crowspace | Thread continuation for thetaintedsorrow.

[There’s only a very subtle hint of nervousness within Chuuya right now, and it has everything to do with this being his first time on top. He’s no idiot, of course; he knows what to do and how to do it, but whether he does it well, or lasts very long, remains to be seen.]

Fuck, I’m gonna pound your ass into the mattress...

[There’s a breathless, desperate quality to his voice now, and he can hardly wait much longer.]

Once you’re ready get on all fours for me...

[Chuuya is not the most patient person in the universe either, especially when it comes to sex. He soon pulls his fingers out and rearranges himself, on all fours as was requested/demanded.]

Don't keep me waiting...

Wouldn’t dream of it~

[Chuuya grabs the lube and slicks up his cock before positioning himself behind Tiny-Chuuya and grabbing his hips, and god, he’s already achingly hard from the sight alone...]

Tell me if it’s too much~

[A cheeky grin as he lines himself up with other-Chuuya’s opening and slowly pushes inside. He’s incredibly hot and tight, and once Chuuya is buried to the hilt he lets out a long, low moan.]

God damn...

[Other-Chuuya's groan is echoed - Chuuya already feels so full, and any discomfort is minimal considering how turned on he is.

It only takes him a couple moments of adjusting before he's trying to push more against other-Chuuya and take him further inside himself. Impatient as hell.]

Move.

Someone’s needy~

[Normally Chuuya might keep up the teasing until other-Chuuya is begging, but that tight, velvety heat feels so incredible around him that he simply has to move or risk going crazy with need himself. He pulls out to the tip before roughly burying himself inside once again, not bothering to start off slow when they’re both so goddamn horny.]

Fuck you’re tight...

[His hips find a steady yet insistent rhythm, and he tangles his fingers in Tiny-Chuuya’s hair to get a very loose grip.]

[There's no point in going slowly when they're both this worked up. Chuuya doesn't want that anyway - other-Chuuya's thrusts get answering moans and Chuuya's hips rocking back to meet him, to take him in as deep as he can.]

Fucking hell - nn, you can - pull harder-

[Chuuya isn't a masochist, no, but a little pain can be nice in the right places. And some tugging is complimentary.]

[As soon as he’s given permission to pull other-Chuuya’s hair harder he doesn’t hesitate to do so, grabbing a handful and tugging on it roughly enough that it’ll definitely be felt.]

Fuck, you’re so fucking hot...nnnn...wanna hear you...

[Moans, pleading for more, he doesn’t care. Chuuya thrives off feedback.

He wasn’t lying about fucking other-Chuuya into the mattress, and at one point he goes so hard that he ends up nearly shoving tiny-Chuuya’s face into the bed.]

[If it's feedback he wants, it's feedback he'll get. Chuuya's always loud, whether it's chanting 'Chuuya, Chuuya, Chuuya' or moaning - even if he's muffled by his face shoved in his pillow, it's easy to hear how much he enjoys this.

It's so easy to hear, in fact, that someone from the next room over bangs on the wall between them, because it's like noon and you're having loud sex and the walls aren't that thick??

Chuuya doesn't care. It's entirely possible he didn't register the sound.]

[Every little sound that Chuuya elicits from other-Chuuya is like music to his ears, and it encourages him to dig his nails into other-Chuuya’s hip while pulling that pretty blonde hair at the same time. Heat and pressure build to a boiling point within him, and already he feels as if he could come.]

Do you want me to- hnnnn fuck -to come inside you?

[His voice is ragged and breathless, and his thrusts are becoming more and more erratic as he draws dangerously close to the edge. He’s not a selfish bastard, however, and he reaches beneath other-Chuuya to wrap his hand around his cock and jerk him off in time with his thrusts.]

[Even just other-Chuuya's nails in his hip make him moan even louder.]

Yes - please-

[It's almost a sob - but it's impossible to answer any other way now. Chuuya's back arches, and not long after other-Chuuya starts jerking him off, he comes into his hand with a wordless cry.]

[Chuuya doesn’t have to be told twice; with a few more stuttering jerks of his hips he finally comes, white hot pleasure igniting every nerve in his body as he spills himself inside of tiny-Chuuya. Once he’s completely spent he gives himself a moment to recover from his earth-shattering orgasm before pulling out and collapsing onto his side on the bed. He’s a panting, shuddering, sticky mess, but goddamn if that wasn’t one of the best orgasms of his life.

And he licks his hand clean while looking at tiny-Chuuya because of course he does.]

Well...how was my first time pitching?

No complaints here.

[Chuuya's exhausted and sticky, and he feels fantastic. He turns around to get a better look at other-Chuuya (being stupidly hot), but that's about as much movement as he's up for right now.]

Any chance I could convince you to do that again sometime?

Hell yes.

[And they do end up doing that again, several times, and despite his being an executive in the Port Mafia, he ends up staying the night at the library at least twice a week.

It’s nice...almost too nice, and Chuuya has grown fond of waking up next to tiny-Chuuya’s warmth. Tonight he’s invited other-Chuuya out for (surprise surprise) drinks, and his face immediately lights up when he sees other-Chuuya heading his way.]

Hey. Fancy meeting you here.

[It's nice to have a fuckbuddy and a drinking partner. It's a different kind of nice to wake up with someone else curled around him. Chuuya's not one to make friends, but he could at least say that he enjoys other-Chuuya's company even when they aren't having sex or drinking.

Not that he'd turn down the invitation for drinks, of course.

Other-Chuuya's remark gets a grin in return.]

Come here often?

Yeah. The booze is good, and so is the company~

[So much flirting. Chuuya saved a seat for tiny-Chuuya of course, a barstool right next to his own, and there’s already a glass of sake waiting for his date (of sorts).]

Anything exciting happening at the library?

[Chuuya takes a seat and has a swig of sake before he answers that question.]

What would you think was exciting at a library? Getting new books in? A book club starting up?

[...or, doesn't answer that question. It's a deliberate evasion.]

Come on now. You always come back to your room looking mussed and exhausted. Other than fucking I can’t imagine any normal library activities requiring that much energy.

[Yes, Chuuya is being nosy, even though he himself has plenty of secrets. He takes a sip of his whiskey as he gives tiny-Chuuya a sidelong glance.]

I can keep a secret, you know.

[...That's a good point, and he should've figured Chuuya would ask about it sometime.]

It's not that it's a secret, it just sounds really stupid if I say it.

[It is actually a secret, but Chuuya doesn't care.]

Try me.

[Seriously, he’s seen some ridiculous shit in his life. How bizarre could it be? Surely no more odd than a whale shaped airship.]

If you tell me I’ll return the favor by answering a question about myself.

[Blandly:]

I'm the summoned spirit of a dead author who goes inside books to fight monsters that are eating literature.

[...you said 'try me'.]

[Well then. That is...

Certainly not what he expected.

Chuuya turns to look at tiny-Chuuya incredulously, and though he might call bullshit on just about anyone else, he has a feeling that no matter how odd it may sound, every word is completely true.]

You’re not lying, are you?

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[Chuuya shakes his head. As stupid as it sounds, it's true.]

Have you got a knife I can borrow for two seconds? This might be easier with evidence.

Uh...okay...

[Normally he’d object to giving up his prized knife, but he thinks that other-Chuuya has earned the benefit of a doubt.

He pulls out the butterfly knife from his pants pocket and hands it over with a slightly concerned expression.]

Thanks.

[Chuuya takes it in his left hand - it's obvious by now that he's left-handed - and sets his right hand on the bar.

And then stabs the back of his hand.

Right away it's obvious what's wrong - the knife doesn't come away with red blood, but a black liquid, thinner. The wound on his hand 'bleeds' the same black liquid. It's the consistency and color of ink.]

Okay, done.

[He holds Chuuya's knife out to him.]

[WOW OKAY Chuuya had expected maybe a little cut or something, but tiny-Chuuya goes hardcore and stabs his own hand, and-

Oh. OH.

So it’s all true...

That, or he’s more wasted than he’d thought.]

The hell?! You didn’t need to go that goddamn far!

[Chuuya pulls a handkerchief out of his waistcoat pocket and quickly wraps the wound with impossibly wide eyes.]

Okay, I believe you, so don’t do that shit again.

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