Kureshima Takatora (
a_divine_island) wrote2016-07-06 10:14 am
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Takatora & Basco, cellphone wars [NSFW]
[It's 7-something in the morning and when Takatora's ringtone starts up again it signals the fifth phone call he's already taken since waking up. Not that that sort of thing is a concern to him; it's part of his job to be informed of events and handle any necessarily issues or authorisations that crop up.
It wouldn't be very professional to take his calls from his bed so he's at the desk in his bedroom, fully clothed, if somewhat more casually than usual, considering a few more shirt buttons are open than one would expect. It was adequate enough at the time and that's all the matters.
Nobody is going to see currently except for Basco.
Ah, yes. Basco. He had done... that again last night. Wine had been involved.
Perhaps he'll simply realise how busy Takatora is and see himself quietly out?
...As if. Meanwhile-- ]
That wasn't in the original draft of the contract I read, and I hadn't agreed to any alterations. Have it sent to my home so that I can inspect it-
It wouldn't be very professional to take his calls from his bed so he's at the desk in his bedroom, fully clothed, if somewhat more casually than usual, considering a few more shirt buttons are open than one would expect. It was adequate enough at the time and that's all the matters.
Nobody is going to see currently except for Basco.
Ah, yes. Basco. He had done... that again last night. Wine had been involved.
Perhaps he'll simply realise how busy Takatora is and see himself quietly out?
...As if. Meanwhile-- ]
That wasn't in the original draft of the contract I read, and I hadn't agreed to any alterations. Have it sent to my home so that I can inspect it-
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It is a gift to hear Basco's genuine laugh, not a mocking or derisive one. Takatora responds to his question by capturing that beautiful sound with his mouth, not one ounce of hesitation in him even though Basco had been between his legs only moments before. And then he's leaning his weight onto Basco, pushing him back to recline against the mattress as they kiss, and Takatora is making murmured moaning sounds into Basco's mouth as he twists his body from his seat beside Basco to on top of him, one pant-clad leg settling between Basco's bare ones.]
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But his image was also a construct so, really, that was up to him how many scars he wanted to show on himself. Takatora didn't need to know that. He just needed to keep enjoying himself as much as Basco has been.
It's so easy to have Takatora guide his body to press back against the bed and to enjoy the feeling of having someone over him. Just enjoying the more intimate moments physically and draping his arms over the other man's shoulders to pull him closer into that kiss.]
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Takatora rubs his body against Basco's, urging him up the bed. He has to break the long, languid kisses to allow for it properly.]
Move up, I don't want you falling off the bed.
[It's only really Basco's long legs dangling off the edge, but Takatora would rather they had all the space they needed. The friction of their bodies together rubs at his cock, of course, which is achingly hard now.
Basco knows that. He had sensed the urgency all along. Takatora doesn't want to wait anymore.]
Can you reach the drawer from where you are?
[Where the lubricant and condoms are kept, of course.]
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Even if Takatora felt powerful being dressed, Basco still felt good about the fact that he could get that kind of reaction from the businessman. But the position really wasn't helping to grab the stuff from the drawer so he pulled himself up so he could get onto his hands and knees, making to sure to take a second to press his ass against Takatora's still exposed cock and shuffle himself towards the side table to grab the stuff they need.]
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Takatora is oblivious about many things, but not this. And he can't quite help that when Basco moves further up the bed to reach into the nightstand he follows, pressing back against him from behind.]
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You wanna fuck me like this? [This position was purely about the sex. Enjoying the feeling of it rather than the emotions. And really, sometimes you just want to be fucked nice and hard without any thoughts.]
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Takatora just has to ask.]
Basco... you know that sort of thing is not my forte... What makes you return to my bed each time?
[When he knows full well you could be with anyone you chose.]
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Because you want me in your bed each time.
[And that mattered a lot. Not having much nor having people he could trust to have his best interests in mind. He plans for people to leave him behind and he expected that with Takatora as well but, it hadn't happened.]
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But some part of him must have known that, deep down, or he would have disdained Basco's company in his bed.]
I'll do my best for you.
[Takatora isn't hesitant about that. He runs a single finger down between the cleft of Basco's cheeks.]
Do you want me to do it like this?
[He suspects he already knows the answer, from Basco's earlier desires and the fact that he's suggested it.]
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I did ask you first. [Those gentle touches though did make him moan lightly and they already were practically ready to continue just like this.]
Don't you think it sounds like a good idea, just like this? Pushing me down with your hand in my hair.
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[Basco really isn't the type to do something purely because someone else wants to though, is he. Regardless, consent is still important!
Takatora would probably say no if his hard cock wasn't already practically there, between Basco's cheeks and about to press inside him.
And no, he can't even manage a response to that. Basco wants everything rough and ready today! How can Takatora process that?!]
Pass me the lubricant.
[That's a good enough indicator, since he's not asking Basco to turn onto his back again.]
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Still, with all the questions, Basco did have to admit he kept coming back to Takatora because it just was fun to see how far he could be pushed.]
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Yes, he's already given in completely. Takatora squeezes some lubricant onto his fingers and then rubs his hands together efficiently to slick them up before running his forefinger down between Basco's cheeks again. The sensation likely feels a little different for him this time.
He does have to create space between them to actually have his finger touch Basco's opening, pressing at it gently to allow him to get used to the feeling of intrusion first and rubbing there in small circles.
Oh, he wants to be inside Basco so badly, but he has restraint, he can do this properly and stretch him open first.]
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[Takatora knows Basco wants more than just one finger, but he does at least press it properly to Basco's entrance and steadily begin to slide it inside him; that's better than nothing at all. Takatora also twists his finger carefully inside Basco, so as to feel around, almost. No impersonal in and out for him.
He won't be too slow, though. He withdraws his finger only halfway before uncurling his middle digit to tentatively press beside it, urging Basco to open up a little more for him. It never seems difficult.]
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Although he really just wanted that cock.]
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You really don't need me to, do you.
[maybe the words make no sense, but it's mostly musing to himself anyway. So Takatora gives in - like he very often does when a partner desires something - and concentrates on hurriedly putting on a condom and slicking himself up with lubricant once more. His cock is quite thrilled with the situation, and he only manages a brief moment to question Basco's readiness.]
Okay?
[More a warning than anything; he's about to begin. Takatora tries not to grip Basco's hips too firmly as he startsto push his cock inside Basco, but the intensity of the tight feeling adds a sharp sense of renewed desperation, and he can't help clinging on for dear life.]
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About fucking time!
[Yep. He's the most romantic.
Still, he laid there for a moment, hands grasping at the sheets beneath him when Takatora moves back towards him and he feels that cock pushing in and his body stretch to accommodate it's size. The lack of stretching him makes it tight, makes it burn as it opens up more and more making him moan with his face buried into the bed. Finally!]
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If you are going to complain, however, then fine. Takatora allows his impatience and annoyance to motivate him, knowing full well that Basco wants it fast and rough anyway. He begins to fuck into Basco with short, sharp thrusts; quick and efficient.
He has to admit; it does feel good to finally be here, buried inside Basco and in control.]
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Not consciously, anyway.
It's a little unnerving when Takatora actually thinks to open his eyes - that he had closed without him realising it - and really has to accept that his only view is either the long expanse of Basco's back, or... Watching his own cock moving in and out of Basco. Takatora can watch that when Basco is on his back, of course, but he prefers to see the expressions on his face. That isn't an option right now.
So it's just... His long, rigid cock, in and out of Basco, sliding easily and obscenely, with Basco trying to push back onto it himself even though Takatora has already dictated a pace.
It's quite hypnotising to watch. And as with a lot of things, Takatora finds he's speeding up the pace without thinking about it.
God, he's really starting to need to come.]
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Fuck, I'm going to come. [Without being able to see his partners face, the vocal cues were more important.]
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Come. [Takatora fine for that to happen anytime; he leans his head down to Basco's spine and says the word right into his skin, mouth open and panting heated breath.]
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Takatora moves his hand over Basco's, milking him through his orgasm mostly on autopilot; the sudden squeeze of muscles around his cock reminds him all too sharply of his cock when it was further down Basco's throat than was wise, and he feels like he's coming almost instantly after Basco did, a sharp cry leaving his throat. He keeps moving though, somehow he can't bring himself to stop just yet.]
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