insomniumirae | (no subject)

I know. You aren’t fully mine yet.

[He scratches then inside of his chest cavity as the vines recede.]

One day.

You said “love and adored”. Is that how you feel?

[Still lounging on him like a cat.]

You want to hear it, don't you?

... yes. It's not like you don't know I like to be spoiled.

But I still don't know how to deal with that sort of thing.

What? Do your friends not tell you they care for you enough?

If I'm going to have to suffer with these emotions, so are you.

[ he's going to shift his hold just so he can pull him closer and kiss him again, though he keeps it brief ]

How cruel.

But that earned you a little bit more fun. If you're marking me out of love, after all, I'm not going to reject you, mmm? Though I'd like to leave a few marks of my own.

Not just love. Possessiveness as well. It can be both.

[He'll keep his fingers loosely laced behind his neck.]

I was wondering when you'd play a little rougher with me.

I have been treating you a little too gently, haven't I? But ...

[ he brings his hand to his neck, a small blade of wind appearing at his fingertips as he traces down its length, making a small, shallow cut ]

Even bound to this swing right now, I can rectify that.

[He leans into the wind blade letting it cut deeper.]

It is more fun watching you struggle for your freedom. Maybe if you are good, I'll let you go without additional cuts.

[ he knows Haruki could bound him further if he wanted, and the idea of it is a little exciting. But for now he just keeps his hands on him, the corner of his mouth again as he lets his fingers run down to his chest - cutting again the same way he had before ]

I never said I don't want additional cuts. I can heal now, you know. I can take a little more abuse.

But I told you, didn't I? I want to leave my marks on you too.

[He licks at the blood left behind at the corner of his mouth before coating the tips of his fingers in it. Those fingers run under Mochi's eye not unlike makeup liner.]

Go on then. Your god demands it of you.

[ It's all the encouragement he needs before he decides to take off Haruki's clothing - not wanting to ruin them too much since he knows they're still a luxury. He'll discard them on the ground, but that's a worry for another time. Right now, he's more focused on the man before him, and this time he brings the palm of his hand to his stomach — letting a very small vortex of wind form to pull him even closer before he releases it.

Rather than pushing him away, he lets the energy of it fill his joint lines - the same way Haruki did for him. His other hand moves to the back of his neck, holding it there as he leans in to bite it - hard enough that it'll leave a mark just above what he could normally hide ]

I know one of your new teammates is already fond of you.

I don't care about that.

[His back arches at the energy going through him. And he digs his nails sharply into his shoulders when he bites him.]

All I care about is you.

[ ah. He loves the reaction just as much as he loves those words. All I care about is you. ]

I really like the sound of that.

[ there's a hum, and he starts licking the same place he just bit, his hand now moving to his chest to start rubbing at his nipple, pinching and pulling. His mouth moves down to his shoulder too, kissing, licking and biting ]

[He starts to remove his clothes as best as he can while sitting in his lap. He has to remove some of the vines as they get in the way.]

Who else's would you be but mine.

[He hisses out the word as he rolls his hips into him fingers digging into the back of his skull. He doesn't hold back any sounds, purring and whimpering right next to his ear.

But he isn't going to be passive either. Mochi is only using one hand, so he takes the other. He runs his teeth across the inside of his wrist not at his puppet joint lines, but at the markings where his Anemo energy runs through.]

[ It's so obvious how much he loves those sounds. It's not enough, and his free hand very quickly moves to the small of his back, using that leverage as he rocks into him - his other hand continuing to pay attention to his chest like that ]

Aren't I — the one marking you as mine this time around?

[He just laughs and puts his arms around his neck, grinding into him.]

Come on then. I'm not patient.

[ neither is he, really. He's unsurprisingly hard as Haruki grinds into him. And just like he did earlier, he lets his anemo energy run through him - this time, by placing it directly on one of the ports on his back, where Shouki no Kami used to be connected ]

I can see that.

[ and honestly he's not doing much better. he should maybe prepare him first, but he knows he likes pain, so he wouldn't be surprised if Haruki is the same. So he brings his hands on his hips - shifts just enough to align his cock against his hole and then pushes him down as he rocks up, giving him absolutely no warning ]

[He does like that! He gasps as his back arches, and he scratches nails deeply into his shoulders clinging possessively.]

If you damage those... I'm fixing it with parts from you.

[He does scream, but his eyes go half lidded and his grin widens despite the pain as he ducks his head. When the initial flash of pain is over, he drags his fingers down the edge of Mochi's mouth to his jaw.]

Cage me.

[ he doesn't have dendro powers, and he can't control vines. But he does have telekinesis, and so he'll take a page out of Haruki's book - using nature around them and the vines he himself created to work for him, coiling around Haruki's wrists and forcing his hands away from him, and to Haruki's back - tying them firmly like that.

He'll even lift Haruki's own shirt to get to tie around his eyes for a quick blindfold. ]

Aah ... So - eager for me.

[ He's not pumping more anemo energy inside him, but he is letting it pulse there, trying to claim him from the inside out as he starts rocking his hips - his hand going to Harukis chin while the other moves to his ass, groping as he fucks him, though he's still probably unbearably slow ]

Is that what you want? For me to cage you and leave you unable to feel anything but my presence, my body, my voice? I could trap you with me forever. We'd both have nowhere else to escape to.

[It is too slow. He will try to speed up the pace with his limited range of motion. Rising up as far as he can before sliding back down on him.]

Where is the downside?

[He happens to like dark, small spaces. Quiet except for the sound of his own voice, or in this case, Mochi's.

When his fingers touch his chin, he'll try to lean in for a kiss. He will probably miss, but he expects Mochi to reach him halfway.]

[ he does reach him halfway, kissing him just as he finally starts picking up the pace - starting to fuck him fast and rough, using his hold on him as leverage. His hand moves across Haruki's skin - small cuts made by wind blades following each touch, each mark made to be felt more than the last.

It won't make the pain intense, not yet, but it will sting constantly, relentlessly. Maybe it's a test of endurance or maybe just wants to make sure Haruki won't forget who he belongs to, either ]

Take your vines off of me. Let me hold you properly.

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