[ it’s almost decadent, the way Toji grasps him, from the iron of his grip to the way his fingers push inexorably and dizzyingly against Choso’s artery. it’s a pleasure all its own in the way it brings a deep flush to his face, colour suffusing his neck and shoulders like a spreading stain as his pulse pounds loud and heavy and laborious through his skull. he cannot begin to fathom how he must look, wretched thing that he is, gasping over Toji’s fist with saliva and water running rivulets out the corners of his mouth, eyes hooded and fixated up, up, up at the shadow of death that hovers over him. ]
Maybe.
[ his voice is a wet thing, thick with the effort of keeping the heaviest flow of water out of his mouth, but as Toji rips his pants asunder, Choso loses the battle with the shower’s flow and begins to sputter anew. pathetic creature. bared and bleeding, he still has the audacity to be aroused, his cock an aching weight where it lies full and heavy against his belly. his boots clatter and squeak against the rim, cloth remains tangling around his ankles even as he spreads his knees out as wide as the tub allows. ]
[ It's not how he wanted his evening to go. Well, not entirely, to say the least. Toji cannot help but feel his blood run warm at seeing such a spectacle; the way his partner writhes in pain, but he's in such a vulnerable state. Somewhere between the spits and sputters, words of adoration, however masked it may be with their banter, hit Toji's ears and reel him out of his sadistic state. He didn't want to think about this tonight; think about them or what they were or what their odd and intimate arrangement actually meant. He didn't want to think of his feelings, or the possibility that maybe he would feel some kind of bizarre loss without Choso.
He's incredibly turned on, though, and frustrated. His next swipe is harsher and quick and it's followed by one, two, three red stripes along the top of Choso's thigh. The knife wields down to the inside of his thigh, an area much tender and Toji draws it upward to meet with the other cuts along the top. ]
You trust me too much. I think that is what makes me the most angry about you.
[ Because not just anyone can lay so bare and helpless with Toji. Somehow, Choso does it without concern. He yearns for it. ]
[ will he ever? what a question to ask when Choso is writhing in a dingy tub filling with red water, too wrapped up in the amalgamate pain and perverse pleasure that each burning slice brings to even properly consider the concept. what is self-respect to something so stained and so new to humanity and all its flaws?
one, two, three slices push his head back against the tub side with an audible thud, while the fourth up his inner thigh drags a ragged cry that's more gurgle than breath. his back arches, chest heaving, blood begins to trickle from his curse mark, but still he keeps his hands away and his knees spread like Toji isn't in the perfect position to gut him and be done with it.
[ There is a brief moment that a part of him considers it-- tearing through his core with that sharp blade already drenched in blood, but oddly enough, the thought is fleeting. He doesn't actually dislike this guy, but he knows they both get quite enthralled with the repulsive game they play back and forth with each other. It's exciting for Toji to know he has someone like this in his miserable life; who can satisfy his sadistic behavior and enjoy it himself.
All riled up, he's out of breath, and the knife drops along the bath floor with a clatter before he reaches into his pocket and pulls a sealed condom out, lifting it to tear it with his teeth. The water resumes to rinse the curse as clean as it can, only for more blood to seep out of each meticulous wound. Toji exposes himself, fully hard as he puts the condom on in a moment of silence. ]
I almost feel bad for you.
[ He hauls Choso's leg up, the one against the bathroom wall, folding him over and shoving the other leg over the arm of the bath tub. No lubricant, no other preparation. Somehow, he knows Choso likes it that way. ]
[ and he’d be right; for all that Choso gnashes and snarls most times they meet, he has never once wanted for lubricant. the pain of entry, too, is something to savour, and for all that Choso groans and grits his teeth, he still fights against his own body to relax when Toji takes him. ]
Fuck you and your almnnhgh— almost.
[ big attitude from a bloody wretch whose back still arches up high, cock leaking pre while Toji fills him agonizingly full. ]
[ It's a cramped position, but necessary to keep the blood rinsing off of Choso and his wounds. Toji breathes out loudly once he feels Choso hit the base of his cock, giving out some resistance. Toji presses the top of his own head against the side of this dingy bathroom wall, staring hungrily down at the curse folded down upon himself. He's going to cum all over himself with his legs split like this. ]
You say you want everything from me, does that include my pity too?
[ He makes a throaty noise as he starts to slide back and forth, rutting into Choso slowly. He makes a crooked smile. ]
You look good like this; stained with blood and in pain. I like it.
[ it's sincere, at least, however fucked up it sounds. ]
[ the water is a blessing as much as it is a curse: for as much as it over-saturates and washes away Choso’s blood, it makes exterior control impossible in this position. he cannot pull it away if it gets on Toji, cannot control it if it gets in Toji, cannot bring it to bear properly if Toji decided to tear him open, and yet. and yet, the fluttering urgent alarm this brings only seems to further fan the flames in Choso’s belly.
he looks good like this, after all; stained with blood and in pain, and the thought is a rotten balm that he welcomes for all that it burns. ]
Auh-all of it. All of it!
[ it hurts. every dragging thrust hurts, but it makes the ache in him throb all the harder. it hurts, but his cock still dribbles and twitches, slave to the twisted winding pleasure all knotted up inside the cage of his bones. it hurts, but he cannot, will not look away from Toji, even though his arms shudder and his hands curl over his face to hide from the water flow, heated gaze peering between spread fingers. ]
[ Toji is aware of that, and to him, it's also enthralling, this risky dance they are performing with each other. He's familiar with the feel of Choso, how hot his flesh gets, how he smells, how his heart races and how each drag of his hips feels so good, building up and up and twisting a knot in Toji's stomach. He chews on his own lip as he observes him, wondering what on Earth he has done to earn Choso's attention and desire. He is quiet for a moment, besides the slapping of his wet skin and his throaty breathing.
It really does sound like a confession. How did this happen? Maybe he's confused? Because surely not.
Toji turns his pelvis slightly, thrusting deeper and harder, hitting his partner's prostate. ]
You're so cruel to ... hah ... yourself. Wanting everything of me brings nothing desirable.
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Maybe.
[ his voice is a wet thing, thick with the effort of keeping the heaviest flow of water out of his mouth, but as Toji rips his pants asunder, Choso loses the battle with the shower’s flow and begins to sputter anew. pathetic creature. bared and bleeding, he still has the audacity to be aroused, his cock an aching weight where it lies full and heavy against his belly. his boots clatter and squeak against the rim, cloth remains tangling around his ankles even as he spreads his knees out as wide as the tub allows. ]
But I wuh-wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for you.
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He's incredibly turned on, though, and frustrated. His next swipe is harsher and quick and it's followed by one, two, three red stripes along the top of Choso's thigh. The knife wields down to the inside of his thigh, an area much tender and Toji draws it upward to meet with the other cuts along the top. ]
You trust me too much. I think that is what makes me the most angry about you.
[ Because not just anyone can lay so bare and helpless with Toji. Somehow, Choso does it without concern. He yearns for it. ]
You have no respect for yourself. Will you ever?
[ Not the first time he has said this. ]
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one, two, three slices push his head back against the tub side with an audible thud, while the fourth up his inner thigh drags a ragged cry that's more gurgle than breath. his back arches, chest heaving, blood begins to trickle from his curse mark, but still he keeps his hands away and his knees spread like Toji isn't in the perfect position to gut him and be done with it.
there's that trust, implicit and complete. ]
Nnhhuh-no, 'm sorry, khuh-can't. Fuck, Tohhji--!
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All riled up, he's out of breath, and the knife drops along the bath floor with a clatter before he reaches into his pocket and pulls a sealed condom out, lifting it to tear it with his teeth. The water resumes to rinse the curse as clean as it can, only for more blood to seep out of each meticulous wound. Toji exposes himself, fully hard as he puts the condom on in a moment of silence. ]
I almost feel bad for you.
[ He hauls Choso's leg up, the one against the bathroom wall, folding him over and shoving the other leg over the arm of the bath tub. No lubricant, no other preparation. Somehow, he knows Choso likes it that way. ]
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Fuck you and your almnnhgh— almost.
[ big attitude from a bloody wretch whose back still arches up high, cock leaking pre while Toji fills him agonizingly full. ]
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You say you want everything from me, does that include my pity too?
[ He makes a throaty noise as he starts to slide back and forth, rutting into Choso slowly. He makes a crooked smile. ]
You look good like this; stained with blood and in pain. I like it.
[ it's sincere, at least, however fucked up it sounds. ]
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he looks good like this, after all; stained with blood and in pain, and the thought is a rotten balm that he welcomes for all that it burns. ]
Auh-all of it. All of it!
[ it hurts. every dragging thrust hurts, but it makes the ache in him throb all the harder. it hurts, but his cock still dribbles and twitches, slave to the twisted winding pleasure all knotted up inside the cage of his bones. it hurts, but he cannot, will not look away from Toji, even though his arms shudder and his hands curl over his face to hide from the water flow, heated gaze peering between spread fingers. ]
Even the worst parts. All of it.
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It really does sound like a confession. How did this happen? Maybe he's confused? Because surely not.
Toji turns his pelvis slightly, thrusting deeper and harder, hitting his partner's prostate. ]
You're so cruel to ... hah ... yourself. Wanting everything of me brings nothing desirable.