crowspace | Thread continuation for thetaintedsorrow.

If it helps, it's a hundred percent impossible for you to be descended from me. My brothers, maybe.

[Which is still weird, and he understands the incest qualms, but also it's not like other-Chuuya grew up in a family environment anyway. And they'll probably never know.]

Of course it hurt, I still have nerves. You should be pretty sure I can feel things you do to me by now.

[It's not like he's quiet about it.]

[Chuuya huffs a laugh at that, because yes indeed, he knows very well just how much other-Chuuya can feel in bed. He almost feels bad for whoever resides in the room next to other-Chuuya’s. Almost.]

I just meant that you didn’t even flinch from the pain.

[It’s a sobering thought that it might very well be because other-Chuuya is so used to being injured that a mere knife wound is no big deal.]

Or is that just cause of the booze?

[Izumi Kyouka has given up banging on his wall when the Chuuyas get loud.]

Nah. I get a hell of a lot worse every work day.

[Alcohol's only good for numbing emotional pain.]

[Chuuya is quiet for a moment. The more he gets to know tiny-Chuuya the more he realizes that he’s eternally trying to distract himself from something, and Chuuya can only guess it has to do with his past.]

What if I gave you a massage? Like when you come back to your room. It won’t heal any wounds but it might feel good.

[A temporary solution, but the offer still stands.]

I'd have to be an idiot to say no to that.

[Since honestly that sounds amazing, especially since he already knows how talented other-Chuuya's hands are.]

Thanks, Chuuya. Don't worry about the wounds, I can fix those up easy.

[With drinking ink, sure, but they'll heal.]

Well then, whenever you’re ready, I’ll follow you back to the library.

[Surprisingly enough Chuuya is only slightly buzzed instead of completely shitfaced, and the way back to the library is much easier to navigate when he isn’t staggering everywhere. When they arrive back at other-Chuuya’s room, Chuuya sheds his coat, hat, and gloves before gesturing to the bed with a smirk.]

Strip down and I’ll give you that massage.

[Chuuya is his standard level of buzzed, which is to say that he's not falling around everywhere either or slurring just yet.

Stripping for other-Chuuya is something he does a lot, anyway. He could probably get naked in his sleep. It takes him only a minute or two, a large percentage of which was putting his hat away carefully and just leaving all his other clothes in a heap on the floor, before he's naked and lying on his stomach.]

Someone’s eager~

[Chuuya isn’t complaining about the lack of a slow, sexy striptease this time, because that’s hardly the point of this, anyway. If he wanted to fuck right off the bat he’d just say so, and in all honestly they probably will, but for now Chuuya is intent on relieving some of the awful tension within this tiny man.

To add to the experience, Chuuya strips down bare himself, because there are very few things that feel better than skin warm against skin. He climbs on the bed and straddles tiny-Chuuya before his hands begin to work their magic by kneading the muscles of tiny-Chuuya’s shoulders.]

Feel good so far?

[Like Mafia-Chuuya might have expected, Poet-Chuuya is tense as fuck. We're talking knots on top of knots here just in the shoulders.

This man has no concept of relaxation.]

God, that feels great... Where'd you learn to do this?

Practice~

[Massages always impress his partners, and usually end up earning him one in return, or at the very least a handjob. However, this time Chuuya has no ulterior motive; he simply wants to help tiny-Chuuya relax.

He takes his time working out each knot carefully, thumbs pressing into bare skin to work their magic.]

What, you’ve never had a massage before? That’s a shame.

[Chuuya presses a soft kiss right between tiny-Chuuya’s shoulder blades as his hands wander lower to begin a back massage.]

Another reason you should keep me around~

Like I was going to get rid of you anyway - hnn- do that some more?

[His back's about as tense as his shoulders. All of Chuuya is just a giant mass of tension.]

[There’s an odd sensation of warmth that bubbles up in his chest when other-Chuuya reveals that he really wasn’t planning on asking him to leave anytime soon. While no one has ever explicitly said they never wanted to see him again, he’s certainly not used to his presence being appreciated, either...]

Yeah. Of course.

[Chuuya puts extra effort into working out the knots in tiny-Chuuya’s back, and he sneaks in a few more kisses along those shoulder blades at the same time.]

Your buddies might not appreciate me coming around so often, you know.

Oh, they definitely don't want you around in the top-secret government-funded dead author wing of the library, I just don't give a shit.

[And he still doesn't give a shit even knowing that Chuuya works for the mafia, which... well, at least he's honest about it.]

Yeah? Too bad.

[Chuuya continues his descent, focusing on other-Chuuya’s lower back for a moment and drawing dangerously close to his ass.]

You know...I’ve been thinking about something for the past couple nights.

[Chuuya bends down, his pretty red hair falling around his face to tickle other-Chuuya’s bare skin as he nips at his shoulder.]

I want you to fuck me.

Gladly.

[No extra convincing necessary. Chuuya tries to turn his head to get a better look at other-Chuuya.]

You could've asked me a couple nights ago.

Well, you seem to love me fucking you into the mattress, so how could I say no?

[But now that other-Chuuya is onboard with the idea, Chuuya won’t hesitate to follow through with the suggestion. He does finish the massage first, though, focusing on kneading the knots out of Chuuya’s legs.]

Should I fuck myself on my fingers while you watch?

Hell yes.

[Chuuya can't imagine a hotter sight than that.]

Taking me out to drinks, giving me a massage, and putting on a show for me... Is it my birthday or something?

I dunno, is it?

[He honestly doesn’t know, but he won’t pry, either. Chuuya grabs the lube from the nightstand and thoroughly coats his fingers with it before laying on his back, legs spread wide so that other-Chuuya can get a spectacular view of him pressing a finger inside his hole. He looks quite pretty like this, especially with that signature choker still clasped around his neck contrasting with his bare skin.]

Mnnn...it’s been a while...

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[Nope, he's a summer birthday.

Chuuya sits up so he can get a better look at other-Chuuya, drinking in the sight of him, from his hole to his bare skin to his choker to his gorgeous face.]

Yeah? Looking forward to me fucking you?

Hnnn...yes...

[Chuuya has always been a bit of an exhibitionist, and he spreads his legs even wider to show off how easily he can take another finger inside himself. He curls and spreads them in a scissoring motion to open himself up, a lewd, shuddering moan spilling from his lips as he brushes over the sweet spot inside of him.]

Want your cock inside me...

[He adds a third finger with a groan, thrusting them in and out of his tight hole until he possibly can’t stand waiting anymore.]

How do you...hnnn, fuck...how do you want me?

On your back, I want to see your face.

[It's not weird, because other-Chuuya's face is frankly gorgeous.

Chuuya reaches for the lube to start slicking himself up. If he'd stroked himself too much to other-Chuuya preparing himself, he'd have more of a problem.]

[Chuuya won’t argue with that. He removes his fingers from his hole and eyes other-Chuuya’s cock hungrily, chest heaving with excitement already. His hair fans out across the pillow behind him as he keeps his legs spread wide, and his own cock is hard and leaking against his belly.]

I’m ready...

[He makes for a stunning sight, as beautiful as any poem.]

You're gorgeous.

[He had to say it before he lost his words entirely.

Chuuya is careful when he lines himself up, and pushes slowly inside the other. He's hot around him, and slick enough that the slide is easy.]

Flatterer~

[He knows Chuuya means every word, and it makes his heart flutter in his chest. Normally he brushes off compliments like that as someone wanting to get in his pants, but seeing as he’s already there...]

Fuck...

[Chuuya curses as other-Chuuya finally pushes inside of him, and he’s well prepared enough that there’s only a very minimal amount of discomfort as he’s stretched to his limits. He takes the liberty of wrapping his long, slender legs around poet-Chuuya’s tiny waist once he’s buried to the hilt inside of him, hands gripping his upper arms for support.]

Don’t hold back...I want it rough.

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[No need to ask twice. Chuuya pulls back, then thrusts in harder, building up a powerful rhythm.]

Hnn-

[The pleasure is flooding him, and normally he would have his eyes shut tight by now, but he manages to keep them open. He wants to watch other-Chuuya and see just how good he's making him feel.]

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