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[personal profile] meteorits 2021-05-18 07:02 pm (UTC)(link)
(Absolutely a scratcher, and Feitan will take no responsibility for any injuries that might happen against this bathroom wall - they'll probably leave in a worse state than they were when they first arrived. He doesn't bother with aura to cushion the impact, even when he hears the clicking and crashing of a tile against the floor. To get Feitan like this is rarer than Squalo can imagine, so there really isn't any doubts lurking in his mind - only the desire to be with this absurdly tall psychopath, to his own confusion. Well, he can dwell on that later. For now, he's too busy squeezing the man between his legs, heel pressing on the small of Squalo's back as encouragement while he feels the touch against his stomach.

Don't leave him wanting it. Feitan himself is not one to ask with words, but his entire body is melting under Squalo's touch, from the moan that leaves his lips between starved, angry kissing all the way to how his hips chase the hand that politely awaits for his approval. His brain works overtime to find a way to piece a sentence together, but he's not very coherent at the moment, if he is ever. Feitan'll let his actions do the talking.)
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[personal profile] meteorits 2021-05-19 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
(Feitan does wear too much fabric, considering that his entire body is covered at all times. The dress is long, the bandana only leaves his eyes and nose at best, and it's the first time that he wishes he was wearing something a tad less tricky to deal with, like the white shirt and slacks he had on when they first met and did not immediately hit it off at all.

Huh. Good that opinions can change, even if they seldom do.

Feitan doesn't bother helping with the whole undressing part when it seems like Squalo has already figured it out when the thought mildly occurs to him - he was busy, moaning against the man's mouth and focusing all his will not to grind hips against the other's, at least not yet. With Squalo's hand working on both of them, there's no way Feitan is stopping him to remove his shirt, but he can at least pull it till it falls to his bent forearms to give him access to Squalo's back. His control finally is disregarded and shattered and he does his best to move with the other, his thighs squeezing whenever the pleasure hits a higher note.

Now it's where the claws come off, because the friction of their cocks, painful and just too goddamn delightful, paired with the pointy teeth puncturing pale skin has him skinning Squalo instead, merciless and unforgiving as they slide down the man's back.

It's been a while since he's done this, and who would have thought Feitan was this vocal? It's surprising him, too.)
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[personal profile] meteorits 2021-05-20 12:59 am (UTC)(link)
(Squalo can go to town with marking Feitan, considering that a. he doesn't give a fuck about it being apparent, and b. his bandana is going to cover the shark bite entirely either way. He knows the other has drawn blood and so has he, by the warmness dripping and gliding across his neck into his collarbone. He isn't even sure whose blood it is anymore, his blood, Squalo's blood, that demon's blood... All he's seeing is red, both in lust and in violence. What a fucked up couple. No wonder they've met in Hell!

The bite, alongside the fact that there's a finger entering him, made Feitan gasp louder than he could ever imagine he would. It's fine that Squalo is more focused on himself because so is Feitan, with the way that he tries to fuck himself on the single finger that has been provided to him. He can keep himself from falling with his legs and a single arm, so the claws retract and his hand takes the responsibility of stroking them as Squalo has.

He sure did ask for this. He'll continue to.)
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[personal profile] meteorits 2021-05-20 09:53 pm (UTC)(link)
(In the back of his mind, he realizes that he doesn't tend to have sex because it's not something that satisfies him entirely, but this? This is just as fulfilling as it can get, and Feitan is more than impressed at just how immersed he is as his hips sink to meet the fingers. Squalo is just like him, a fucking psychopath, and to find a connection like they happened to accidentally stumble across is a rare feat on its own. They're celebrating it.

He doesn't intend to hold back in the slightest.

Good thing that, JUST LIKE FEITAN, Squalo is not gigantic, because Feitan's small body COULD NOT HANDLE a foot-long cock. He has to concentrate, to relax not to make the insertion stiffer than it should be, so he'll breathe before focusing on the kiss, returning it with the same heat and violence that Squalo is providing him.

And finally, he's completely in. Feitan's head tilts back and his eyebrows nearly meet, and he takes just a moment to revel in the sensation before he makes a point of meeting Squalo's hips with each thrust.)
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[personal profile] meteorits 2021-05-21 10:30 pm (UTC)(link)
(The noises Squalo makes are music to his ears, sounds he so seldom hears, and from Squalo, they sound just as sweet and alluring as the screams of the damned. Look at that.

Squalo's hair is so pretty, long and silver, stained with red and it just fits so nicely in Feitan's grip as he pulls, trying to get Squalo to go even louder with all his being. He'll even clench as much as he can around the cock, a hand reaching for Squalo's ass and pulling it towards him, wordlessly begging for more as Feitan gets lost in the feeling of being filled up.

It's been too long for Feitan, he might not be able to delay his climax too much, not when he wraps his hands around his AVERAGE SIZED cock to stroke in the same pace and fashion as the cock inside him. The other hand is supporting his weight, claws sinking into the muscle of Squalo's shoulder as he uses it to help him move. It will sting like a motherfucker later, but it's a good little revenge for the bites and the blood Feitan's shed.

The new one makes him gasp, moaning higher pitched than normal, more in pair with his giggle than with any other sound he makes. He'll pull on the hair again, as to force Squalo to look at him, witness him for a second before he'll attack lips in starved fashion.)
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[personal profile] meteorits 2021-05-22 07:04 pm (UTC)(link)
(It's very intense, and for someone who can't quite remember when was the last time he has fucked, there's not much one can expect from him other than the fact that he's just so damn close so soon.

The moment they get a tad more, well, normal, Feitan's claws retreat to nails, and he even takes that bloodied hand to smear some more on Squalo's cheeks when the small eyes set on the other's. It's a bloodbath, and Feitan hadn't realized how much he needed to find an equal amidst the chaos, to have him tear his skin and to hit him just where he likes it inside. Too damn thrilling, and Feitan can't hold himself any longer.

While they kiss, Feitan's loudest moan yet escapes into the other's mouth when he cums and he needs to break it to breathe. Dizziness, and it's his turn to find refuge on the other's neck, holding close while he rides his orgasm.

Holy shit.)
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[personal profile] meteorits 2021-05-22 08:32 pm (UTC)(link)
(Last time Feitan did an ode to something, the Phantom Troupe massacred the entire mob, their goons, and every single police officer they could find. It had been a bloodbath when the damage was assessed. This feels as true as that, full of emotion even if they can barely comprehend it yet.

He can feel the warmness inside him, and the fact that Squalo has quit the thrusting tells him that he's done, too. A rare show of care emerges from Feitan as he caresses the man's shoulder, presses a kiss to the sweating skin of his neck before his digits disappear into white strands and his lips are taken. It's... Sweet? Nearly breaks Feitan, considering the fury they've just shared.

Not that he isn't kissing back before he can fully process it, a groan accompanying his lips when the man is no longer sharing of his body. Like the fucking majestic being he is, Feitan is falling on his feet, thank you very much. He fixes his pants back in place, but he's not putting a jizz stained dress again for the time being.

... And he doesn't really know what to say, or do? Watch his skin grow red and the frown return to his face as if it has never left it.)


... Now what?
meteorits: (i'm colder than this home)

[personal profile] meteorits 2021-05-22 09:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Shower is fair.

(Are they seriously going to walk of shame out of the bathroom

Although, there's really no shame. He did what he wanted to, he's satisfied, he's happy. Feitan just washes his hands as well, just for the sake of some cleanliness before Feitan gestures towards the door with his head. Lead the way, tall man.)
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[personal profile] meteorits 2021-05-22 10:07 pm (UTC)(link)
(Like, where else would Feitan go looking like this? There's cum up his ass, for fuck's sake. Of course he's showering, and whether Squalo comes with him or not it's up to him and this is exactly how you deal with having a stupid crush at whatever age you're at.

Feitan is not quite as flashy as Squalo is, he's just quietly walking as he normally would, hands in the pockets of his slacks and his dress hanging from his shoulder. Much to the contrast of the rush in the other bathroom, it's with grace that he'll remove the rest of his clothes, leaving the petite boots on a corner and even folding his slacks. Removing clothes in a hurry is for fucking, this is a MAJESTIC BEING we're talking about... And he's definitely eyeing the damage on the man's back.

He's not apologizing.)
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[personal profile] meteorits 2021-05-22 10:43 pm (UTC)(link)
(He had paid attention, he just didn't deem it important to mention. Maybe afterward he might ask about it. Right now doesn't quite seem like a good moment for a story, if there's any. He'll pull his hair into a ponytail, only to keep it out of the way as he tends to his wounds under hot water when he finally steps in.

Listen. He's been around Uvogin since he can't remember. It's not loudness that will scare off Feitan, but instead, it makes him just holler in laughed, as per usual the sound of what a gremlin might make, and it gets worse and worse the more Squalo swears. Sadism doesn't discriminate, even when you might be really into the person suffering right next to you, after all!

Feitan manages to wipe off his tears, coming closer to inspect the cuts, and well, bits in which he really just gripped at. He's not going to quite say a thing, he'll just tiptoe to get some rebel strands off the way.)


... Is bad.

(But gently, he'll allow the back of his hand to remove excess blood from the wounds, still tiptoeing to be able to reach the shoulder parts without looking even more ridiculous as he is. Feel fucking honored, Squalo. You got to see several parts of Feitan that he wouldn't normally show, this included.)
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[personal profile] meteorits 2021-05-22 11:32 pm (UTC)(link)
(Oh, Squalo can be annoyed as much as he wants. Feitan wouldn't blame him, considering the fact that he'll have to scrape the skin from under his nails. The name-calling only gets him sniggering again, and his lips find somewhere wound-free to press a kiss. It's the most of an apology as Squalo is going to get, after all.

Talking is overrated.

The water is too washing off some of Feitan's redness, revealing the paleness of his skin under the layer. He's tending to the wounds, making sure they're well cleaned before he steps back a little.)


Probably need bandage.
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[personal profile] meteorits 2021-05-23 12:00 am (UTC)(link)
You too damn tall.

(But he's not rejecting it, not really. He's not going to walk around shirtless, as hot as he is, so he'll take the offer up when they're upstairs.

When it seems like the cuts and punctures have been thoroughly rinsed, Feitan'll leave to his own shower, cleaning himself and the bites to the best of his knowledge. Honestly, he isn't sure where the water ends and the blood begins with how red everything looks.

He lets his hair down again to wash, making sure to remove every single drop of dirty and finally, he's properly cleaned and smelling as good as he can. When he's stepped out, much like a cat, he'll shake his head to dry some of the water from his longish, black hair... But much more important to dry and take good care of is his Spider tattoo. He'll spend more than a handful of seconds making sure they haven't damaged it in anyway.)
Edited 2021-05-23 00:02 (UTC)
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[personal profile] meteorits 2021-05-23 12:22 am (UTC)(link)
(Even the bathrobes are too fucking big, he finds as it drags behind him with every step, with how it even covers his hands in their entirety. See, this is what he doesn't like about being without his dress. Back at that fucking tent, there was nothing that was his size. At least having his dress a. is edgy as fuck and b. fits him properly.

He's not putting his boots back on, so he'll just carry all his folded laundry and shoes with him until they arrive at Squalo's place. Setting things at a corner, Feitan doesn't particularly look impressed, he doesn't know what a place like that means, and even if he did, it's not luxury that's going to get him going.

That poor demon they roughed up was much more like it.)

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