004. just a bite

[takasugi]

Aaa 👊💥
magi 👊💥
kun 👊💥

( he's always wanted to do this first...

as they prepare for their departure from this world, takasugi works on the interior of their small commercial vessel. they need to ensure that safety measures are in place and connect the wires between the proto-arahabaki's mechanisms and the boat's engine. or at least, takasugi needs to, and as fun as it would be to do everything live and leave their chances up to fate, he'd much rather not for once. their safe passage is everything.

most importantly, though, the work is starting to stir his muscles with a need for something that borders on affliction. the nice weather and spring season are probably making him more restless than usual, surely, and while it's easy to endure and move on... takasugi knows he probably doesn't have to. )

How's my sugar baby faring?
It's busy-busy out here by my lonesome... and with you on my phone and all,
It had me thinking of you
So
Send me a little encouragement, maybe
What're you wea
Doing
What're you doing, I mean

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[hanikamu]

[Rinne's world is nothing but him, Takasugi, and their shared breaths and heat. Whatever barriers they have between them, he can barely feel them when Takasugi catches him by the lips. The kiss is raw honesty. Sweet sounds and spit pour from the corners of his mouth as it overwhelms him, and he just takes it. Takasugi is an adorably selfish man, after all, so everything that he's willing to give, Rinne will gladly take. Sweat and milk trickle down his chest in rivulets as Takasugi kneads pleasure back into it. The pressure on his puffy nipples makes him hiss through his teeth. His tongue makes room for Takasugi's own, and he moans when Takasugi fills it.

Then Takasugi trembles. Rinne knows what's coming. He wraps his strong arms around him, locking him in place. Impatient hips start bucking into the swelling knot, chasing his own pleasure against it. For a moment, nothing else matters. Not what they were before they met, not what they will do after. Takasugi called for Rinne and Rinne alone. For that, Rinne should only respond in kind.

Rinne shudders at the wet sound of his release as it seeps out of seams like cream. More of his sweet-smelling milk spills from his puffy teats. He comes, and when he does, he holds Takasugi long after the crest of their release, letting their fluids settle in a sweaty, sticky mess.]

Good. [Gently, he strokes Takasugi's safflower hair like he would a beloved pet — the kind of pet he was never able to keep.] You did good, Shinsaku.

[At this. At everything he's ever done to show Rinne what he means to him. Might as well say it now, before the shame settles back into his bones. He nuzzles into the crook of Takasugi's neck.]

One day, when all of this is over... Can you call me by my name again?

[Plainly, without anything attached, without pretense or fear. Because no one else ever has.]

🎀

[takasugi]

( "when it's over".

takasugi's throat runs dry, the curve of his cheek brushing against red locks. he doesn't like the sound of that word, "over". because when is that, exactly? how many years and how many cycles will takasugi get to spend dreaming beside him, on the edges of a relationship that makes him want to defy all the odds and break free of the otherworldly forces that confine him and his history in another realm? he knows well of the cruel reality he refuses to accept now. it's amusing to think about a time when he wasn't quite so captivated, still trying to avoid any mention at all that they might be parted by the inevitable.

so why does it have to end?

takasugi holds back. he holds back tight enough to pretend that rinne will pass straight through him and maybe they'll fuse. he holds like embracing him is the most important thing in the world, like maybe he was meant to do this, more so than ancestors and elders that didn't deserve to witness the talent they could've snuffed out. as the sweet scent of milk continues to bring a strange comfort, takasugi wrenches his claws into the back of rinne's shirt. after all, there's only one thing he can say. )

You can count on it. When the time comes, I'll say it so often you'll have to beg me to stop.

( love creeps into his voice and lays on his tongue. it helps keep the dread away, takasugi prompting his nose into rinne's hair to breathe him in. the words punch out with the slightest tremble, the exhaustion from all that excitement leaving him momentary dazed and in need of some time to recover. )

I'll hold your true name like you hold mine, ... the tremor of it so memorable. A fire that mapped out every corner of my being.

( his heart, illuminated, where an afternoon is only long in name for how the two of them cling to each other until it's almost evening. takasugi ruffles the back of rinne's head gently, knowing they need to clean up soon. knowing he'll have to return to the ship before dark and work on the final touches before arriving for dinner, his face less like a lover and more like a comrade as they eat and he wonders, "how can i keep this, how do i create a future that takes us to fantastical heights and doesn't die?" )