Ordinarily, when Lan Clan is called in to handle a problem, it's because said situation became so out of hand, the locals need outside help to deal with whatever has beset them. Although most of the information they've been given is based on rumors, Lan Sizhui takes immediate action and decides, with his fathers busy and uncle otherwise indisposed, he'll address the issue directly; a ‘fiend’ of some sort causing inconveniences among the people, he's been told, yet nobody who has come forward possesses actual details of said ‘crimson demon’.
This will prove far more difficult than other missions he's accepted, but certainly not for the usual reasons that night-hunts are arduous.
Sizhui's arrival is mostly kept secretive (to the point he's exchanged his all-white outfit for plain, common-looking robes), this way he can work and there's less chance that the creature will catch on to the fact it's being hunted, even if Sizhui's still got his doubts about the whole thing. That isn't his place, however, so he tamps down any uncertainty then begins his project.
It takes three whole days for him to finally come up with something; the location of the demon's lair. Goodness, what more could he ask for at that point? Being handed this golden opportunity, it almost seems too good to be true, but it's the best lead he's had since he got here. (Therein lies a new problem though: how does he get there without anyone noticing?) He could, of course, cobble together an invisibility array, something that'd cover him just long enough to sneak up and catch the monster off-guard—
No, he thinks, there could be another way, right? A few long moments of contemplation and some minutes later, he's set out on horseback, galloping the two or so miles outside of town toward where the woman had marked on his map. ‘Careful you don't fall victim to trickery, young man.’ She'd warned, leaving him clutching his evidence like a lifeline, impulsiveness irresistible, despite the ominous words.
Which isn't at all what he's thinking about the moment he rides up to the house, eyes widened in surprise, but it's instantly cut short by rising anxiety. Don't be fooled, Sizhui reminds, taking a slow, deliberate breath that he exhales in a huff, hoping he's steeled himself enough to face whatever (or whoever) awaits him just beyond a quick stride across the yard and a door.
He draws ever closer, fingers clenched around his sword's sheath, the opposite hand at his side twitching nervously, completely prepared to draw his weapon if the need arises. Once he's only an odd amount of feet away, the cultivator stops, squares his shoulders and calls out, “Is anyone there? If so, present yourself.”
It's not the first time Arataki Itto has found himself hunted, of course it always ends up the same way. The hunter becomes the hunted until he's had enough fun and ends the game. It makes no difference to him when these pathetic excuses for cultivators and exorcist all have the same weak abilities. They hardly make fun sport at this point.
Of course as a demon whose amassed much he's also found those who are worthy of working for him. He knows an empire of one will never last, his gang always warns him of those coming close. One such member was the kind old woman said cultivator approaching had spoken to. She had taken Itto in as a child when his parents were murdered before him and he had shown that kindness by always protecting her. She had already warned him of the man arriving but she had told Itto more of him, how beautiful his new prey was.
Interesting. When he felt the approach of this "beautiful man" he went to hide, staying in the shadows of his home to get a better view of this stranger. It was of course hard to hide his size but he knew all the best spots, he built this home afterall.
Careful to make his steps silent he trailed behind as the man explored his home. Beautiful didn't do him justice. This man looked so fragile and delicate and yet walked with such determination and grace. Like a kami descended from the heavens. He was stunning. Itto wanted to play with this one for sure.
"Is this how you greet all lords? You just barge into another's home?" His voice was deeper than he normally held it, appearing behind the smaller man from the shadows. His own body nearly towering over him. "Did you come to slay the dreaded beast, little cultivator?"
Frankly, Lan Sizhui should've known better than to trust the old woman who had given him information. Nobody except her withholding particulars, waiting for the right moment, then divulging such details, especially pertaining to the oni's whereabouts? Someone who knew him, obviously. (He'll berate himself later when he isn't already focused on figuring out how to handle his current situation: luring said creature out of his home.)
He also should've been aware that approaching without at least setting a trap or two wasn't the wisest decision, but can he really be blamed if he wants to try something less aggressive first? He'd not drawn his weapon, he was staying in one place, and while it means he's quite easily crept up on, it also means he's shown some clear vulnerability here, which he hopes worked in his favor rather than against him.
Though his heart palpitates so hard, he can taste it, Sizhui's making no actual motion the moment he senses another's presence behind him, holding steady despite the urge to abruptly turn with sword brandished. Sizhui does take a slow, measured breath that he sighs right back out, his fingers cinching ever-tighter as he says first, “It depends, my lord,” and then his posture softens significantly, the fidgety hand at his side going motionless before tucking neatly behind himself, resting at the small of his back. “Do you need to be slayed?”
Or can they handle this differently, perhaps without violence? (Which, hey, he's hoping the whole ‘my lord’ thing and hand-behind-the-back gesture sort of add to his courteousness here!)
Re: and sizhui acting all sweet and Koi, how lovely
So it would seem this cultivator is trying to butter him up. Well Itto isn't going to fall for the act bit he will indulge in it for sure. When his crimson eyes see thay hand go behind the man's back he reaches for it with his much bigger ones. He could crush this man so easily, magic or not. He knows cultivators are stronger than they appear but his own muscles aren't just for show. There's a reason he's wanted dead or alive, he's killed so many of their kind before.
"You humans would think so. I've never tasted human flesh yet there are countless stories of me eating them. I wonder what other lies are told of me. Am I hideous and feared too I wonder?" Itto chuckles a bit as he takes that small hand and leans down to kiss it. His fangs pressing against the skin.
He stays behind the other, not yet revealing his face but also not letting go of him.
"Are you planning to seduce me little one? You're beautiful enough for it. I wonder what these simple threads are hiding." He leans in then, breath hot against Sizhuis neck as he pulls him tight against his bigger frame. "I might let you have a look, if you tell me what you plan to do here, maybe even tell me one of those lovely rumors about myself."
clearly has to go the polite route first but w e l p
Well, nobody can say he didn't try doing so, but with very little luck, it seems. He doesn't have to see Itto reaching for his arm to sense it; he notes the motion, swallows hard and clenches his fist against his back, but he doesn't flinch or jerk away, just stays still whenever Itto's hand comes closer, closer . . .
“Their bodies were never recovered, so what did you assume people might say about you?” It's not often victims emerged alive, after all, and with no remains to be found anywhere, of course individuals would assume the worst and spread fear throughout the town. “And I've heard both; some say you are hideous, whereas others say not so much, yet they all agree on one thing: you are feared.” Not by everyone, evidently, himself included. (Sure, he's anxious, but that's a different feeling altogether right now.) They're having a somewhat polite conversation, subject aside, and he thinks maybe the circumstances could be different—
Right up until Itto's hand actually takes hold of his and the oni leans down to kiss him. Both that and the scrape of fangs surprise him, it's the former making Sizhui's fingers twitch, his breath hitching at such an intimate gesture while he shifts the arm in an attempt to bring it to his side, finally accepting the latter could prove threatening.
His heartbeat skips a second time when the man's warm breath falls across his neck, brow furrowing with consternation as he's tugged against Itto's body, prompting him to shift his free arm, the still-sheathed sword tucking in-between them, not exactly a threat but definitely an impediment if Itto tries moving even closer. “Seduce you? Is that what you're expecting?” To think, Itto's looking forward to something like that from someone like him, of all people? How presumptuous of him, it almost makes Sizhui want to laugh. (‘Almost’ being the keyword here.) “They say... you have murdered almost everyone who has come to your door.”
"Feared is a good thing. I rather be feared than loved, humans will use and abuse those they love." Itto doesn't move away, he let's go of the man's arm to instead hold his waist. Long clawed fingers able to almost entirely hold that waist, so petite.
"Do you fear me cultivator?" He leans in once more, body pressed tightly against him. Even with fabric separating them it's not hiding much to the imagination.
"The others have all been men who thought they would gain fame and fortune in killing a beast. I wonder if you are as selfish as then or if you will prove different. It would be a shame to waste such a beautiful body." With a sigh Itto let's go of him and steps back, turning fully to go to a nearby couch and lounging on it, clothed body fully on display as he flicks on a few candles to light the room.
"You may look at me, cultivator. Pray, tell me your name. I know you know my own already. I think it's only fair I know yours." He lounges as if he had nothing to fear, an arm draped over the back of rhe couch and one leg dangling while the other was pulled up and bent. With his bare chest out and low hanging pants the position was clearly showing off the muscles and markings all over him. His long white hair was even pulled up in a ponytail to expose more of his neck.
Sizhui opens his mouth to retort, readying a clipped biteback about how ‘not all humans,’ but his attention is drawn down toward Itto's hands where they circle his waist, those long, clawed fingers practically engulfing his midsection. The oni truly could crush him, there's no denying this, and yet that hold doesn't seem wholly threatening.
“It is not the word I would use.” ‘Afraid’ means succumbing to said fear and, while he's nervous, he has steeled himself in the face of fear in preparation for whatever happens during their confrontation. (Idly, his mind wanders, noting Itto's body pressed against his own, the strength in his frame and how he could very well destroy him if he'd made even the smallest misstep—) And still, he isn't backing down, regardless of the bizarre shiver that zippers up his spine. “Anything I do is never for fame, it's to protect those who feel like they are being harmed.”
Once he's released, Sizhui breathes an audible sigh of relief, his posture slackening again as he spares a fleeting glance around them, lingering on the candles initially, but letting his gaze flicker to Itto after he's given the go-ahead. What he sees isn't a monster at all; Itto looks almost more human-like, aside from his horns, fangs, his height and the multitude of markings littering his body. He tilts his head, considering, eyes momentarily half-lidded when he gives another full once-over, then he's wide-eyed and alert only seconds later.
He lifts both arms, circles them in front of himself and politely bows, both hands clasped around his weapon. “Lan Sizhui, of the Gusu Lan Sect.” Then he's straightening upright, sword arm back at his side, the other hand curled into a fist resting across his middle, long sleeve curtained pristinely over his frontside. “Though I am curious why you would like to know my name when it seems you've already decided the outcome of this situation.”
Crimson eyes meet Sizhui's as Itto looks the man over as well. He's just as handsome from the front as he is behind. Those lips are truly lips screaming to be kissed and swollen with cock between them. Itto can't help but lick his lips as he looks the man over like an exotic dish laid before him.
"Lan Sizhui, just your name alone has my heart beating. What a man you are." He smirks as he taps at his raised leg for sizhui to come towards him, preferably and hopefully on his knees.
"Oh I have plans for you little one. I hope you don't have family, I will not be letting you leave to see them anytime soon. Not to worry, you'll be treated as a guest so long as you treat me kindly in return. Now come closer, I wish to gaze upon you more."
They're stunning, is the first thing Sizhui thinks. He's instantly drawn in by those brilliantly-colored eyes, unable to look away at first, but when Itto speaks, only then does he decide to tear his gaze away (and it's just to downcast because what the man's saying is rather flustering). Makes his heart beat? Why is he licking his lips like he's going to devour me if he isn't cannibalistic? Hmmm. Something to consider when he's not being beckoned closer.
He shouldn't, he knows he shouldn't, but he's shuffling nearer anyhow, watching intently, ready to make a fight or flight decision, whichever proves necessary in this moment. Although he doesn't kneel, Sizhui does stop within arms reach, head tipped sideways. “Do you now? I'm sorry to inform you, I do have family, people who would miss me terribly if I didn't return home at some point.” But. But. “Would my staying help in any way?” Because he could remain as long as possible if it meant Itto wouldn't be murdering people anymore.
The cultivator hesitates, takes a deep, steeling breath then bridges what little distance he'd left between them, both arms at his sides, hands clenched, his left never letting his sword go despite his obliging Itto's request. “Is this better?” If he gets any closer, he might as well be climbing into Itto's lap at that point.
"A pity you have family, I was hoping to make you mine a little easier." Whay Itto means by that he isn't going to say for now. The demon lord does smirk as Sizhui follows his orders, all obedient. It's stunning, he'd like to see the man on his hands and knees crawling to him but all in good time. He has to be patient. It wouldn't be fun if the thrill of the chase wasn't there.
"You're perfect Sizhui. I think with you here I will be far too distracted to do anything but be beside you." Itto moves then to sit up straight, his hands going to grab that small waist once more.
"Fully clothed and yet your body is practically obscene to me. Such a small waist meant to be grabbed and held, such slender pale skin begging to be bruised and marked. Tell me Sizhui, do you find me attractive?" Its a speech from a man who knows how handsome he is. The question is rhetorical but if he can get Sizhui hot and bothered he can possibly move the process of making him his quicker.
Taking the meaning of Itto's words at face value, it's not difficult to figure out what he wants, particularly whenever the oni can't seem to stop touching him. While he didn't crawl, his knees feel oddly weak now that he's within Itto's grasp again and he can't even blame anxiousness for the way color rises high on his cheeks at the sensation of those hands through the few layers of robes he's dressed-down in.
Sizhui's throat works with some effort, his gaze shyly lowers to Itto's hands then he lets his eyes sink fully shut. Never in his whole twenty-four years of living has he contemplated using his body for an entirely different exchange that's not fighting; the idea alone makes Sizhui flush harder, nevermind the obscene things Itto's actually saying aloud to him. “Perfect,” he repeats, slightly hesitant, a little hushed. High praise from a demon lord, he assumes, but isn't that part of what landed him in this situation? ‘Presumptuous,’ remember?
Ah, yes, of course he does.
“You . . . are not what I expected?” Which is to say he isn't ‘a monster’, yet Lans aren't supposed to lie, meaning he cannot withhold practical truths, either. He bites his cheek, peeks up from beneath his eyelashes and reaches with his free hand to gently clasp Itto's left wrist, the pad of his thumb tracing along his forearm. Does he have any experience with this? No, but he's gonna do the best he can. “Truthfully, you're quite handsome,” and still, that doesn't feel like enough, so. “Stunning, even.” Might as well put his earlier thoughts into words if he's going for it here.
"Handsome and stunning, oh I do like you Sizhui." What better a way to entice a demon lord than to butter him up. Of course Itto is no fool, he knows this could be a chance for Sizhui to get close and try to stay him. He knows those loose robes could be hiding many weapons or talismans even.
Once Sizhui is close enough Itto reaches for him with a speed he hasn't shown yet, grabbing him quickly and pulling him into his lap. He's a little rough, taking Sizhui' s hands and holding them tightly behind his back and away from him.
"Oh dear traveler, you don't have any weapons on you, do you? Should I search these clothes?" He's grinning as he speaks, crimson eyes almost seeming to be a blaze as his hold on Sizhui tightens. "Did you think I'd be so foolish as to let you come this close and not check your intent? Tsk,tsk. I have survived longer than many oni I know. There is a reason for that little one."
He leans in, adjusting sizhui to be straddling his lap, his lips close to Sizhuis neck. "It seems a waste not to taste you first though...shall I? Do I have your consent?"
I like you too, is what he almost responds with, the words still lingering on his tongue, although he isn't sure how he could like someone he's only just met. (A love at first sight situation? Surely not.) But won't he feel silly once it's proven otherwise? Buttering the oni up seems to be working in his favor, surprisingly, and he's tempted to continue offering sweet, honey-tongued words in an attempt to coerce him further, except he'll have something else distracting him here shortly.
Sooner than anticipated, actually, given how fast Itto moves to grab him, an unexpected yelp slipping out before it can be stopped as he's tugged into the other man's lap. He tries squirming free, but considering their proximity and Itto's sudden hold on his arms, he's a little too late with planning an escape. It's not a gentle hold, either, which he wants to protest, even if he knows his strength could prove enough if he got some extra leverage.
“No,” Sizhui huffs, struggling lightly against Itto's grasp. “I don't have any other weapons.” For clarification there, though he technically does have those aforementioned talismans and a musical instrument. Despite his predicament, he doesn't protest Itto asking if he should check his robes, nor does he remark on if he thought he was foolish; it's as the oni said, if he was, he wouldn't have made it this far in life and Sizhui'd be dealing with another problem elsewhere. “Certainly not, as I figured it was safe to assume you aren't a mindless creature.” And so far, he's been proven right.
His breath hitches when Itto dips closer, both legs adjusting so he's got his knees on either side of his waist, eyes squeezed shut at the sensation of Itto's mouth coming near his neck. Taste? What does that mean? Frankly, why is he asking? is a better question. Most monsters don't do that, they simply take, and Sizhui's genuinely so astonished, his body trembles and his words stutter. “Y-Yes, only... only if you promise to stop terrorizing people.”
"Hmm stop terrorizing people and instead have a cute new toy? I think I have the upper hand here." Itto grins as he enjoys watching this man stutter under his touch. He's going to be a fun time indeed. He can barely wait for it honestly. He's glad his dear 'Granny' let this one in. He's going to have to thank her later.
"You know, I never truly harassed anyone. Sure I messed with those who came to my home but that was self defense. As for the others? Simply swindled out of power and money. Not my fault humans are so stupid and weak." His tongue licks at the exposed skin of Sizhui's neck then, tasting him as promised. It slides up that neck and then behind the mans ear, teasing him. He pulls back then and moves the both of them so that Sizhui is on his back and he's on top, cornering the smaller man between himself and the couch.
"Have you ever fucked a monster before, little cultivator?" Itto's not even going to bother hiding how turned on he is. His erection is pretty evident from the tenting in his pants. "I want to taste every inch of you."
‘Toy? Hah!’ If Sizhui weren't currently in the position that he's in, he might've actually laughed. To think, this man believes he's someone to be played with, an individual he can use to his heart's content, discard, and then come back for more whenever he chooses. (He isn't, not in the usual sense of ‘toy’—) But Sizhui's fine letting Itto continue believing he has the upper hand, as it were.
Should he ever encounter that woman again, he'll certainly be singing a different tune.
Part of playing along means listening to the oni speak, although what he says makes his brow furrow, his lips pinch and, had Itto not moved to lick his neck, he would have immediately remarked on the comment. As it happens, he clamps his teeth together, sucks a breath in then hisses it back out, his body trembling, goosebumps peppering the spit-slicked skin, the area around it and all down his neck and chest. “You—ah!—you... didn't? If that's the case, why—” yet he cuts off when Itto moves onward to his ear, an abrupt, somewhat higher-pitched noise slipping out unbiddenly. Only after taking a moment to catch his breath does he inquire, “Why are there so many rumors saying otherwise?” Which is all he can manage before Itto switches their positions, pinning the cultivator against the couch, effectively holding him in place with his larger frame.
Like this, it's clear he isn't disinterested, given how his own cock twitched at the licking, except he's still doing his absolute best at seeming unmoved. “I haven't,” he sighs roughly, squirming against the other man for emphasis, despite his not specifying that he hasn't fucked anyone, either. “Is that what you want, then? To taste me? To fuck me?” Usually, he'd avoid such coarse language, but if there's a chance it throws Itto off-guard, he has to at least try.
"You seem to be struggling Sizhui...thinking of why you were sent here? Perhaps you regret getting in this position?" No, Itto can't read his thoughts but he can read the emotions going through those pretty eyes. He leans in, pressing his erection against Sizhui's as he licks the mans cheek and shutters a bit above him.
"Oh I have killed before, but like I said it was self defense...and maybe a little revenge as well. People see me and quake in fear. An oni, a mindless raging creature of destruction meant to rape their wives and pillage their villages." He mocks the words he's heard so much, crimson eyes staring at Sizhui's lips. "I'm not wrong, you probably were told the same before you came before me and now look where you are."
Another grind of his clothed erection and his eyes close for a moment in pleasure before looking Sizhui right in the eye. "Yes I want to devour you, but know that I've never once tasted another cultivator, or human for that matter. You're going to be my first, my special little cultivator" With that he finally leans in and kisses Sizhui' tongue seeking entrance right away as his hand goes to cup Sizhui's chin a little hard to keep him in place. The kiss is messy, clearly inexperienced as he's said but eager nonetheless.
Sure, Itto can't read his thoughts, but he's doing a helluva job reading the way his consternation shows through the subtle shift in his expression. He swallows hard, forcing down the gasp creeping up his throat when Itto grinds against him, his eyelashes fluttering at the hot, wet sensation of Itto's tongue dragging across his cheek. A few moments ago, he wasn't worried at all about being eaten, but all this licking does have him wondering . . .
He can't get distracted by that, however, taking into consideration what Itto says next. Of course he was told every single rumor upon his arrival, warned and chided, yet encouraged because fear certainly does things to people. ‘Mindless,’ he says in such a derisive tone, it's palpable. Is that what everyone truly believes Itto is? From what he's experienced, confused arousal aside, the man is smart, strong, quick and deft, and far more eloquent than he would've imagined some raging, murderous demon to be. The way Itto stares at his mouth, even now he seems like he's contemplating his next move without giving much away. Still, Sizhui asks, “What if someone proved them wrong?”
And that's all he manages before Itto pushes their hips together again, causing an airy little sigh to pass his lips afterward. He does plan to respond, to demand Itto tells him what he means with all this devouring business, except it's the ‘You're going to be my first’ remark that really throws him, lets Itto take advantage once he's dipped closer and capture his mouth. The surprised noise is muffled though there nonetheless, passing between them as Itto's tongue delves into his mouth, even if it peters-out into a quiet groan after their tongues meet. He's red-faced and burning, so hot in a way he's never felt, it's instinctive to kiss back, but the way he attempts wrenching his arms free whenever Itto grasps his chin is absolutely a retaliative combat maneuver.
the taste of those soft lips is like a nectar he's never had before. There isn't anyway he's going to stop now that's he's started. His first kiss, his first anything and with such a stunning human and a powerful one at that. Granny is going to be so proud of him later, he's sure of it.
The kiss seems to get a little less sloppy as it goes, tongue seeking entrance to entangle with Sizhui's. Soft moans leaving Itto as everything else starts to become less and less important. He wants this, to feel another against him. This is affection, while it wasn't earned it's still affection and he's becoming addicted to it. Eventually he pulls back, eyes darkened in lust, lips only a paper thin space from Sizhui's own and panting a little. "Why would you...want to prove them wrong? If they think I'm friendly they will only bother me.....and then I won't have time for us."
There is a cocky tone to how he speaks, pulling back just enough to see if Sizhui will follow with his own lips and want more. "You don't want to share me with others do you?" Trying to play cute he feigns innocence and looks into Sizhui's eyes with his own big round ones. The hand that was cupping Sizhui's chin moving up to his cheek and caressing him tenderly. "I said you'd be my special little cultivator, that means you'll be my one and only."
Whereas Sizhui has kissed someone else before, although he's never felt anything like this. He immediately wants more, which confuses half of him, the opposite half overriding that without much effort, regardless of how much he tries to keep his mind from being addled. How is it such a simple thing can make one's thoughts scramble?
Half-lidded eyes blink once, twice, forcing their way open slightly wider on the second motion so he can watch Itto's expression for a moment. It seems as if he's sincerely enjoying the liplock, coaxing the cultivator deeper with his tongue and Sizhui's all too happy to oblige, against his better judgment. There's a breathless gasp when they come apart, the faint trail of spit, heavier panting following that, then Sizhui's eyes are wider, his forehead creased in confusion. Time for us? What does he mean? He's unsure, but what he does know is he doesn't want Itto to pull away anymore.
He slackens, lowers an arm from Itto's chest and lets the man touch his face, astonishment overtaking his features at how gently he caresses him, the way he entices with sweet, honey-tongue words— and Sizhui sinks into the role of wooed partner so easily. His throat works with some effort around the lump there, he reaches with his other hand to hook Itto's wrist, keeping that hand against his face as he locks eyes with the oni. “No,” he strains at first, softly clearing his throat before attempting again, “No, I don't want that. To share you.” How does he have the right to say that? It doesn't feel like he should, and yet there it is, coupled with Sizhui trying to press closer in an attempt to reach Itto's lips. “You would choose me to fill such an important role?”
"Why not? I'm not stupid to call this tryst love or anything other than what it is, lust." His words almost sound as if this would be a one night stand which previously everything was pointing towards something else, at least that is until he turns into that hands on his own and licks Sizhui's palm before letting his cheek rub against it.
"That's not to say it can't become love one day. If that's what you want my little cultivator." He leaves a kiss to that palm and just as if the tension between them wasn't electrifying enough, Itto manages to pull back and get off the couch entirely.
He stands there, cock still very erect but not touching Sizhui anymore. His eyes are still blown out and he's panting a little but he's managed to show some self control. "I like the fire in your eyes, you're smart too which seems to be a rarity these days as well. So if you want to spend your time with me than follow me somewhere better. I can promise you many things if you do...and if you don't you are free to go. I'll not hold you prisoner here." There is a look of hope in those crimson eyes for just a moment before he heads off into another room, thinking Sizhui will follow.
Lust. Yes, that's exactly what all this is, but it's the first time Sizhui's felt such a sensation with someone he hardly knows, with someone he's supposed to be hunting. The lick over his palm has him swallowing thickly, his eyes darting from it to Itto's face and then back again, the tip of his tongue darting out to wet his lips. Mixed signals here, there's no denying that, and Sizhui's aware it could be a trick, yet he can't stop considering it.
If it's what he wants, huh? “I would want to get to know you better, to learn who you actually are, rather than listening to all these rumors.” Would Itto be truthful with him? Could he do the same in return without omitting details? (Always remember: Lan clan members aren't supposed to lie, either.) He breathes a slow, measured sigh, draws his hand in, reaches with the opposite one and drifts his fingertips over the spot where Itto had kissed his palm, attention lifting while he's moving upright.
For a brief second, their eyes meet, he holds Itto's gaze for as long as he's allowed before the oni turns away, leaving him intently watching his retreating backside. ‘I'll not hold you prisoner here,’ he says. This means Sizhui could get up, regather himself then walk straight out the door he came through, head back into town and consider a new plan of how to go about handling this situation. Instead, he's thinking of the small spark he'd seen, the slight hope that he would choose otherwise, and he lets it seal his fate: he'll stay because maybe it isn't helping in the same sense, but it's helping someone, a possible individual who needs it more.
Sizhui briskly shakes his head, braces himself on his elbows, rolls up onto his palms and pushes himself forward and upright all in one go, making a beeline toward the room he'd seen Itto disappear into.
Itto heads to his bedroom, taking a moment to himself to regain his composure about everything. He really came so close to having his first time with anyone and he stopped it all cause he felt a certain way doing it with someone he didn't know.Sizhui was clearly more experienced and the man was stunning in his own way. Itto couldn't deny the way his body still seemed to tingle from touching Sizhui. Meanwhile, he was pathetic and had figured Sizhui would up and leave. No one sent to kill him would want to stay here if given the choice. Sure the place was nice, he kept it as clean as he could and opulent even past his own tastes but he was still and oni and no matter what Itto did or how eloquent he could be he would always come off as just a monster to the humans.
He hears Sizhui's footsteps approach before he sees him and Itto turns towards the door, a bit of confusion on his face. Sizhui really wants to stay here? With him? This man was either crazy or had some kind of ulterior motive and whatever it was, Itto would find out.
Before Sizhui could step through the door, Itto fixed his expression and headed to his bed to lounge on it as if he'd been there the whole time just waiting for him. "You've made your choice then? Or have you come to try to slay me again?"
The entire way, his rational-sided mind is trying to convince him to turn around, screaming at him about how this is a terrible idea! and you don't really want that, right? but Sizhui continues onward, drawn in by the fascination that Itto hasn't attempted ripping him limb-from-limb. Examining the rest of the home while he's going helps too; the house is neatly kept and beautifully decorated, far more luxurious than Sizhui's experienced, even to Jin's standards. Residing in such a nice, lavish place would be different for some time, though he thinks he could possibly get used to it. (However, he's also quite sure he can convince Itto to let him leave every now and then, taking into account there will always be things they need outside.)
He slows his pace a bit as he nears the door, heartbeat going a million miles a minute, it's almost maddening how loudly it pulsates in his ears. Both his hands raise, cup over them and gently press, like pressure elsewhere will alleviate the current problem (and it does by adding another sensation to concentrate on, but well). The left hand drops back against his side, his right fingertips lingering near that ever-present white ribbon, stroking it idly. Who will know? Nobody has to know, as long as you don't say anything. He huffs a sigh, straightens and moves around the doorframe, immediately greeted by the sight of Itto lounging in his bed.
Which is a rather pleasant sight, Sizhui must admit. His throat audibly clicks with the effort it takes to swallow, he moves further into the room then finally lowers his other hand, reaching into the opposite sleeve and removing the bag that resides there. It gets dropped onto the floor, the best sign of good faith he can offer because, “That pouch holds all my other weapons,” and it's clear his sword was abandoned somewhere in the room they'd been in before. “If it makes my choice any plainer.” And if not, the way his hands move toward his midsection and begin undoing the belt holding most of his robes together should speak volumes.
It takes a lot to school his expression and not show off what he's really feeling. Itto on his outward appearance just watches, a glint of something in his eyes as Sizhui drops the bag and starts to undress. He leans forward in the bed for a better view but doesn't move outside of that. Crimson eyes drinking up every inch of skin that's slowly revealed to him like a present unwrapping itself.
Of course inwardly he's freaking out. He talked a big game and has no idea what he's doing, not that he can't figure it out. He's read books so it's just a matter of putting what he learned to use and hopefully being good enough to keep the man before him longer. Sizhui's like some heavenly being before him, skin so pale and untouched with nary a scratch on him. He's like a blank canvas and something in Itto growls at the idea of getting to paint a picture on that skin.
The growl leaves his throat and he tries to play it off by making himself move and tossing his own clothes off and onto the floor until it's just his pants on. He keeps his gaze on Sizhui as he gets off the bed and walks over to him. He grabs Sizhui's wrist to pause his motions before going on his own knees before him. "Let me unwrap you." His tone is heavy and with just his pants on it's so obvious about his erection. Still he gets to his knees and grabs Sizhui's thinner waist and pulls him close, kissing at the exposed stomach that's now eyelevel to him. "You surprised me. I really thought you'd leave."
And it truly is like Sizhui's unwrapping a gift, slowly but surely removing his first layer, the second one, then his boots follow those shortly thereafter, leaving him in only an oversized black undershirt with matching pants. At that point, he hesitates, briefly lingering near the ties holding the shirt together, his lips pressed tight; it's his last line of defense against whatever comes next and, despite the warring going on inside him, something feels oddly right about this moment.
Apprehension from his own inexperience flares not long after he finally undoes the laces, slightly trembling hands dipping past the fabric on each side so he can peel away and strip that off too, letting it join the growing pile at his feet. Besides the few scars here or there on his back, the cultivator is mostly unmarred, upper-body toned because of all his training, yet he also somehow still looks soft in all the right places. What's impossible to tell at the moment is if his lower-half is properly matching, even if it's safe to assume, but those remaining pants do wonders for the imagination.
Sizhui swallows thickly, gaze unwavering from Itto as the other male moves toward him, intent clear in his eyes. Whatever it is Itto's got planned, he's unsure, and while he wants to question it, the grip on his wrist and the way he kneels before him does more than enough to distract him. Sure, he technically only has his pants left, that doesn't stop Sizhui's opposite arm from withdrawing, the hand tucking behind his back in exchange for letting Itto finish undressing him. “Oh...o-okay.” Meanwhile, his attention is shamelessly on Itto's cock straining inside his pants, up until those hands cinch his waist and tug him in, earning a quiet, somewhat surprised-sounding gasp that's emphasized by how he shivers when Itto kisses his belly. “I considered it, admittedly, but you,” a pause, he clears his throat then continues in a more hushed tone, “You've intrigued me, I want to know you better.”
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houseofsushi2020-05-22 10:34 pm
some kinda jamjar demonic cultivation au
This will prove far more difficult than other missions he's accepted, but certainly not for the usual reasons that night-hunts are arduous.
Sizhui's arrival is mostly kept secretive (to the point he's exchanged his all-white outfit for plain, common-looking robes), this way he can work and there's less chance that the creature will catch on to the fact it's being hunted, even if Sizhui's still got his doubts about the whole thing. That isn't his place, however, so he tamps down any uncertainty then begins his project.
It takes three whole days for him to finally come up with something; the location of the demon's lair. Goodness, what more could he ask for at that point? Being handed this golden opportunity, it almost seems too good to be true, but it's the best lead he's had since he got here. (Therein lies a new problem though: how does he get there without anyone noticing?) He could, of course, cobble together an invisibility array, something that'd cover him just long enough to sneak up and catch the monster off-guard—
No, he thinks, there could be another way, right? A few long moments of contemplation and some minutes later, he's set out on horseback, galloping the two or so miles outside of town toward where the woman had marked on his map. ‘Careful you don't fall victim to trickery, young man.’ She'd warned, leaving him clutching his evidence like a lifeline, impulsiveness irresistible, despite the ominous words.
Which isn't at all what he's thinking about the moment he rides up to the house, eyes widened in surprise, but it's instantly cut short by rising anxiety. Don't be fooled, Sizhui reminds, taking a slow, deliberate breath that he exhales in a huff, hoping he's steeled himself enough to face whatever (or whoever) awaits him just beyond a quick stride across the yard and a door.
He draws ever closer, fingers clenched around his sword's sheath, the opposite hand at his side twitching nervously, completely prepared to draw his weapon if the need arises. Once he's only an odd amount of feet away, the cultivator stops, squares his shoulders and calls out, “Is anyone there? If so, present yourself.”
Ittos got a brain, watch out~
Of course as a demon whose amassed much he's also found those who are worthy of working for him. He knows an empire of one will never last, his gang always warns him of those coming close. One such member was the kind old woman said cultivator approaching had spoken to. She had taken Itto in as a child when his parents were murdered before him and he had shown that kindness by always protecting her. She had already warned him of the man arriving but she had told Itto more of him, how beautiful his new prey was.
Interesting. When he felt the approach of this "beautiful man" he went to hide, staying in the shadows of his home to get a better view of this stranger. It was of course hard to hide his size but he knew all the best spots, he built this home afterall.
Careful to make his steps silent he trailed behind as the man explored his home. Beautiful didn't do him justice. This man looked so fragile and delicate and yet walked with such determination and grace. Like a kami descended from the heavens. He was stunning. Itto wanted to play with this one for sure.
"Is this how you greet all lords? You just barge into another's home?" His voice was deeper than he normally held it, appearing behind the smaller man from the shadows. His own body nearly towering over him. "Did you come to slay the dreaded beast, little cultivator?"
all brains *and* brawn, what a mix!
He also should've been aware that approaching without at least setting a trap or two wasn't the wisest decision, but can he really be blamed if he wants to try something less aggressive first? He'd not drawn his weapon, he was staying in one place, and while it means he's quite easily crept up on, it also means he's shown some clear vulnerability here, which he hopes worked in his favor rather than against him.
Though his heart palpitates so hard, he can taste it, Sizhui's making no actual motion the moment he senses another's presence behind him, holding steady despite the urge to abruptly turn with sword brandished. Sizhui does take a slow, measured breath that he sighs right back out, his fingers cinching ever-tighter as he says first, “It depends, my lord,” and then his posture softens significantly, the fidgety hand at his side going motionless before tucking neatly behind himself, resting at the small of his back. “Do you need to be slayed?”
Or can they handle this differently, perhaps without violence? (Which, hey, he's hoping the whole ‘my lord’ thing and hand-behind-the-back gesture sort of add to his courteousness here!)
Re: and sizhui acting all sweet and Koi, how lovely
"You humans would think so. I've never tasted human flesh yet there are countless stories of me eating them. I wonder what other lies are told of me. Am I hideous and feared too I wonder?" Itto chuckles a bit as he takes that small hand and leans down to kiss it. His fangs pressing against the skin.
He stays behind the other, not yet revealing his face but also not letting go of him.
"Are you planning to seduce me little one? You're beautiful enough for it. I wonder what these simple threads are hiding." He leans in then, breath hot against Sizhuis neck as he pulls him tight against his bigger frame. "I might let you have a look, if you tell me what you plan to do here, maybe even tell me one of those lovely rumors about myself."
clearly has to go the polite route first but w e l p
“Their bodies were never recovered, so what did you assume people might say about you?” It's not often victims emerged alive, after all, and with no remains to be found anywhere, of course individuals would assume the worst and spread fear throughout the town. “And I've heard both; some say you are hideous, whereas others say not so much, yet they all agree on one thing: you are feared.” Not by everyone, evidently, himself included. (Sure, he's anxious, but that's a different feeling altogether right now.) They're having a somewhat polite conversation, subject aside, and he thinks maybe the circumstances could be different—
Right up until Itto's hand actually takes hold of his and the oni leans down to kiss him. Both that and the scrape of fangs surprise him, it's the former making Sizhui's fingers twitch, his breath hitching at such an intimate gesture while he shifts the arm in an attempt to bring it to his side, finally accepting the latter could prove threatening.
His heartbeat skips a second time when the man's warm breath falls across his neck, brow furrowing with consternation as he's tugged against Itto's body, prompting him to shift his free arm, the still-sheathed sword tucking in-between them, not exactly a threat but definitely an impediment if Itto tries moving even closer. “Seduce you? Is that what you're expecting?” To think, Itto's looking forward to something like that from someone like him, of all people? How presumptuous of him, it almost makes Sizhui want to laugh. (‘Almost’ being the keyword here.) “They say... you have murdered almost everyone who has come to your door.”
Re: welp indeed.
"Do you fear me cultivator?" He leans in once more, body pressed tightly against him. Even with fabric separating them it's not hiding much to the imagination.
"The others have all been men who thought they would gain fame and fortune in killing a beast. I wonder if you are as selfish as then or if you will prove different. It would be a shame to waste such a beautiful body." With a sigh Itto let's go of him and steps back, turning fully to go to a nearby couch and lounging on it, clothed body fully on display as he flicks on a few candles to light the room.
"You may look at me, cultivator. Pray, tell me your name. I know you know my own already. I think it's only fair I know yours." He lounges as if he had nothing to fear, an arm draped over the back of rhe couch and one leg dangling while the other was pulled up and bent. With his bare chest out and low hanging pants the position was clearly showing off the muscles and markings all over him. His long white hair was even pulled up in a ponytail to expose more of his neck.
nyehehe
“It is not the word I would use.” ‘Afraid’ means succumbing to said fear and, while he's nervous, he has steeled himself in the face of fear in preparation for whatever happens during their confrontation. (Idly, his mind wanders, noting Itto's body pressed against his own, the strength in his frame and how he could very well destroy him if he'd made even the smallest misstep—) And still, he isn't backing down, regardless of the bizarre shiver that zippers up his spine. “Anything I do is never for fame, it's to protect those who feel like they are being harmed.”
Once he's released, Sizhui breathes an audible sigh of relief, his posture slackening again as he spares a fleeting glance around them, lingering on the candles initially, but letting his gaze flicker to Itto after he's given the go-ahead. What he sees isn't a monster at all; Itto looks almost more human-like, aside from his horns, fangs, his height and the multitude of markings littering his body. He tilts his head, considering, eyes momentarily half-lidded when he gives another full once-over, then he's wide-eyed and alert only seconds later.
He lifts both arms, circles them in front of himself and politely bows, both hands clasped around his weapon. “Lan Sizhui, of the Gusu Lan Sect.” Then he's straightening upright, sword arm back at his side, the other hand curled into a fist resting across his middle, long sleeve curtained pristinely over his frontside. “Though I am curious why you would like to know my name when it seems you've already decided the outcome of this situation.”
Re: nyehehe
"Lan Sizhui, just your name alone has my heart beating. What a man you are." He smirks as he taps at his raised leg for sizhui to come towards him, preferably and hopefully on his knees.
"Oh I have plans for you little one. I hope you don't have family, I will not be letting you leave to see them anytime soon. Not to worry, you'll be treated as a guest so long as you treat me kindly in return. Now come closer, I wish to gaze upon you more."
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He shouldn't, he knows he shouldn't, but he's shuffling nearer anyhow, watching intently, ready to make a fight or flight decision, whichever proves necessary in this moment. Although he doesn't kneel, Sizhui does stop within arms reach, head tipped sideways. “Do you now? I'm sorry to inform you, I do have family, people who would miss me terribly if I didn't return home at some point.” But. But. “Would my staying help in any way?” Because he could remain as long as possible if it meant Itto wouldn't be murdering people anymore.
The cultivator hesitates, takes a deep, steeling breath then bridges what little distance he'd left between them, both arms at his sides, hands clenched, his left never letting his sword go despite his obliging Itto's request. “Is this better?” If he gets any closer, he might as well be climbing into Itto's lap at that point.
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"You're perfect Sizhui. I think with you here I will be far too distracted to do anything but be beside you." Itto moves then to sit up straight, his hands going to grab that small waist once more.
"Fully clothed and yet your body is practically obscene to me. Such a small waist meant to be grabbed and held, such slender pale skin begging to be bruised and marked. Tell me Sizhui, do you find me attractive?" Its a speech from a man who knows how handsome he is. The question is rhetorical but if he can get Sizhui hot and bothered he can possibly move the process of making him his quicker.
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Sizhui's throat works with some effort, his gaze shyly lowers to Itto's hands then he lets his eyes sink fully shut. Never in his whole twenty-four years of living has he contemplated using his body for an entirely different exchange that's not fighting; the idea alone makes Sizhui flush harder, nevermind the obscene things Itto's actually saying aloud to him. “Perfect,” he repeats, slightly hesitant, a little hushed. High praise from a demon lord, he assumes, but isn't that part of what landed him in this situation? ‘Presumptuous,’ remember?
Ah, yes, of course he does.
“You . . . are not what I expected?” Which is to say he isn't ‘a monster’, yet Lans aren't supposed to lie, meaning he cannot withhold practical truths, either. He bites his cheek, peeks up from beneath his eyelashes and reaches with his free hand to gently clasp Itto's left wrist, the pad of his thumb tracing along his forearm. Does he have any experience with this? No, but he's gonna do the best he can. “Truthfully, you're quite handsome,” and still, that doesn't feel like enough, so. “Stunning, even.” Might as well put his earlier thoughts into words if he's going for it here.
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Once Sizhui is close enough Itto reaches for him with a speed he hasn't shown yet, grabbing him quickly and pulling him into his lap. He's a little rough, taking Sizhui' s hands and holding them tightly behind his back and away from him.
"Oh dear traveler, you don't have any weapons on you, do you? Should I search these clothes?" He's grinning as he speaks, crimson eyes almost seeming to be a blaze as his hold on Sizhui tightens. "Did you think I'd be so foolish as to let you come this close and not check your intent? Tsk,tsk. I have survived longer than many oni I know. There is a reason for that little one."
He leans in, adjusting sizhui to be straddling his lap, his lips close to Sizhuis neck. "It seems a waste not to taste you first though...shall I? Do I have your consent?"
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Sooner than anticipated, actually, given how fast Itto moves to grab him, an unexpected yelp slipping out before it can be stopped as he's tugged into the other man's lap. He tries squirming free, but considering their proximity and Itto's sudden hold on his arms, he's a little too late with planning an escape. It's not a gentle hold, either, which he wants to protest, even if he knows his strength could prove enough if he got some extra leverage.
“No,” Sizhui huffs, struggling lightly against Itto's grasp. “I don't have any other weapons.” For clarification there, though he technically does have those aforementioned talismans and a musical instrument. Despite his predicament, he doesn't protest Itto asking if he should check his robes, nor does he remark on if he thought he was foolish; it's as the oni said, if he was, he wouldn't have made it this far in life and Sizhui'd be dealing with another problem elsewhere. “Certainly not, as I figured it was safe to assume you aren't a mindless creature.” And so far, he's been proven right.
His breath hitches when Itto dips closer, both legs adjusting so he's got his knees on either side of his waist, eyes squeezed shut at the sensation of Itto's mouth coming near his neck. Taste? What does that mean? Frankly, why is he asking? is a better question. Most monsters don't do that, they simply take, and Sizhui's genuinely so astonished, his body trembles and his words stutter. “Y-Yes, only... only if you promise to stop terrorizing people.”
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"You know, I never truly harassed anyone. Sure I messed with those who came to my home but that was self defense. As for the others? Simply swindled out of power and money. Not my fault humans are so stupid and weak." His tongue licks at the exposed skin of Sizhui's neck then, tasting him as promised. It slides up that neck and then behind the mans ear, teasing him. He pulls back then and moves the both of them so that Sizhui is on his back and he's on top, cornering the smaller man between himself and the couch.
"Have you ever fucked a monster before, little cultivator?" Itto's not even going to bother hiding how turned on he is. His erection is pretty evident from the tenting in his pants. "I want to taste every inch of you."
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Should he ever encounter that woman again, he'll certainly be singing a different tune.
Part of playing along means listening to the oni speak, although what he says makes his brow furrow, his lips pinch and, had Itto not moved to lick his neck, he would have immediately remarked on the comment. As it happens, he clamps his teeth together, sucks a breath in then hisses it back out, his body trembling, goosebumps peppering the spit-slicked skin, the area around it and all down his neck and chest. “You—ah!—you... didn't? If that's the case, why—” yet he cuts off when Itto moves onward to his ear, an abrupt, somewhat higher-pitched noise slipping out unbiddenly. Only after taking a moment to catch his breath does he inquire, “Why are there so many rumors saying otherwise?” Which is all he can manage before Itto switches their positions, pinning the cultivator against the couch, effectively holding him in place with his larger frame.
Like this, it's clear he isn't disinterested, given how his own cock twitched at the licking, except he's still doing his absolute best at seeming unmoved. “I haven't,” he sighs roughly, squirming against the other man for emphasis, despite his not specifying that he hasn't fucked anyone, either. “Is that what you want, then? To taste me? To fuck me?” Usually, he'd avoid such coarse language, but if there's a chance it throws Itto off-guard, he has to at least try.
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"Oh I have killed before, but like I said it was self defense...and maybe a little revenge as well. People see me and quake in fear. An oni, a mindless raging creature of destruction meant to rape their wives and pillage their villages." He mocks the words he's heard so much, crimson eyes staring at Sizhui's lips. "I'm not wrong, you probably were told the same before you came before me and now look where you are."
Another grind of his clothed erection and his eyes close for a moment in pleasure before looking Sizhui right in the eye. "Yes I want to devour you, but know that I've never once tasted another cultivator, or human for that matter. You're going to be my first, my special little cultivator" With that he finally leans in and kisses Sizhui' tongue seeking entrance right away as his hand goes to cup Sizhui's chin a little hard to keep him in place. The kiss is messy, clearly inexperienced as he's said but eager nonetheless.
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He can't get distracted by that, however, taking into consideration what Itto says next. Of course he was told every single rumor upon his arrival, warned and chided, yet encouraged because fear certainly does things to people. ‘Mindless,’ he says in such a derisive tone, it's palpable. Is that what everyone truly believes Itto is? From what he's experienced, confused arousal aside, the man is smart, strong, quick and deft, and far more eloquent than he would've imagined some raging, murderous demon to be. The way Itto stares at his mouth, even now he seems like he's contemplating his next move without giving much away. Still, Sizhui asks, “What if someone proved them wrong?”
And that's all he manages before Itto pushes their hips together again, causing an airy little sigh to pass his lips afterward. He does plan to respond, to demand Itto tells him what he means with all this devouring business, except it's the ‘You're going to be my first’ remark that really throws him, lets Itto take advantage once he's dipped closer and capture his mouth. The surprised noise is muffled though there nonetheless, passing between them as Itto's tongue delves into his mouth, even if it peters-out into a quiet groan after their tongues meet. He's red-faced and burning, so hot in a way he's never felt, it's instinctive to kiss back, but the way he attempts wrenching his arms free whenever Itto grasps his chin is absolutely a retaliative combat maneuver.
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The kiss seems to get a little less sloppy as it goes, tongue seeking entrance to entangle with Sizhui's. Soft moans leaving Itto as everything else starts to become less and less important. He wants this, to feel another against him. This is affection, while it wasn't earned it's still affection and he's becoming addicted to it. Eventually he pulls back, eyes darkened in lust, lips only a paper thin space from Sizhui's own and panting a little. "Why would you...want to prove them wrong? If they think I'm friendly they will only bother me.....and then I won't have time for us."
There is a cocky tone to how he speaks, pulling back just enough to see if Sizhui will follow with his own lips and want more. "You don't want to share me with others do you?" Trying to play cute he feigns innocence and looks into Sizhui's eyes with his own big round ones. The hand that was cupping Sizhui's chin moving up to his cheek and caressing him tenderly. "I said you'd be my special little cultivator, that means you'll be my one and only."
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Half-lidded eyes blink once, twice, forcing their way open slightly wider on the second motion so he can watch Itto's expression for a moment. It seems as if he's sincerely enjoying the liplock, coaxing the cultivator deeper with his tongue and Sizhui's all too happy to oblige, against his better judgment. There's a breathless gasp when they come apart, the faint trail of spit, heavier panting following that, then Sizhui's eyes are wider, his forehead creased in confusion. Time for us? What does he mean? He's unsure, but what he does know is he doesn't want Itto to pull away anymore.
He slackens, lowers an arm from Itto's chest and lets the man touch his face, astonishment overtaking his features at how gently he caresses him, the way he entices with sweet, honey-tongue words— and Sizhui sinks into the role of wooed partner so easily. His throat works with some effort around the lump there, he reaches with his other hand to hook Itto's wrist, keeping that hand against his face as he locks eyes with the oni. “No,” he strains at first, softly clearing his throat before attempting again, “No, I don't want that. To share you.” How does he have the right to say that? It doesn't feel like he should, and yet there it is, coupled with Sizhui trying to press closer in an attempt to reach Itto's lips. “You would choose me to fill such an important role?”
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"That's not to say it can't become love one day. If that's what you want my little cultivator." He leaves a kiss to that palm and just as if the tension between them wasn't electrifying enough, Itto manages to pull back and get off the couch entirely.
He stands there, cock still very erect but not touching Sizhui anymore. His eyes are still blown out and he's panting a little but he's managed to show some self control. "I like the fire in your eyes, you're smart too which seems to be a rarity these days as well. So if you want to spend your time with me than follow me somewhere better. I can promise you many things if you do...and if you don't you are free to go. I'll not hold you prisoner here." There is a look of hope in those crimson eyes for just a moment before he heads off into another room, thinking Sizhui will follow.
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If it's what he wants, huh? “I would want to get to know you better, to learn who you actually are, rather than listening to all these rumors.” Would Itto be truthful with him? Could he do the same in return without omitting details? (Always remember: Lan clan members aren't supposed to lie, either.) He breathes a slow, measured sigh, draws his hand in, reaches with the opposite one and drifts his fingertips over the spot where Itto had kissed his palm, attention lifting while he's moving upright.
For a brief second, their eyes meet, he holds Itto's gaze for as long as he's allowed before the oni turns away, leaving him intently watching his retreating backside. ‘I'll not hold you prisoner here,’ he says. This means Sizhui could get up, regather himself then walk straight out the door he came through, head back into town and consider a new plan of how to go about handling this situation. Instead, he's thinking of the small spark he'd seen, the slight hope that he would choose otherwise, and he lets it seal his fate: he'll stay because maybe it isn't helping in the same sense, but it's helping someone, a possible individual who needs it more.
Sizhui briskly shakes his head, braces himself on his elbows, rolls up onto his palms and pushes himself forward and upright all in one go, making a beeline toward the room he'd seen Itto disappear into.
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He hears Sizhui's footsteps approach before he sees him and Itto turns towards the door, a bit of confusion on his face. Sizhui really wants to stay here? With him? This man was either crazy or had some kind of ulterior motive and whatever it was, Itto would find out.
Before Sizhui could step through the door, Itto fixed his expression and headed to his bed to lounge on it as if he'd been there the whole time just waiting for him. "You've made your choice then? Or have you come to try to slay me again?"
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He slows his pace a bit as he nears the door, heartbeat going a million miles a minute, it's almost maddening how loudly it pulsates in his ears. Both his hands raise, cup over them and gently press, like pressure elsewhere will alleviate the current problem (and it does by adding another sensation to concentrate on, but well). The left hand drops back against his side, his right fingertips lingering near that ever-present white ribbon, stroking it idly. Who will know? Nobody has to know, as long as you don't say anything. He huffs a sigh, straightens and moves around the doorframe, immediately greeted by the sight of Itto lounging in his bed.
Which is a rather pleasant sight, Sizhui must admit. His throat audibly clicks with the effort it takes to swallow, he moves further into the room then finally lowers his other hand, reaching into the opposite sleeve and removing the bag that resides there. It gets dropped onto the floor, the best sign of good faith he can offer because, “That pouch holds all my other weapons,” and it's clear his sword was abandoned somewhere in the room they'd been in before. “If it makes my choice any plainer.” And if not, the way his hands move toward his midsection and begin undoing the belt holding most of his robes together should speak volumes.
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Of course inwardly he's freaking out. He talked a big game and has no idea what he's doing, not that he can't figure it out. He's read books so it's just a matter of putting what he learned to use and hopefully being good enough to keep the man before him longer. Sizhui's like some heavenly being before him, skin so pale and untouched with nary a scratch on him. He's like a blank canvas and something in Itto growls at the idea of getting to paint a picture on that skin.
The growl leaves his throat and he tries to play it off by making himself move and tossing his own clothes off and onto the floor until it's just his pants on. He keeps his gaze on Sizhui as he gets off the bed and walks over to him. He grabs Sizhui's wrist to pause his motions before going on his own knees before him. "Let me unwrap you." His tone is heavy and with just his pants on it's so obvious about his erection. Still he gets to his knees and grabs Sizhui's thinner waist and pulls him close, kissing at the exposed stomach that's now eyelevel to him. "You surprised me. I really thought you'd leave."
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Apprehension from his own inexperience flares not long after he finally undoes the laces, slightly trembling hands dipping past the fabric on each side so he can peel away and strip that off too, letting it join the growing pile at his feet. Besides the few scars here or there on his back, the cultivator is mostly unmarred, upper-body toned because of all his training, yet he also somehow still looks soft in all the right places. What's impossible to tell at the moment is if his lower-half is properly matching, even if it's safe to assume, but those remaining pants do wonders for the imagination.
Sizhui swallows thickly, gaze unwavering from Itto as the other male moves toward him, intent clear in his eyes. Whatever it is Itto's got planned, he's unsure, and while he wants to question it, the grip on his wrist and the way he kneels before him does more than enough to distract him. Sure, he technically only has his pants left, that doesn't stop Sizhui's opposite arm from withdrawing, the hand tucking behind his back in exchange for letting Itto finish undressing him. “Oh...o-okay.” Meanwhile, his attention is shamelessly on Itto's cock straining inside his pants, up until those hands cinch his waist and tug him in, earning a quiet, somewhat surprised-sounding gasp that's emphasized by how he shivers when Itto kisses his belly. “I considered it, admittedly, but you,” a pause, he clears his throat then continues in a more hushed tone, “You've intrigued me, I want to know you better.”
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