fullcursemeal | [Limelight] Inbox Pt. Deux

[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~?

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[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.]

It... felt right.

[He looks pleased with himself.

It was hard to miss the scars, especially the huge x, he'd even glanced at it when first trying to remove his shirt, but now he shifts his attention down to idly trace the line of the x]

This from watching your visions?

[he shivers slightly at the touch but is honestly relieved to switch topics]

Yeah.

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Hm.

[Continues lazily tracing them]

Everyone getting all these new scars and even robot arms.

Do you know what it's from?

[shakes his head]

No, I haven't remembered the specifics yet.

Hmm.

[But he doesn't ask further. Instead looking to Rakshasa's face and sitting upright a bit, looking him over, brushing away some long, disheveled hair]

You look like hell. You going to get yourself healed?

[when Booker sits upright, he slides his hands under Booker's thighs, and slightly further up. hinting at helping lift him up so he can pull out]

It's too much trouble... I'll figure something out.

[Booker pointedly lifts nothing but raises one eyebrow]

I'm not going anywhere until that's done.

[And he gestures down at his cock which is still gently pumping out a small amount every little bit]

I told you it was annoying.

[looks down between them...

oh]

[tentatively takes it in his hand to resume stroking it once more]

[THIS is the thing that makes him finally flush awkwardly and press his (bloody) hands to his (bloody) face and makes a strangle noise somewhere between a groan (appreciative) and a groan (frustrated)]

That's not-- I don't even know if that helps it just. It takes a while.

[he doesn't outright laugh, but he's definitely grinning as he leans in to say]

Well, only one way to find out.

[and he starts building up a slow, encouraging pace again]

[God, well it certainly still feels...a lot, more in some ways, he's just more sensitive now and his cock is softening and leaking but there is still just so much of it. It's really embarrassing, honestly, but... Shasa's slow, familiar touch does draw some hiccuped gasps out of him and soft moans and Booker's tail squeezes around the other man's waist at some unspoken frustration and finally he breaks. If they are going to do this he isn't going to sit there and simply endure this kind of attention. He grabs Shasa and pulls him for a kiss, just as pushy and demanding as before, though notably with less stabbing, and his breath is not quite as smoky as before.]

[there's a quiet, fond chuckle that ends up swallowed by the kiss. he's happy to part his lips for it right from the start, but he's keeping his participation modest because his lips are really fucking sore, it turns out. it goes without saying, but along with the faint taste of sweat and the metallic tinge of blood, Booker will be able to mainly taste himself in Curtain's mouth.

because most of his attention is focused on Booker's dick, still, he keeps pumping at it steadily; but now that a kiss is happening he also adds his other hand to be more efficient. touching as much of the warm, sensitive skin as possible with every stroke]

[Booker is not kind about that soreness, he is not as gentle with As-Shasa as Shasa is being with him. But he at least isn't being deliberately harmful anymore either. He needs this kiss to ground him in something other than the tender electric jolts of his already tired cock being worked even further, and it's still not enough to keep quiet gasps and hitching whines out of his mouth.

He doesn't... love that he now knows what his own come tastes like. Doesn't love the taste of the blood either. But as his mind begins to disappear behind a certain fog again he finds he has no trouble indulging in it anyway. His fingers disappear into Curtain's hair, brushing it out of the way, back behind his ears, over his shoulders, making it even a little orderly almost as a thoughtless, nervous habit.

And this persists until... there is no more of it to do. After a few minutes his cock finally does run dry, Booker's body has cooled considerably, and the overly long member finally seems to deflate and begin to pull back into itself.]

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