... the pace is erratic due to the awkwardness of their position, but he doesn't seem to have any intention to stop now and from his own strangled sounds around Booker's cock, it also doesn't sound like he's going to last very long.]

[Distantly Booker thinks they might look like some kind of fucked up monstrosity. Some chimeric oroborus, with his wings arced over both of them and his tail sliding down to the side and up around Asura's neck and his talons in broad heavily muscled shoulders and one man's dick in his ass and his perverse unreasonable dick in the same man's mouth and red blood leaking out of holes and lines all over Asura and that long black hair just getting everywhere.

And in that moment even that thought is incredibly hot so is the way Curtain who is just all muscle in a way Booker really cannot understand flexes up into him again and again and each helpless rise brings him deeper into the man's mouth.

Booker's precum tastes like some cloyingly warm spice instead of bitter, though probably similarly unpleasant in larger quantities, and it begins to leak across Asura's bloody tongue. First in just a small amount but soon more, enough to make it seem like he must have hit orgasm when he hasn't even yet. Asura will have his work cut out for him to keep things from getting messy.

And it is... difficult in some ways for Booker to make his body move under the onslaught of sensation and Curtain's powerful movements. But Asura does at least get more of that guttural, wet, desperate sound; more freely when he is too distracted to try to stifle it and instead puts all of his focus into shifting his hips up into Asura's mouth, and down onto his cock, with all of his weight supported on Curtain's shoulders. He tries to remember to keep loosening his tail briefly so Asura can breathe, but the man is going to have some very questionable bruises soon.

And it does not take long for the too large amount of precum to increase dramatically in quantity when Booker finally does reach his limit, biting his lip gouging his nails deeper into Asura's shoulder and moaning something that sounds like Asura Geto Fucking Curtain Appointment with Asshole Suguru god damning damn it]

[oh, Curtain is not even remotely trying to keep this from being a mess. we passed that point the moment Booker started drawing blood from his neck and it's only kept getting more and more alarmingly messy, especially with how generously freely blood likes to flow from one's head.

but he does swallow as much of Booker's precum as he (when not being choked by his tail) can and idly thinks how right it is for it to taste like this, considering Booker's personality and the contrasting saltiness of his blood. this act alone gives him something to mindlessly focus on as he keeps alternating between fucking Booker and deepthroating him with all the energy and strength he has.

notably, Curtain isn't trying to rein in his own climax (he does not have the clarity of thought that would require), he just seems to have entered a mindless loop where all he can focus on are Booker's noises and reactions and a greedy need for more, and more, and more of those. so he keeps going until abruptly, his mouth is filled with a lot more warmth that it can contain and the pain on his scalp gets particularly sharp. he starts moving faster in response, and in the process finds himself coming hard inside the other man, tensing up and moaning incoherently at the same time as him.

he rides his own orgasm and Booker's until it seems like they're both done.]

... Fuck.

[Coming in Asura's mouth and the way it then overflows onto his neck and chest is great, Asura coming in Booker's ass and the invasive warmth of that is amazing even if Booker is too far gone to properly articulate it at the moment. He just lets out various groans and gasps and slides his tearing hands down Curtain's back as he sinks all the way onto his dick and doesn't try to rise again.

His face ends up pressed against Geto's shoulder, amid a fall of hair, as he heaves his way through his immediate post orgasm.

His horrible annoying embarrassing dragon dick does not stop just because it seems like it ought to have. Even as Booker's noises mostly quiet to just a soft pant or gasp, spurts of fluid paint the bloody front of Asura's sweatshirt and pants a little bit with each pulse. If Curtain still has a hand on his dick he might also notice that about 3/4th of the way down, several dull spurs have presses outward, positioned such that if Booker had been fully buried in someone that position would not be changed easily.

Booker is in no hurry to move anywhere, taking several minutes to just, breath and pant and groan. His tail, which had stopped squeezing Asura after they both came, finally unwraps itself and curls around Asura's waist instead.]

Edited 2025-03-15 05:08 (UTC)

[his hand had been insistently working on the lower half of Booker's dick that he couldn't get into his mouth, so he does notice the shift in anatomy... but only as an idle, distant afterthought. he lightly presses his fingers to them, curiously, but it's very brief and done right before he both pulls his mouth out and lets go of his cock.

every part of his body that he's aware of aches and burns now that the adrenaline rush is wearing off. he straightens up with a low, significantly less sexy groan, and it's then clear that the mess of Booker's cum is not limited to his clothes, but also seems to have gotten on some of his hair and, predictably, all over his face. Curtain appears unbothered by that, at least, as he absentmindedly licks his lips and then his fingers, after using them to start wiping at his face.

after a few seconds of that, he seems to think better and at last actually takes off his top. he makes use of the parts that are miraculously still untouched to wipe the rest of his face, and unceremoniously tosses it on the floor.

and then, finally, he looks at Booker's face.]

[Booker is grudgingly forced to move by Asura shifting around and eventually pulling his shirt off, so instead of leaning tiredly forwards he leans tiredly back, supporting himself as much from his tail being tightly wound around Asura's waist anything else.

he is considerably less of a mess than Curtain is but still very much a mess, hair disarrayed, smudges of red blood all over both his clothes and face and allll over his hands. His breathing gradually settles but his attention still seems adrift.

Still, he meets Geto's gaze. He looks tired for obvious reasons. And... empty. For probably equally obvious reasons. But he does not look ashamed or currently pissed off so maybe that is something.

Booker also still hasn't gotten off of Geto's cock and his own is still weakly pulsing between them and seems like it plans to keep doing so for a while.

Booker slowly tilts his head to one side, blinks a few times, and reaches up to trace the lines of Geto's blooded mouth with his bloody talon, though he doesn't cut him additionally.]

Rakshasa.

[Curtain himself doesn't look particularly happy or satisfied about any of this... now that his brain is starting to reboot and the ability to think about what happened has returned, he just feels drained and like there's a gaping hole in his chest. an uncomfortably nostalgic feeling... but not for Shura or Asura or Barachiel. not even for Aleksandr.

but then Booker's touching his lips again and he's forced to focus on the present again. blinking blearily in confusion.]

What...?

That's what I'm going to call you now. Since all of the other options have their problems, the solution should just be something entirely new.

[he yawns, not disdainfully just genuinely tired all of a sudden, down to the core of his bones, and presses his hand to his own mouth in a way that smudges the blood there]

It's a little unwieldy though... maybe Shasa for short.

[his confusion only increases more and a dozen questions rush through his mind: why go through all the trouble of coming up with a new nom de plume for him? why not simply stick to Curtain if his goal is to continue hurting him? most of all, why is there a need for something else to call him, when this relationship has been thoroughly burned to the ground and the ashes scattered to the wind?

and also... with a genuine curiosity "why Rakshasa?"

but of course, he doesn't voice any of these questions. instead he exhales quietly and nods]

... Okay.

[there's a quiet sincerity and vulnerability to it that he's never shown with Booker before, under any of their many identities]

[Something about that gets a tired smile from Booker, with just a little edge of his usual sneaky humor.

Idly his wings beat softly as well, stirring the warm air away from their overheated bodies.]

Not going to ask why Rakshasa, Sha~sa~?

Edited 2025-03-15 06:05 (UTC)

[looks away, clearing his throat and doing his best to sound casual again]

You can explain if you want.

[He watches that cute, awkward little escape, and isn't entirely sure what to make of it but he knows a weakness when he sees it. He slowly shifts forward again, groaning softly as he does from all the many sensations that prickle along and under his skin as he does so, but it allows him to fold his arms against Asu-- no Rakshasa's broad and (mostly unbloodied) chest so he is casually within his base as he responds]

In a certain ancient story within another tediously long story they are a type of asura, assumed by most to be evil and known for being blood drinking man-eaters who disrupted the lives of the gods at every opportunity. But it isn't so straightforward, as some are good and some are evil, but generally they are powerful warriors and magicians, with illusory and shape shifting powers.

They are also beings born of hunger, born to hunger, but notable for none-the-less choosing to protect what they hunger for.

[Booker is really close (he's been really close for the past however long this took them, this isn't a new development, he's still sitting on your dick Geto), and he has nowhere to escape as he feels uncomfortably perceived.

his smile is a little complicated]

... That's very fitting.

It's good.

[also, since Booker is close, he may or may not take notice of scars on Curtain's chest that weren't there before. they would be easy to miss if not for the size: a large, fully healed X that spreads across his torso and then a more faint line of scar tissue which seems to be starting to form around the area where his right arm connects to his shoulder.]

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