[ The more he interacts with Choso, the more he’s realizing this guy knows so very little about the world. Toji doesn’t mind, though. He must have left some impression on him if he’s wanting to mess around again.
And, given his situation right now, it’s a nice distraction.
His lips upturn slightly. ]
you want to see how it feels to have more control?
[ toji, through one means or another, has revealed to choso but one of the many fascinating facets of the world, and he’s keen to follow up on this peculiar fleshy journey now that they’ve all finished sprinkling their blood across the land of disney like a group activity sacrifice. ]
yes. tell me what you do not want to feel and i will avoid it.
ill bring everything we need, don’t you worry yourself
[ He considers for a moment, arranging some items in a small box. It’s really standard stuff you’d bring because he’s not sure what this guy is wanting to try (or have tried on him) but after a moment he decides to bring something else with him. Something meant to cause pain on someone else.
Maybe it will help Choso discover something about himself, whether it be inflicting pain on someone else or inflicting pain on himself. It doesn’t take him long to arrive at the Revelation wing, and he almost knocks on the wrong door before he double checks and knocks on the correct door. ]
[ don’t worry, what an interesting phrase. every time choso has heard it, there has always been something to worry about at the end of it, so reading it from Toji of all people doesn’t settle the jitter in his fingers, doesn’t calm the warm rush of thrill in his blood. ]
ok.
[ but he accepts it anyway.
revelation 010 is an unadorned door, marked only by its number, and when choso throws it open a moment after Toji’s knock, the austere clean of the room confirms that this may be the very first time it’s ever found use. ]
Good evening.
[ salutations, dude. decked out in grey loungewear chic, choso is positively oozing appeal. or depression. mayhaps both. he steps aside to allow the bulk of Toji passage. ]
[ There’s nothing but a lift of his brows as a greeting. Clean is right. The moment the door opens and Toji’s heightened nose gets a whiff of it, it smells like.. a brand new car, or something like that. Strange, and no offense, unfitting considering who is supposed to be living in here.
Well. Only one thing to do now. Christen the place and dirty it up.
Toji can’t blame Choso for his choice of clothing because he, too, is in the lounge wear as well. He really prefers comfortable over anything else.
The door is shut once he’s inside, and he wastes no time playing things up, easy first with a brush of his knuckle across Choso’s cheek, then holding him under the chin— much like he’s done before. The mysterious box he has remains tucked underneath his massive arm and the contents inside are left to be unseen. ]
What do you wanna do, hm? You seem to have some ideas. Want to tell them to me? Or do I have to force it out of you?
[ can you do it, Choso. Can you pick up on some role playing? ]
[ the ever-present copper tang that follows choso like a wake is almost absent in this clinically-clean room, reduced and muted and so close to his skin; he'd only arrived himself, barely enough time to stir the currents within, just recent enough that there's still a hint of colour in his face. it only deepens with the brush of Toji's knuckle.
all of choso goes still when Toji takes him by the jaw, from the restless shift of his limbs to the roaming dart of his eyes. he swallows thickly with a bob of the throat, a swipe of tongue over lips before he takes hold of it enough to find his words, to start, ]
I want--
[ -before he stops himself. draws a soft breath, some little piece on some internal board clicking into place.
choso's teeth click closed, lips so slightly parted as his mouth crooks just so, a twitch of one corner that on anyone else may have been precious little. ]
[ Toji isn’t sure what he expected by this interaction, but he’s learned to expect the unexpected, and hearing Choso give a response similar to what a brat would say was the last thing he expected. Did he do research? What’s going on here? Whatever it is, it’s already feeding into Toji’s sadistic side, a small quiver running down his spine. The way he’s looking at Choso is a little different now; it looks like he might want to kill him (but that’s good for what they’re wanting, right?) ]
H’oh. Is that how it is? Listen. Look right here.
[ He closes any space between them, and forces the other man to look at him closely. ]
You’re going to get yourself in trouble acting like that. Are you listening? This is very important.
[ His hold tightens, gaze unbreaking. ]
No matter how much noise you make, I will not stop, not unless you say a secret and distinct word. Is that clear?
[ Toji says to look, so choso looks. Toji says to listen, so choso listens. jaw caught, he couldn’t avert his eyes even if he wanted to, and the thought alone sends a hot bolt straight down the core of him to pool glowing and molten in the pit of his belly. arousal is a sullen and spreading burn. ]
I understand. [ it crackles round the edges, husky. he licks his lips again, flexes his hands, but choso waits, attentive despite the impatience curled in his throat. ]
Haa.. something distinguishable to understand. How about—
[ He thinks for a moment, thumb splaying open and touching along Choso’s lower lip. ]
Lighthouse. You can make as much noise as you want, but unless you say that, I won’t stop, even if you end up saying the word stop. Understood?
[ The warmth of his calloused hand leaves Choso and he turns around, setting the box on the bed and grabbing the hem of his loungewear, pulling it up and over his head as he speaks. ]
You might also want to not comply so easily. You want to see me work, don’t you?
[ whoosh. The top of his is off and he leans down to open the box. ]
[ the first thing choso does is open his mouth to echo the word, tongue touching to the top of his mouth and the first syllable breathed before he catches himself, blinking, teeth clicking closed again. not yet, but remember it, hold it, arm it like a bolt but not. yet.
Toji grants choso reprieve right then in releasing him just as an artificial light flickers to life in his eyes, as an unknowable series of queries are posed to the unknowable chip tucked away in the unknowable bowl of choso's skull. whatever it is he's picking up, it doesn't diminish the burning bright curiosity, the sullen-hot hunger that smoulders in the well of him.
licking his lips, choso steps back, leans up against the wall adjacent the door with his arms folding lazily across his chest, head donking lightly against the strange alloy. ]
I said I wanted to see you work for it.
[ patiently, with a cock of his head to the side, pigtails squashed against the wall. ]
[ As Choso takes his time to discreetly shop for replacement clothes, Toji carefully takes out the items and places them at the foot of the bed within reach; among them is the usual lubricant and condoms, though he’s not sure if that’s going to be used. What’s the point in fucking a blood manipulator if blood play isn’t involved? What follows next is a can of salve, specifically for bruises, but the prized item is an authentic riding crop, one side of the paddle end of it embedded in pyramid studs and the other side bare. The handle side has a wrist loop, but Toji is putting a little care into presentation as he equips himself in fingerless, leather gloves. This alone is more effort on his part, but he can’t help but be a little particular about having sex as opposed to giving a shit about much else.
Choso has given his stubborn stance and Toji looks over at him as he takes his time putting on his gloves. That’s more like it. It causes Toji to grin; enough to look both wicked and hungry, using his teeth to bare down at the wrist portion of his right glove, tugging it down snuggly as a whiff of leather hits his nose. That alone excited him. Let’s see how this goes. ]
Is that so?
[ He steps over, stride confident, and grabs Choso mercilessly by one of his pigtails and jerking his face close to his own. ]
Why should anyone put any effort into you? You’re a disgusting piece of shit.
[ That’s him pulling Choso by the hair and thrusting him down, face first into the mattress, and it’ll be from that point is where he starts to strip him, ravenously going for the pants first. His other hand comes to the back of Choso’s head, pushing him into the bed with such force to secure him as his other hand works, excited warmth filling his body. Working out complicated emotions was not his favorite coping mechanism when he was feeling a lot, but beating the shit out of a random guy and then fucking him was magnificent. ]
[ there is much to watch. Toji in motion is a draw of the eye, irresistible in all the ways choso can't quite articulate. when Toji approaches, choso can only think of predators, the languid amble of tigers in the underbrush.
he does not move, this strange curse, doesn't budge an inch until Toji's grip on his hair firms into a fist and begins to pull.
Choso digs in his heels. This does nothing, of course; the hold is unyielding, drags him forward despite the strain of his muscles. Excitement is a surge of adrenaline, the clench of his teeth as the arms loosely folded over his chest unfurl to make a grab for Toji's offending wrist, fingers digging into the creases between the clenched fist with the distant idea of prising them open, dislodging the pull on hair. Immovable. Steel had lesser yield than this; Choso may as well have fought the tectonic shift of the continents themselves.
Superb.
Toji's voice is a dark snarl into his ear, his words as toothed as the crop; insult is a burning line down Choso's gullet, heavy enough to drop straight through like a stone to sit heavy in his gut, filthy fingers curling into him inexorably. It bares his teeth, pries his mouth open in the start of a snarl before Toji yanks him along and reintroduces him to the utilitarian stiffness of the mattress.
The sheets... stink. Austere and chemical, remnant cleaning agents left to age untouched, so Choso ruins them without further thought, lets the mark bisecting his face leak with blood that oozes down to pool into the fabric, staining his cheek and side of his mouth in pinks and reds. Here now, Choso kicks and twists under Toji's grip, fights animal-savage with every thrash and drag of his hands over the twisting bedcovers, tries to buck the unthinkable weight off while the band of his pants rakes over his hips with a series of faint snaps. (the seams never stood a chance.)
Panting, he snarls, ]
Fuck you.
[ like maybe it isn't just Toji it's meant for, snarls it like it could distract by the heavy, hard curve of his cock exposed to the neutral air. ]
[ He had caught that slight bit of resistance that was futile and is commending Choso on a job well done for playing into his sadistic side; perhaps the half-curse will surprise him even further this evening.
The lounge trousers now to shreds, he discards them, and the distinguishable sound of twisting leather is heard near Choso's ear as he grabs the back of the collar, releasing his partner's head just for a moment to tear the back right down the middle as if it were paper thin. He dismantles the rest of his attire off of him, but not before catching the back of his neck. Firmly, his hand presses along the blood flow on either side-- tightly. Choso may remember him doing something like this back when they were fighting in the arena but at the front of his neck. Ah, the fond memories. ]
You can cuss me out all you want. I'm going to have my way with you or kill you trying.
[ There is some shifting as he keeps hold of the other man with one hand, and before Choso knows it, he'll feel the soft dance of the leather crop running along the side of his ass. Gentle, caressing, as if it wasn't imposing any threat. He's teasing him, knowing not to strike him too soon. ]
What else does a nasty bastard like you have to say?
[ Listen: when Toji grips the back of his shirt, Choso's breath hitches with the shudder that wracks him, voice catching in his throat in a guttural noise. He can't even make room to regret the garment; it's gone from his notice the moment it's ripped from his body. The noise of its destruction will be its legacy, surely. He's got other things to worry about.
Like how Toji's grip is a perfect vise, pinning Choso in place while his vision begins to fuzz and pound in time with his pulse, a darkening at the edges in delicate threads. It is a humiliation in itself to feel the ease with which the man contains him; the blood beginning to pool within the sheets shudders, a thrum in perfect time with the heavy thud of Choso's pulse against Toji's fingers. The smell of leather has begun to overcome the familiar tang of his own blood, the drag of something-- the crop, it must be. The drag of the crop has Choso swallowing, struggling to swallow, hands clawing blunt and useless at machine-count sheets as he lowers himself flat to the mattress, knees pressed tight together, ankles crossing like one more gate to kick open.
He did say he wanted Toji to work for it. But lo, a query. What does he have to say? ]
I cannot wait, [ and it's gasped, puffed into the blood-damp sheet stuck to his cheek ] to taste your blood between my teeth.
[ It’s at this point in time that Toji takes a moment to appreciate the canvas he’s about to paint; green eyes surveying the curve of his shoulder and down the side of his body, sweeping across the rounds of muscle along his back. It’s hard to not follow the dip his spine makes, all the way down to a sculpted back end that is perfect to lash. His eyes flick back up when Choso speaks and he leans down close, the stench of his blood overpowering Toji’s senses as he gets closer. His chest nearly melds into Choso’s back as he purrs into his ear, enjoying the rhythmic serenade of the man’s throbbing heart beat. Music to his ears. ]
You don’t get to do that until I say so. Biting.. that’s what animals do. That’s what you are. That’s why I picked this. Do you know what it is?
[ He flutters the soft end of the crop against his partner’s thigh, still teasing so gently, it almost tickles. ]
It’s used on animals, who are dirty and nasty like you.
[ The warmth of his body is gone as he straightens his posture, the sound of leather being heard again as he tightens the loop around his wrist and hand. ]
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text; @curse - 04-14-77
Toji
may i bite you?
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where at?
[ Instead of asking what he’s talking about, he’s just going to humor this guy. ]
no subject
revelation 010
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you’re wanting to meet up with me so you can bite me…
that’s it?
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the idea is other things will accompany biting
but biting is the baseline requirement
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so
you have given your intentions and a location
this is a booty call?
1/2
no subject
yes.
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And, given his situation right now, it’s a nice distraction.
His lips upturn slightly. ]
you want to see how it feels to have more control?
no subject
yes.
tell me what you do not want to feel and i will avoid it.
[ is this a booty call or a sandwich order? ]
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[ what’s he trying to do.. be a service top? ]
tell you what
ill meet you there
we can talk some more
do you know how to beg?
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i shall be there. do i bring anything?
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[ He considers for a moment, arranging some items in a small box. It’s really standard stuff you’d bring because he’s not sure what this guy is wanting to try (or have tried on him) but after a moment he decides to bring something else with him. Something meant to cause pain on someone else.
Maybe it will help Choso discover something about himself, whether it be inflicting pain on someone else or inflicting pain on himself. It doesn’t take him long to arrive at the Revelation wing, and he almost knocks on the wrong door before he double checks and knocks on the correct door. ]
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ok.
[ but he accepts it anyway.
revelation 010 is an unadorned door, marked only by its number, and when choso throws it open a moment after Toji’s knock, the austere clean of the room confirms that this may be the very first time it’s ever found use. ]
Good evening.
[ salutations, dude. decked out in grey loungewear chic, choso is positively oozing appeal. or depression. mayhaps both. he steps aside to allow the bulk of Toji passage. ]
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Well. Only one thing to do now. Christen the place and dirty it up.
Toji can’t blame Choso for his choice of clothing because he, too, is in the lounge wear as well. He really prefers comfortable over anything else.
The door is shut once he’s inside, and he wastes no time playing things up, easy first with a brush of his knuckle across Choso’s cheek, then holding him under the chin— much like he’s done before. The mysterious box he has remains tucked underneath his massive arm and the contents inside are left to be unseen. ]
What do you wanna do, hm? You seem to have some ideas. Want to tell them to me? Or do I have to force it out of you?
[ can you do it, Choso. Can you pick up on some role playing? ]
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all of choso goes still when Toji takes him by the jaw, from the restless shift of his limbs to the roaming dart of his eyes. he swallows thickly with a bob of the throat, a swipe of tongue over lips before he takes hold of it enough to find his words, to start, ]
I want--
[ -before he stops himself. draws a soft breath, some little piece on some internal board clicking into place.
choso's teeth click closed, lips so slightly parted as his mouth crooks just so, a twitch of one corner that on anyone else may have been precious little. ]
-to see you work for it, a little.
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H’oh. Is that how it is? Listen. Look right here.
[ He closes any space between them, and forces the other man to look at him closely. ]
You’re going to get yourself in trouble acting like that. Are you listening? This is very important.
[ His hold tightens, gaze unbreaking. ]
No matter how much noise you make, I will not stop, not unless you say a secret and distinct word. Is that clear?
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I understand. [ it crackles round the edges, husky. he licks his lips again, flexes his hands, but choso waits, attentive despite the impatience curled in his throat. ]
Distinct… what is it?
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[ He thinks for a moment, thumb splaying open and touching along Choso’s lower lip. ]
Lighthouse. You can make as much noise as you want, but unless you say that, I won’t stop, even if you end up saying the word stop. Understood?
[ The warmth of his calloused hand leaves Choso and he turns around, setting the box on the bed and grabbing the hem of his loungewear, pulling it up and over his head as he speaks. ]
You might also want to not comply so easily. You want to see me work, don’t you?
[ whoosh. The top of his is off and he leans down to open the box. ]
Clothes off.
[ A beat. ]
Don’t make me tear them off.
[ this is definitely a test.. ]
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Toji grants choso reprieve right then in releasing him just as an artificial light flickers to life in his eyes, as an unknowable series of queries are posed to the unknowable chip tucked away in the unknowable bowl of choso's skull. whatever it is he's picking up, it doesn't diminish the burning bright curiosity, the sullen-hot hunger that smoulders in the well of him.
licking his lips, choso steps back, leans up against the wall adjacent the door with his arms folding lazily across his chest, head donking lightly against the strange alloy. ]
I said I wanted to see you work for it.
[ patiently, with a cock of his head to the side, pigtails squashed against the wall. ]
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Choso has given his stubborn stance and Toji looks over at him as he takes his time putting on his gloves. That’s more like it. It causes Toji to grin; enough to look both wicked and hungry, using his teeth to bare down at the wrist portion of his right glove, tugging it down snuggly as a whiff of leather hits his nose. That alone excited him. Let’s see how this goes. ]
Is that so?
[ He steps over, stride confident, and grabs Choso mercilessly by one of his pigtails and jerking his face close to his own. ]
Why should anyone put any effort into you? You’re a disgusting piece of shit.
[ That’s him pulling Choso by the hair and thrusting him down, face first into the mattress, and it’ll be from that point is where he starts to strip him, ravenously going for the pants first. His other hand comes to the back of Choso’s head, pushing him into the bed with such force to secure him as his other hand works, excited warmth filling his body. Working out complicated emotions was not his favorite coping mechanism when he was feeling a lot, but beating the shit out of a random guy and then fucking him was magnificent. ]
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he does not move, this strange curse, doesn't budge an inch until Toji's grip on his hair firms into a fist and begins to pull.
Choso digs in his heels. This does nothing, of course; the hold is unyielding, drags him forward despite the strain of his muscles. Excitement is a surge of adrenaline, the clench of his teeth as the arms loosely folded over his chest unfurl to make a grab for Toji's offending wrist, fingers digging into the creases between the clenched fist with the distant idea of prising them open, dislodging the pull on hair. Immovable. Steel had lesser yield than this; Choso may as well have fought the tectonic shift of the continents themselves.
Superb.
Toji's voice is a dark snarl into his ear, his words as toothed as the crop; insult is a burning line down Choso's gullet, heavy enough to drop straight through like a stone to sit heavy in his gut, filthy fingers curling into him inexorably. It bares his teeth, pries his mouth open in the start of a snarl before Toji yanks him along and reintroduces him to the utilitarian stiffness of the mattress.
The sheets... stink. Austere and chemical, remnant cleaning agents left to age untouched, so Choso ruins them without further thought, lets the mark bisecting his face leak with blood that oozes down to pool into the fabric, staining his cheek and side of his mouth in pinks and reds. Here now, Choso kicks and twists under Toji's grip, fights animal-savage with every thrash and drag of his hands over the twisting bedcovers, tries to buck the unthinkable weight off while the band of his pants rakes over his hips with a series of faint snaps. (the seams never stood a chance.)
Panting, he snarls, ]
Fuck you.
[ like maybe it isn't just Toji it's meant for, snarls it like it could distract by the heavy, hard curve of his cock exposed to the neutral air. ]
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The lounge trousers now to shreds, he discards them, and the distinguishable sound of twisting leather is heard near Choso's ear as he grabs the back of the collar, releasing his partner's head just for a moment to tear the back right down the middle as if it were paper thin. He dismantles the rest of his attire off of him, but not before catching the back of his neck. Firmly, his hand presses along the blood flow on either side-- tightly. Choso may remember him doing something like this back when they were fighting in the arena but at the front of his neck. Ah, the fond memories. ]
You can cuss me out all you want. I'm going to have my way with you or kill you trying.
[ There is some shifting as he keeps hold of the other man with one hand, and before Choso knows it, he'll feel the soft dance of the leather crop running along the side of his ass. Gentle, caressing, as if it wasn't imposing any threat. He's teasing him, knowing not to strike him too soon. ]
What else does a nasty bastard like you have to say?
no subject
Like how Toji's grip is a perfect vise, pinning Choso in place while his vision begins to fuzz and pound in time with his pulse, a darkening at the edges in delicate threads. It is a humiliation in itself to feel the ease with which the man contains him; the blood beginning to pool within the sheets shudders, a thrum in perfect time with the heavy thud of Choso's pulse against Toji's fingers. The smell of leather has begun to overcome the familiar tang of his own blood, the drag of something-- the crop, it must be. The drag of the crop has Choso swallowing, struggling to swallow, hands clawing blunt and useless at machine-count sheets as he lowers himself flat to the mattress, knees pressed tight together, ankles crossing like one more gate to kick open.
He did say he wanted Toji to work for it. But lo, a query. What does he have to say? ]
I cannot wait, [ and it's gasped, puffed into the blood-damp sheet stuck to his cheek ] to taste your blood between my teeth.
1/2
You don’t get to do that until I say so. Biting.. that’s what animals do. That’s what you are. That’s why I picked this. Do you know what it is?
[ He flutters the soft end of the crop against his partner’s thigh, still teasing so gently, it almost tickles. ]
It’s used on animals, who are dirty and nasty like you.
[ The warmth of his body is gone as he straightens his posture, the sound of leather being heard again as he tightens the loop around his wrist and hand. ]
2/2