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It is said that the skies and horizons inside of domains are fake. Caricatures, illusions to make them appear larger and far more vast than they actually are. That the stars and the moon that can be seen when standing within one is merely an imitation of the true starry sky. However Kazuha would ask those who claim that this: Are domains not miniature worlds of their own? On what basis, by what right, do mortals have to claim that they are any less? For the moon he gazes up at between sakura blooms is just as beautiful as the one hanging above Teyvat. If anything, he would argue that it is more so. Although Kazuha will admit he might be somewhat biased on that front. For he knows the hands that had carved it and breathed life into the endless ocean that lays past the balcony he’s leaning against.
“What are you doing over there?” From behind him a voice calls out, low and sultry. A whisper of a promise tinged with lightning. But a promise of what exactly Kazuha cannot yet say.
Despite this he cannot resist its call. Eyes a deep blue, like the ocean beneath the moon, glitter under candlelight. Pupils slit into thin points track each subtle movement that the samurai makes as he turns. An ear flicks while a tail sways lazily behind its owner. The god that had forged this domain sits content against the tatami mat. His fingers mindlessly twirling the gourd resting in his lap. While the golden bell adorning his neck glistens with the flicker of the flames. Kunikuzushi is beautiful in a way no words can adequately describe. Yet his divine grace somehow manages to become even more profound under the light of the night sky. There is something about it that causes his posture to change. A comfortable confidence settles over him that is absent during the day.
“Watching the moon.” Kazuha leans back against the railing. He bends his neck back to set his sights skyward. Observing how the stars flicker beside the protection of the moon. “It’s a beautiful night, perfect for a bit of poetry. Don’t you think?”
“Yeah, whatever.” He can practically feel the roll of Kunikuzushi’s eyes and the fond smile adorning his lips. He is no stranger to the samurai’s poetic whims. On the contrary he often finds himself the target of it. “Come here already.”
As if Kazuha would ever refuse an invitation from his god. He steps out of the moon’s shine and into the tiger’s den. When he sits across from Kunikuzushi the deity pops open the gourd. A pleasant aroma wafts through the air as Kunikuzushi pours each of them a cup. Kazuha lifts up his cup to his lips but doesn’t take a sip yet. Instead he takes a moment to savor the sake’s sweet scent before partaking in the drink.
“Oh, that’s good.” Kunikuzushi on the other hand doesn’t waste any time lapping up the sake. His feline ears perk up and his tail curls around his own waist in satisfaction.
“I’m glad you like it.” Kazuha smiles around the rim of his own cup. He takes a generous, slow sip. Savoring the taste of the alcohol before it slides down his throat. “Though I don’t imagine pirates have a very refined palate.”
“Ugh don’t get me started.” Kunikuzushi leans his head back in frustration at the memories the comment brings forth. “That bastard Domeki kept giving me the most disgusting crap. Kept calling it an acquired taste and all that bullshit.” The deity lowers his head back down, catching his samurai’s eye with a proud grin tugging at his lips. “He finally got the hint when I busted one of his sails.”
Kazuha merely shook his head, not at all surprised to learn of this. He takes another slow sip of the sake as an excuse to delay his response. Kazuha’s eyes flit to a flash of movement in the corner of his vision. Kunikuzushi stretches his legs out, crossing one of his ankles over the other. They’re both dressed lightly, in nothing more than kimonos and shorts on account of the late hour. Which means the milky skin of Kunikuzushi’s legs are left on full display for him to admire. His gaze trails up starting at the tips of his painted nails. The fingers that Kazuha isn't using to cradle his cup twitch, tempted to reach out and run them up the length of Kunikuzushi’s unblemished legs.
Then those alluring legs bend ever so slightly in a way that causes his kimono to ride up, exposing more skin. When Kazuha dares to look up he finds the deity staring him down with a knowing smirk and a challenge dancing behind his irises. There’s a wordless dare in the way Kunikuzushi tilts his head to emphasize the column of his neck. The red string wrapped tight around it is inviting Kazuha to hook his fingers underneath it and pull.
This is a game they’ve begun to play as of late. One filled with fleeting touches and teasing grins. Baiting the other to reach out and take. It usually ends with one of them leaning over to capture the other’s lips with their own, never going farther than that. However this game has always been played in the evening hours where anyone passing by could easily witness. Never under the cover of dark or in the privacy of the deity’s domain. Kazuha swipes his tongue across the back of his teeth. The spark of a flint brushing against the tinder inside of him.
“And how often did you vent your frustration by breaking his ship?” Kazuha leans back, schooling his expression to remain relaxed. One side of his kimono slips loose from his shoulder. Not falling off completely but moving enough to further open up the v-cut exposing a section of his chest.
“You say that like I throw a tantrum every time I don’t get what I want.” Kunikuzushi’s eyes flicker down. A fang pokes out of his mouth, catching against his bottom lip. His tail thumps against the tatami mats. “Three times.”
“Only three?” Kazuha reaches out for the gourd resting between them. The way he bends his torso forward causes his loosened kimono to slip down to his elbow. When he rests back with a freshly filled cup he doesn’t bother to fix it.
“First time was when he and his crew tried to lay claim to my island.” Kunikuzushi’s words come out low. A heady rumble within his tone that pleasantly tickles the samurai’s ears. “Third was when he told me he was thinking about getting Hibiki a dog.”
Surprised laughter spills out of Kazuha at the admission. Their game is temporarily forgotten in light of this new information. He nearly drops his cup in his outburst. Thankfully he is able to catch himself before he can make a mess. The cup is safely placed on the ground until he can tame his amusement.
“I should have known that the god of cats hates dogs.” Kazuha makes a mental note to never introduce his dog eared friend to the deity. Least Gorou ends up becoming an unfortunate victim of his thunderous fury.
“I thought I did.” Kunikuzushi’s smile shifts into something less teasing and more relaxed, contaminated by his lover’s mirth. However that mischievous glimmer never leaves his eyes. “But then I met you.”
There’s a playful lilt in the way his ears bend. A new, less sensual, challenge lighting up. Daring the other to object to the comparison. Kazuha hums in mock contemplation, pretending to appraise his words and consider an appropriate response. Then once he feels enough time has passed he meets Kunikuzushi’s expectant gaze head on.
“Woof.”
Kunikuzushi’s whole body trembles with the motion of his laughter. His bell jingles alongside the shake of his shoulders. Kazuha’s chest warms at seeing his lover’s unfiltered amusement. There’s an extra degree of satisfaction that comes with knowing that he had made it spring forth.
When the deity settles back down they talk of whatever topic comes to mind. As the alcohol gradually lowers their inhabitions their wondering gazes become less subtle and more shameless. Yet neither is willing to be the first one to make a move. Staying firmly planted in their chosen spots, only moving to try and bait the other. Kazuha nearly breaks when Kunikzushi lets a trail of sake drip from his lips. His breath becomes hot as he watches it flow down his neck. A tongue slips out to catch what it can while smouldering eyes are locked onto him. Kazuha has to bite down on his own tongue to keep from running it across his lips. The samurai leans back until he’s laying flat across the tatami mats. A barely audible tsk reaches his ears when he gets settled.
Kazuha closes his eyes and evens out his breathing. The eyes burning into him do little to persuade him into moving. It doesn’t take long for the shift of fabric and the chime of a bell to signal his victory alongside the deity’s approach. A hand comes to rest against his cheek, the warmth of it burning his skin. Even so Kazuha remains perfectly still. Curiosity holds him back from reaching out and pulling Kunikuzushi down with him.
A thumb traces the outline of Kazuha’s lips. The touch is soon followed by the tickle of hair and a puff of breath against his skin. The samurai’s heart beats hard against his ribs while his toes curl into the tatami mat. All he would have to do is lean up ever so slightly to close the distance between them. Yet Kazuha stubbornly remains still. He wants Kunikuzushi to be the one to initiate. He wants the deity to melt into him, he wants-
His lover’s warmth backs away, replaced by the kiss of the night air. Disappointment brews inside of Kazuha. He’s about to put an end to his feign sleep when shuffling makes him hesitate. A weight folds over Kazuha’s waist. His nails dig into the floor when a hand is placed flat against his chest. It slowly moves down, leaving behind a trail of fire against his skin as it splits open his kimono. Pausing only once it reaches the waistband of his shorts. Fingers dance across Kazuha’s body, tracing the dozens of scars he has acquired over the years. They linger on the one nestled perfectly between his breasts. Massaging the area around it as if trying to whisk away any lingering pain.
“Kazuha.” The husky rasp with which Kunikuzushi calls his name is a siren’s song. When he leans his hips back to press against the tent beginning to form in the samurai’s pants this sailor’s fate is sealed. “You’re not fooling anyone.”
Kazuha finally opens his eyes to admire the deity above him. At some point the candles spread across the room had flickered out. Yet the moon provides ample light for him to make out Kunikuzushi’s flushed cheeks. His dark hair glimmers like the night sky while his eyes reflect the endless sea. No matter how many times Kazuha gazes upon this divine being he still finds his breath being whisked away.
“The moon would become red with envy if she were to look at you.” Kazuha rests his hands against the deity’s thighs. Finding satisfaction in how they mold under the pressure of his fingers.
“You’re so corny.” Kunikuzushi turns his head away, feline ears flicking atop his head. The red adorning his face darkens and his nails press hard into the samurai’s ribs.
Kazuha bends up into a sitting position while making sure to keep the deity settled comfortably in his lap. He places a chaste kiss against Kunikuzushi’s cheek. Afterwards adjusting to plant a second just beneath his eye. Above his eyelids, across his forehead, down the slope of his nose. Kazuha marks any spot that his lips can reach with his devotion. Pointedly avoiding Kunikuzushi’s lips as he does so. At the same time he drags his fingers up the deity’s thighs beneath his kimono. He means to pause once he finds the hem of his shorts yet instead only feels bare skin all the way up to his waist.
“Under the moon’s watch, awaiting my lover’s call…” Kazuha pauses to nip at his lover’s ear lobe. His teeth gently toying with the soft skin before he leans up to whisper directly into his ear. “A divine in heat.”
Kunikuzushi shudders against him, nails digging into the samurai’s skin. He squirms against Kazuha until he gets the hint and leans back enough to meet his lover’s gaze. Kunikuzushi’s feline ears are tilted back, his tail swishing behind him. The blush covering his face has stretched down his neck.
“Are you seriously composing haikus right now?” Kunikuzushi narrows his eyes dangerously. Anyone else might have mistaken his expression for genuine anger. The samurai knows it’s just a front to hide his embarrassment.
“I can’t control when inspiration strikes.” Kazuha runs his hands up and down the deity’s thighs. Kunikuzushi bumps their noses together, nuzzling against him in a rather cat-like manner. Kazuha doesn’t hesitate to return the gesture. “And you make for such a wonderful muse.”
Kunikuzushi lets out a gruff sigh, trying and failing to disguise his gratification as exasperation. He moves his arms up to cup the samurai’s face. Kazuha leans into his touch, gazing up at his lover through hooded eyes. Beneath the moonlight they become transfixed. The gentle lap of the distant waves and the rapid beating of their hearts fill the air. The cold is absent in the face of ther bodies held against each other’s and the fire being stoked within Kazuha. It hungers for more. More touches, more skin against skin, more of that addicting heat pressing into his body. Yet Kazuha forces himself to remain still, waiting for permission to take things further.
Pressure is wound against one of Kazuha’s legs, just above his knee. It takes him a moment to realize that it’s Kunikuzshi’s tail wrapping around him. The deity’s hands slide down the slope of his neck, resting against the scar marring his chest. When he finally leans down Kazuha sighs into the kiss. He pulls Kunikuzushi closer by the waist, pressing their bodies flush together. The soft material of Kunikuzushi’s kimono rubbing against his skin makes a groan rumble through Kazuha’s chest.
When Kunikuzushi pulls away he wordlessly nudges Kazuha’s shoulders, signaling for him to lay back down. The samurai is barely given enough time to start leaning back before teeth latch onto his neck. His kimono is hastily pulled the rest of the way off- not that it was covering much by that point anyways- and the point of fangs punctures his skin. When the sting pulls a groan out of Kazuha a warm tongue massages the abused spot. At the same time hands shamelessly rove across the samurai’s chest. Kunikuzushi experimentally presses the pads of his fingers into his refined muscles. Dragging his nails across the surface as he moves his lips to mark another spot.
Kazuha tilts his head back to give him better access. Heady breaths escape him as the deity lavishes his neck with rough affection. He should have figured that Kunikuzushi would not be a gentle lover, harshly biting and scratching at his skin to leave behind as many marks as he can. Yet Kazuha finds that he doesn’t hate it. Quite the opposite in fact. Every single touch stokes the flames burning within the samurai. Each prick sends sparks crackling down his spine that settles between his legs.
The only way this moment could be more perfect is if he could feel Kunikuzushi’s heated skin against his own instead of the thin fabric of his kimono. Kazuha greedily slips his hands beneath it, following the same path up his thighs that he had earlier. Only this time with a purpose. His hands come to settle against the curves of the deity’s ass. The tail that had been firmly curled around his leg loosens its hold, unfurling to stand straight up. While teeth tighten their grip when he sinks his fingers into plump flesh. Kazuha pulls Kunikuzushi’s hips down while simultaneously lifting his own.
“Such a good boy.” Kunikuzushi purrs against the samurai’s collar. He gives one last nip before pulling away to admire his handiwork. A faint flush has settled against the samurai’s skin, practically highlighting the teeth marks that now decorate his neck. He can clearly feel Kazuha’s arousal pressing against him through their clothes. “Getting all worked up from a little teasing.”
“How can I not when the god of beauty stands before me?” Kazuha gazes up at him with such reverence that it makes the deity shiver. The sheer intensity behind those eyes could only be rivaled by the crimson glow of the setting sun.
“You’re so stupid.” Kunikuzushi has to turn his head away for fear of being burned. His face certainly feels like it’s on fire right now. It’s so hard to keep his cool while Kazuha is looking at him like that.
“I thought I was a good boy?” Kazuha grinds his hips against the deity, pulling a breathless sigh out of both of them. His fingers brush against the base of Kunikuzushi’s tail and the deity’s back arches. “If I had my own tail it would wag only for kami-sama.”
Kunikuzushi groans and ducks his head beneath the samurai’s chin, tail flicking behind him. A strange mix between embarrassment and frustration overtaking him in that brief moment. The quite frankly adorable reaction makes laughter bubble out from Kazuha’s chest. He presses a kiss against the deity’s crown, right between his feline ears, in an attempt to appease him.
“You know what?” The question is muffled against the samurai’s throat. Kunikuzushi sits back up to glare straight at his cheeky lover. His lips split into a grin, his fangs dangerously glinting in the low light. “Since you want to use your mouth so much, let's put it to use.”
Eager anticipation snakes through his body as Kunikuzushi unties the sash holding his kimono in place. When it begins to slip down his shoulders Kazuha drinks in each inch of skin revealed like a man dying of thirst. While they are nowhere near as prominent as the samurai’s, Kunikuzushi’s body is made up of lean muscles. His pale skin wrapped in dark tattoo-like markings is flawless save for the surgical scars lining his pecs. Yet rather than take away from his beauty those marks of imperfection serve to accentuate it. Kazuha’s eyes trace a line down his smooth abdomen until they land on the deity’s folds.
He has hardly touched Kunikuzshi yet he’s already dripping wet. The samurai swallows while the deity crawls over him, bracketing his knees around Kazuha’s head. His senses have always been abnormally strong, strong enough to rival even his canine friend’s. And right now those heightened senses are honed in on Kunikuzushi’s arousal. His sweet, alluring scent, the small sigh he lets loose when he feels the samurai’s breath against him, how his fingers tremble as they find purchase among pale locks. It all makes Kazuha dizzy with want, more so than alcohol ever could.
Kazuha drags the flat of his tongue over his folds. Kunikuzushi’s back arches at the sensation of it. The samurai slowly works him open, taking his sweet time savoring the taste of his lover. Above him Kunikuzushi grows taut. His thighs instinctually closing around Kazuha’s head and his fingers digging into his scalp. His nerves are quickly forgotten as pleasure takes hold. The samurai tightens his hold on Kunikuzushi’s thighs and adjusts the angle of his head to reach higher. Kazuha wraps his lips around Kunikuzushi’s clit and sucks.
“Kazuha…” The way Kunikuzushi calls his name sends a wave of heat straight down his core. Kunikuzushi presses down while his hands tug the samurai’s head closer. “Yes, just like that.”
Kazuha moves back down to the deity’s dripping entrance. He pushes his tongue inside and the sound Kunikuzushi lets out is utterly sinful. He’s so warm and his insides greedily clench around the intrusion. It makes Kazuha’s dick throb beneath his boxers. An eager growl rumbles from deep within his throat. The vibrations of it make Kunikuzushi melt above him. The haughty and proud god is rendered completely pliant by the samurai’s honeyed mouth.
Kunikuzushi releases his hold on pale locks in favor of placing them taut against the floor to steady himself. It’s becoming increasingly difficult for him to stay upright. The tension winding inside him is making his knees weak and his body tremble. Were it not for Kazuha holding him up he might have collapsed. Kunikuzushi’s mind becomes mush, all coherent thoughts lost in the throes of pleasure as that frustratingly skilled tongue fucks him open. He’s so close and Kazuha knows it.
Just before he can reach his peak the samurai stops. Kazuha flips them both over so that Kunikuzushi’s back is to the floor and that he’s hovering over him. He sits upright to admire the mess he had made out of the god. Kunikuzushi is red all the way down to his shoulders. His indigo eyes which are always so fierce have been left in a half-lidded daze, both from his arousal and the sudden reposition. Kazuha reaches up to caress his cheek. Kunikuzushi leans into his touch, mouthing at the samurai’s rough palm.
“Getting all worked up from a little teasing?” Kazuha grins as those stormy eyes sharpen back into focus. He lets out a hiss when the point of fangs threaten to pierce into his skin.
“Don’t you dare use my own words against me.” Kunikuzushi’s feline ears flatten against his head, easily blending in with his hair. He grabs onto the samurai’s shoulders and tries to tug him back down. “Hurry up and finish what you started.”
Kazuha tilts his head in consideration. He has to fight back the urge to laugh as the deity continues to try, and fail, to pull him down. Nails dig into the samurai’s shoulders and a frustrated growl escapes Kunikuzushi. Kazuha places a hand flat against his chest, keeping him down as he finally leans down until his lips are centimeters away from Kunikuzushi.
“No, I don’t think I will.” Kazuha whispers sweetly, his breath tickling his lover’s lips. The deity’s dilated pupils sharpen into dangerous slits and his tail thumps against the tatami mat. He’s trying to be intimidating but Kazuha can only find it cute. “I want to take my time so I can properly worship you.”
Whatever complaint Kunikuzushi might have grumbled out is prematurely silenced with a kiss. This one far more needy and desperate than all the other’s they’ve shared. Kunikuzushi eagerly tastes himself against Kazuha’s tongue. He arches his body into the samurai, pressing their bare chests flush against each other. The deity grinds against Kazuha the best he can in an attempt to get himself off.
Kazuha pulls away from the sloppy kiss, a trail of saliva still connecting their lips. He repositions his legs so that they’re pinning down Kunikuzushi’s hips. A frustrated growl escapes the deity’s throat. Kazuha leans down and bites the blemished column of his neck. He sucks on that same spot hard enough to bruise. Fingers harshly dig into the samurai’s hair. The rough tugging manages to pull Kazuha’s ponytail free from its tie. His thick tresses tickle Kunikuzushi’s neck, especially when he moves to mark another spot.
Kazuha pulls back slightly to brush some of his stray bangs back. That brief pause gives him a moment to take note of the deity’s pink buds. So small and cute just like the rest of his lover. Kazuha leans back down and takes one into his mouth, massaging it with his tongue. Kunikuzushi lets out a surprised squeal that soon morphs into a wanton moan. His back arches and fingers tightly clutch white locks. Sensitive, Kazuha notes as he begins to suck. His hands find purchase against Kunikuzushi’s sides. He holds the deity steady and teases his teeth against his nub. With a gentle nip Kazuha releases his nipple, moving to lavish the other one with equal frevor.
Kunikuzushi squirms underneath him. The heat pulsing between his legs has become unbearable. He wants- needs even just the slightest bit of friction to help ease his growing discomfort. Kunikuzushi drags his nails down Kazuha’s back. The sting of it pulls a groan out of the samurai. The vibrations of it against his overly sensitive body goes straight down his spine. Kunikuzushi reaches down and means to tug down Kazuha’s shorts only for hands to grab his wrist and pin them above the deity’s head.
“Have a little patience, love.” The softness with which Kazuha utters that affectionate nickname is almost enough to kill off the fight in him. Keyword being almost.
“What, you embarrassed or something?” Kunikuzushi sneers at him. He wriggles against the calloused fingers pinning him down to no avail. “Don’t want me to see how tiny your dick is?”
That gets Kazuha to pull away from his chest to stare him down. Gazing upon the deity with that barely restrained intense ferocity of his that Kunikuzushi absolutely adores. It never fails to make him hot and bothered. Not that he wasn’t already.
“Alright, since you insist…” Kazuha releases his hold on his arms and shuffles back to free his hips as well. “On your hands and knees.”
Kunikuzushi glares and the samurai merely smiles sickeningly sweetly. Making it clear he has no intent on continuing until his instructions are followed. With a grumble the deity flips onto his stomach, raising his hips and resting his cheek against his ball joints. Kunikuzushi’s tail curls inward between his legs. It’s the only sign of shyness he allows to slip through.
“Tell me to stop and I will.” Kazha peppers his shoulders with open mouthed kisses. He lightly trails the pads of his fingers along the deity’s spine. The affectionate gestures and soft reassurance helps ebb away the nervous tension that had started to coil inside of him.
“It’s fine.” Kunikuzushi peers back at his lover, a spark of curiosity dancing within those indigo irises. He impatiently nudges Kazuha with the tips of his toes. “Hurry up already.”
Despite having relaxed significantly his tail still remains stubbornly curled forward. In a way this actually works in Kazuha’s favor. There is something he wants to try and this is the perfect excuse to do it. He gingerly wraps his fingers around the base of the deity’s tail, keeping an eye out for any signs of discomfort. Kunikuzushi takes in a sharp breath at the sensation but otherwise doesn’t react. When Kazuha starts kneading into the tail he gasps, hips jerking and head sinking lower.
“Do you like that?” Kazuha pulls his hand up the length of the deity’s tail, forcing it to stand straight up in the process. Then he drags his hand back down it again.
A dark flush crawls down Kunikuzushi’s shoulders. He trembles as Kazuha plays with his tail and the heat inside of him burns to a melting point. The samurai’s free hand soon fills in the space now opened up between his legs. Fingers teasingly ghosting across his folds. Kazuha experimentally presses into him, surprised by how easily his finger slides in. He’s loose enough that a second finger joins the second with equal ease. Looks like he won’t need much preparation.
That doesn’t stop Kazuha from taking his sweet time to thoroughly stretch him open. He pumps his fingers in and out, trying different angles to see which ones make him moan the loudest. When he twists Kunikuzushi’s tail his walls clench tight around his fingers. Kazuha bites the inside of his cheek. He tries not to think too much about how that would feel against his aching cock as he adds a third finger.
There’s some resistance this time so he slows his ministrations. Kazuha takes his time thoroughly stretching the deity open. Curling his fingers and bending them in ways that make Kunikuzushi mewl. The deity thought he knew what he was getting into but as it turns out having another fucking him is completely different from toying with himself. It’s far more intense than Kunikuzushi could have expected. Maybe it’s because Kazuha’s hands are bigger than his, maybe it’s because he can feel how intently the samurai is observing him, or maybe it’s the intimacy of the act itself. It could very well be a combination of all three. The thing he does know with utmost certainty is that he wants more.
“K-Kaz! Please just- Hnng!” Kunikuzushi tries to speak but it’s hard to between his gasps. The samurai slows down his ministrations to make it easier for him. Kunikuzushi peers back at him, eyes glistening and fangs caught on his bottom lip. “Just fuck me already! For Archon’s sake fuck me until I pass out!”
Kazuha’s neglected cock throbs painfully within the confines of his pants. As much as he wants to focus on Kunikuzushi, he won’t deny that his own patience is starting to wear thin. He reaches out to hold the deity’s chin- with the hand he had wrapped around his tail, mind you- and directs his head back to kiss him. Kunikuzushi bites down on his lips, eagerly slipping his tongue inside when Kazuha gasps. The deity rocks his hips against the still fingers that are deep inside of him.
A disappointed whine escapes Kunikuzushi when those fingers slip out of him. Soon the rest of Kazuha follows, pulling away and separating from his lover. The deity turns back towards him just as he hears the rustling of fabric. Kazuha unceremoniously slips out from his boxers and tosses them in a random direction. He can’t help but sigh when his aching cock is freed from its confines. The prickle of a shameless gaze against him has the corner of Kazuha’s lips tilting upwards.
“Is this too small for your tastes?” Kazuha trails his fingers down the length of his cock, smearing the deity’s slick over it. He leans back to give the deity a clear view of the show.
Kunikuzushi’s furry ears shoot straight up and his tail puffs out. An incomprehensible sound that might have been an attempt at a retort escapes his lips. The words are strangled by his embarrassment as he turns to face away from the samurai. That honest reaction manages to pull a little snicker out of Kazuha. His god truly is the cutest.
Kazuha wraps his arms around Kunikuzushi’s waist and pulls him onto his lap. He leaves open mouthed kisses along the deity’s nape. His nose brushes against the red string still tied neatly around Kunikuzushi’s neck. Kazuha reaches up to flick the bell attached to it just to hear it ring. In turn the tail pressed between their bodies stretches up and rubs against Kazuha’s neck.
“Quit stalling.” Kunikuzushi intentionally flicks the end of his tail against the samurai’s chin, tickling him. “Or are you all talk and no bite?”
“So impatient.” Though he says that Kazuha does as he’s told and adjusts them both in order to properly line himself up. He’s half tempted to lean down and bite the tail that’s harassing him but isn’t interested in having his mouth filled with fur.
“Oh, fuck.” Kunikuzushi gasps out when he pushes in. His body instinctively tensing up at this new intrusion. It’s such a different feeling from having fingers stretch him open. So much hotter and thicker than the samurai’s digits could ever be.
Kazuha nearly curses aloud alongside him. The lack of attention to his own needs has made him more sensitive than he expected. It’s borderline dizzying how hot Kunikuzushi is. Combined with having his flushed body pressed against his own, Kazuha finds himself overwhelmed. In the heat of passion he leans down and bites the deity’s collar. A surprised moan escapes Kunikuzushi. The tail trapped between their bodies twitches, trying to sway but rendered unable to. A hand slips between them as Kazuha leans back. He takes hold of the deity’s tail and Kunikuzush’s hips buck.
“Does it feel that good when I play with your tail?” Kazuha caresses the base of his tail. He trails the tips of his fingers up the deity’s spine and massages his tail.
Kunikuzushi offers no response and he doesn’t need to. The tension set in his muscles has completely melted away. His hips sway as he becomes lost in the sensation. He would be bouncing on Kazuha’s cock were it not for the arm holding his waist in place. The samurai pulls him back with his tail. Kunikuzushi releases a choked moan and tightens around him.
“I wonder if I could make you cum like this.” Kazuha thinks aloud, completely entranced by the way the deity’s back arches into him. How the hickies forming across his neck contrasts against his skin.
“Don’t- Don’t you fucking dare!” Kunikuzushi hisses out between pants. Static fills the air, strong enough to make the samurai’s hair stand on end. “Move.”
Who is he to deny the demands of his god? Kazuha adjusts his hold on the deity’s waist. He lifts up Kunikuzushi until only the head of his cock remains inside. He pulls him back down, meeting him halfway with a thrust. The sweet mewl Kunikuzushi lets out is music to his ears yet it is a different sound that the samurai finds himself fixating on. Kazuha’s eyes lock onto the red string tied around the deity’s neck. He’s had to have heard that bell ring hundreds of times by now. Yet hearing it now, under this specific context, makes something within the samurai snap.
Kazuha had meant to take things slow at first. Slow and gentle to let Kunikuzushi get used to the sensations before gradually picking up the pace. Instead Kazuha pounds into him. Completely and utterly transfixed by the song echoing through the domain. The slap of skin against skin, the needy, breathless mewls escaping his god’s lips, and the bell ringing with each thrust. All of that mixed in with the sweet scent of Kunikuzushi’s arousal is far more intoxicating than any alcohol could ever hope to be.
A hand reaches up and roughly grasps onto the back of Kazuha’s head. It pulls him down at the same time Kunikuzushi turns his head back towards him. The deity’s pupils are blown wide, black almost completely swallowing up those indigo pearls. He’s beautiful and perfect and simply looking at him is enough to make Kazuha’s heart feel full.
The kiss is messy but they’re both too far gone to care. All that matters is letting their bodies meld together. The heat of passion and intimacy has overtaken all sense of finesse. When they separate for air Kunikuzushi presses his head against the samurai’s, fingers tangling within white locks as if they’re a lifeline. He moves his hips in time with Kazuha’s thrusts. Words freely spill from his pretty lips. Another instrument playing the song of their love.
“More, harder, I want- Hng! Yes! Just like that! Kazuha! Kazuha!” There is no sweeter sound than his name against Kunikzushi’s lips. Again and again, calling out to him with such breathless adoration that it makes Kazuha want to weep.
Their movements gradually grow rougher, sloppier as they near their peaks. Kazuha slips one of his hands between the deity’s legs, teasing his clit with the pads of his fingers to help nudge him off. The samurai can feel the exact moment that Kunikuzushi falls. It’s obvious in the way his whole body shudders and bends into him. Kazuha fucks him through his orgasm, his own release drawing ever near. When Kunikuzushi’s breathless gasps start to turn into overly sensitive whimpers he pulls out completely.
His own hand is nowhere near as satisfying as the deity’s warm and slick folds but Kazuha is worked up enough that it makes little difference. All it takes is a few pumps for the dam to break. He does his best to keep from making a mess but can do nothing to stop stray drops from dripping between his fingers. A satisfying sense of fatigue overtakes the samurai. He lets himself fall onto his side, pulling the deity on his lap with him.
The tatami mats feel so cold in comparison to Kazuha’s heated skin but not in a bad way. He lays there for a long moment merely staring at the back of his lover’s head. Watching how his furry ears twitch as his brain struggles to realign itself. The deity’s short hair is completely unkempt and Kazuha can only imagine the state his own pale locks are in. Their labored breaths fill in the silence of the room. The moonlight shines down on their motionless forms. Wrapping the two lovers in its cool embrace.
Kazuha leans forward to press his head against Kunikuzushi. His eyes end up leveled with the back of the deity’s neck. The red string tied around it so easily pops out even in the low light but that’s not what catches the samurai’s attention. This close he can so easily make out a dark spot against Kunikuzushi’s skin that he had failed to notice before. The shape of the Electro symbol is tattooed onto the base of his neck. Positioned directly on the invisible line separating neck from back.
With his head still fuzzy Kazuha presses his lips against it. Kunikuzushi twitches at the contact. His tail curls backwards, brushing against the samurai’s thighs. A groan reverberates through the deity’s chest. Kazuha scoots away to give him enough space to turn around and face him. A nasty glare greets the samurai. A moment of panic fills Kazuha as he realizes what he’d just done without thinking.
Kunikuzushi’s body is unique to put it simply. A strange combination of human, animal, and machine all stuffed together in a single package that somehow manages to fit cleanly. That Electro symbol looks like a tattoo but it could actually be something else entirely. Something potentially sensitive. The only saving grace is that there isn’t a lick of lightning crackling beneath the deity’s skin, which means he’s not too pissed off.
“Why the hell did you pull out?” A tail thumps hard against tatami. Kunikuzushi’s cheeks puff out and it’s far more adorable than it has any right to be.
Kazuha blinks, his mind being slow on the uptake to process the words. Oh so he’s not mad about him touching the tattoo. In fact the deity’s complaint combined with his pout makes the samurai want to smother him with affection.
“I wasn’t sure if you’d be comfortable with that.” No matter how lost in the heat of the moment Kazuha might be, he would never intentionally do something he feared would make his lover uncomfortable. There’s also the problem of the deity’s biology and the suddenness of this passionate exchange. “And… we uh didn’t exactly prepare for this.”
“Are you stupid?” Kunikuzushi apparently does not share his concerns. He reaches up and pinches the samurai’s cheek. “Gods don’t have kids the same way humans do so don’t you dare hold back on account of that!”
He says that as if it’s common knowledge, which from Kunikuzushi’s perspective it probably is. Kazuha grabs him by the wrist, with his unsoiled hand, to stop his assault. He hadn’t expected Kunikuzushi to take such offence to his actions. Then again it could also be the sake talking. They did drink quite a bit. Though right now Kazuha doesn’t feel drunk. Not even a slight buzz dilutes his senses. Having his lover beneath him, squirming and wanting, had done a good job of sobering him up. No matter, since this has upset his lover then there is only one way to rectify the situation.
“In that case…” Kazuha pushes himself up with his elbows, half heartedly dragging the deity up with him. When they’re sitting upright he bumps his forehead against his lover’s. “Did you mean it when you told me to fuck you until you pass out?”
An absolutely embarrassed noise escapes Kunikuzushi at having the words he had uttered in the heat of passion thrown back in his face. Kazuha knows he had said it without thinking but it’s such a tantalizing idea. Now that he has gotten a taste of his god he wants more. To press their bodies so close together that Kazuha can’t tell where he ends and Kunikuzushi begins.
“You know what?” As if reading his thoughts, Kunikuzushi wraps his arms around the samurai’s neck. A devilish smile spreads across his pretty pink lips and he pulls Kazuha closer until only a breath separates them. “I don’t think you can last that long.”
“Then, why don’t we find out?” The words barely leave Kazuha’s mouth before the brief distance separating them vanishes.
Kunikuzushi’s hands trail down Kazuha’s back, nails dragging roughly across his skin. All the hair on Kazuha’s body rises as static starts to crackle through the air. A jolt of electricity shoots down his spine. It makes his muscles tense and his nerves become alight with sparks. Kunikuzushi bites down on his lower lip, fangs catching against soft skin. Another zap courses through Kazuha making him groan and the deity slips his tongue inside his mouth.
The juxtaposition of Kunikuzushi pressed against his front and the electricity stinging his back makes Kazuha dizzy. Made worse when the deity rolls their hips together. He pulls away with a gasp. Kunikuzushi moves one of his hands between them. Reaching down to wrap his fingers around the samurai’s erection. It’s already hard and stiff and dripping with desire.
“Could it be that the great Kaedehara is a masochist?” Kunikuzushi whispers against the samurai’s heated skin. His voice laced with a starstruck awe that makes it hard for him to comprehend the words being spoken.
Kazuha gives a non-commital grunt in response. The way his hands find their way to the deity’s hips and tugs him closer is enough of an answer. Kunikuzushi laughs bright and airy at his eagerness. He presses his thumb against the tip of Kazuha’s cock as a reward. The samurai tilts his head and kisses Kunikuzushi wherever he can reach while keeping their bodies pressed close together.
Fingers teasingly trail down his erection, moving to rest against the juncture separating Kazuha’s hips from his abdomen. He feels the lightning flowing underneath Kunikuzushi’s fingertips. The samurai’s own fingers tighten their hold and his eyes nearly roll back into his skull. The pain of being shocked melts into pleasure that threatens to send him straight into Celestia.
“Kuni, love, I won’t last long like this.” At this rate Kazuha is going to cum again without actually doing anything. He doesn’t mind the other taking charge per say, but he wants them both to become lost in the ecstasy and not have it be largely one sided like this.
“Giving up already?” Unfortunately Kunikuzushi misunderstands what he means. His careless wording only serves to inflate the deity’s ego. “I thought we were just getting started.”
“You know what I mean.” Kazuha responds to his smug grin with a glare. His lover can be an absolute menace when he wants to be and the samurai is not about to fuel that side of him.
“No I don’t, please enlighten me.” Kunikuzushi rolls his hips forward, rubbing the length of Kazuha’s cock against his folds. A deep, pleased noise rumbles in the back of the samurai’s throat when the tip catches against Kunikuzushi’s entrance.
Kazuha pushes the deity down onto his back. The surprised gasp that slips out of Kunikuzushi is soon followed by his legs spreading wide open. Giving his samurai a clear view of every inch of his desire. And Kazuha just as shamelessly drinks in the sight before him. Of his god’s usually straight hair is an absolute mess, unblemished skin now littered with hickies all across his neck and chest. Nipples still puffy from when Kazuha had toyed with them earlier. There is one place he has yet to mark and that will not stand.
He takes one of Kunikuzushi’s legs and lifts it so that its hooked over his shoulder. Kazuha kisses the side of his knee, running his fingers up the back of an unmarred leg. Kunikuzushi watches him curiously. When their eyes meet Kazuha bites down. He grabs a plump thigh to help keep it upright as he begins marking a trail down it. First placing a chaste kiss before sucking hard enough to leave a bruise, occasionally adding teeth at random intervals. Once he reaches the juncture separating hip from thigh Kunikuzushi takes in a sharp, eager breath. Only to breath out a frustrated groan when the samurai pulls away.
“I prefer to take my time with my meals.” Kazuha switches to holding up the deity’s other leg and begins the process all over again. “That way I can savor the taste for as long as possible.”
“You damn tease.” Kunikuzushi digs his heel into the samurai’s back in retaliation. All that earns is a rough bite that’s quickly soothed by a hot tongue.
Since he’s being a bastard, Kunikuzushi decides to take matters into his own hands. Literally at that. Kazuha continues lavishing his thigh with affection without acknowledging how the deity pushes his fingers into himself. It’s not the same. His fingers can’t reach as deep as he wants, can’t fill him anywhere near as much as he needs to be. Rather than satisfying the itch deep inside of him it only leaves Kunikuzushi craving his lover’s touch more than he already was.
Kazuha watches the way he desperately fucks himself. Eagerly drinking in each needy whine that spills from Kunikuzushi’s pretty lips and the flush covering his chest that darkens the longer he stares. It strikes at something possessive inside of the samurai. A deep satisfaction coils around Kazuha’s heart at the knowledge that he was the one to cause this. His god spreading his legs open like a common whore, begging for his cock.
“Having fun?” Kazuha rests his cheek against the deity’s thigh. Eyes fixated on the movement of Kunikuzushi’s fingers as he stretched himself open.
“No.” Under any other circumstances Kunikuzushi would have laughed at the completely baffled look that crosses the samurai’s face. Right now he’s too consumed by his longing to find it amusing. “It’s not enough, I need you.”
Kazuha buries his face into Kunikuzushi’s leg and takes a deep, calming breath. Struck so hard by the urge to pin the deity down and lay claim to him that the samurai feels as if he’s on the brink of insanity.
“One of these days you’re going to be the death of me.” Kazuha releases his leg, reaching up to caress his lover’s cheek. “My beautiful wisteria.”
“Shut up and fuck me already.” Kunikuzushi tries to turn away and hide from the adoration being directed at him.
Kazuha leans down, uses his hand to force Kunikuzushi to look at him, and brings their lips together. The intentional prick of fangs and the bubble of laughter make it hard to properly kiss but they manage to make it work. Kazuha taps Kunikuzushi’s wrist. The deity pulls his fingers out and wraps them around the samurai’s shoulders instead. Kazuha breaks their kiss as he lines himself up. Like this he can see the way Kunikuzushi’s face twists from the initial discomfort before melting into bliss.
“You take me so well.” Kazuha pushes in so agonizingly slowly, only stopping once their hips meet. Letting his lover feel the stretch of being completely filled with a smirk toying at the corner of his lips. “Even though I’m “tiny” as you so eloquently put it.”
“Did that-” Kunikuzushi starts but pauses when hands reach around his waist to lift them up. With his ass slightly raised off the ground his tail is free to flick back and forth between both of their legs. “Did that actually piss you off?”
“Perhaps.” Kazuha vaguely answers with a light tone, neither confirming nor denying the accusation. Then after a moment his eyes narrow when he realizes something. “On what basis could you even judge that anyways? Or am I mistaken in thinking that I’m your first?”
“Who the fuck else would I have slept with?” Kunikuzushi swears that if he says Domeki then he’s going to punch this idiot right then and there. Consequences be damned.
“I don’t know which is why I’m asking.” Kazuha drops his playful teasing for the moment. He’s genuinely curious as to the actual answer. This introverted god doesn’t let others close to him easily but that doesn’t mean he hasn’t opened himself up to another like this before.
“Well I haven’t.” Kunikuzushi pulls the samurai down and leans up at the same time. Burying his face into the crook of Kazuha’s neck. His nails digging into his lover’s back. “You’re the only one I want.”
Oh. Kazuha feels his face burn hot just below his skin. It wasn’t so much the confession that got to him but the quiet, hesitant way in which it came out. He nuzzles into the deity’s hair, noting how his human ears have turned bright red.
“So you have no right to judge then.” Kazuha starts to rock his hips back and forth. Not quite thrusting but moving enough to make the deity focus on the drag of his cock.
“Ugh fine! Your dick is huge! Happy now?” This time Kunikuzushi intentionally presses his nails into the samurai’s skin. With how well spoken and laid back Kazuha is, it’s easy to forget that the other can be worse than him at times.
“Very.” Kazuha nips at the tips of his reddened ears. His fingers teasingly brush against the base of the deity’s tail. “Since my kitten has been so good he deserves a treat.”
Hundreds of vile insults sit upon the tip of Kunikuzushi’s tongue. Not a single one of them manages to be let loose, not when fingers press hard into the sensitive nerves of his tail before they can. In the same motion Kazuha pulls his hips back before slamming back down. The sensation of it shoots straight up Kunikuzushi’s spine. His whole body tenses and relaxes all at once. Incomprehensible curses blur into wanton moans as Kazuha thrusts into him. The slap of their hips echoes throughout the domain.
The pace the samurai sets is no more or less then their first round yet it somehow manages to feel more intense this time. Pleasure heightened by an underlying sense of embarrassment that comes with this position, brought upon by how intently Kazuha is observing every single one of his reactions. Likewise Kunikuzushi can see the way his lips part from near silent grunts and muscles flex with every thrust. It all gradually turns the deity’s brain into mush, rendering him unable to do anything but cling to his lover and take it.
That lack of control should frighten him- in any other situation it most certainly would- but instead makes the heat coiled up inside of him wound tighter. There’s a certain thrill that comes with the vulnerability of trusting another enough to completely concede to their whims. Especially when that trust is rewarded with whispers of endless praise and compliments. Kazuha lays his worship bare for the god to see as he relentlessly fucks him.
It’s so much all at once. The heat of their bodies being connected, the scent of sex filling the room, an endless stream of reverent compliments. The corner of Kunikuzushi’s eyes sting and it’s only when the samurai laps up stray tears with his tongue that he realizes he’s crying. Kazuha thrusts harder, reaching impossibly deep. Kunikuzushi cannot drown but he imagines that this is what it feels like. Sinking lower and lower, losing all sense of direction, until hitting the bottom.
“M’close.” Kazuha shudders above him, his movements becoming less controlled and more desperate. He lowers himself to press their heated bodies closer and closer. “Just a little longer…”
The false stars could tumble out of the sky and Kunikuzushi wouldn’t notice. Too taken by his lover to focus on anything else. It comes in waves, starting with the samurai bucking into him. Then Kazuha pulses and spills into him. Kunikuzushi tightens around him, milking Kazuha for all he’s worth.
A satisfied haze washes over them as Kazuha reluctantly pulls out. He keeps his body pressed against his lover. Close enough that he can practically taste the sweat forming against Kunikuzushi’s skin. He counts the seconds that pass before the deity starts to squirm underneath him. Kazuha moves along with him, raising his body enough to let one of Kunikuzushi’s hands slide between them. Stopping to press down onto his own stomach below his navel.
“Oh, that feels weird.” Kunikuzushi taps his fingers against that same spot. Though the samurai had pulled out, the sensation of being filled still lingers and in a way he is.
“A good weird or a bad weird?” There’s a deep, satisfied rumble laced within Kazuha’s voice. Muffled by the fact that his head is pressed into the valley of the deity’s collar.
“Good.” Kunikuzushi reaches back around to run his fingers down Kazuha’s back. Tracing the bloodied lines his nails had left behind. He swipes his tongue across his teeth. “Do it again.”
“If you wanted me to fill you with kittens that badly then all you had to do was ask.” An odd sound traps itself in the deity’s throat upon hearing those words. He’s about to berate Kazuha, and explain to him again that’s not how it works, when the samurai lifts his head. Mischief clearly written in every fiber of his being.
“I could kill you.” A threat in the form of a hiss. Perhaps not meant to be taken literally but a genuine one all the same.
Kazuha is aware of the danger that sleeps within his lover, hasn’t stopped feeling it since the moment the deity’s fingers had wrapped around his neck upon their meeting. It matters not if Kunikuzushi is actively using his powers. His blood is lightning and the heart that beats within his chest a living, breathing storm. It has never stopped Kazuha before and it most certainly is not going to stop him now.
“You could. If you truly wanted to you could so easily turn this around and force me to submit.” Kazuha has never underestimated the deity’s inherent strength but he does not fear it. Not in the slightest. “But you know what I think? That I could tie you up and have my way with you, and you would let me.”
Kunikuzushi swallows and the samurai’s eyes find themselves naturally drawn to the motion of his throat. The red string holding up his bell contrasts beautifully with his pale skin. That realization makes Kazuha’s imagination begin to run rampant with all sorts of possibilities.
“The next time I stop by Narukami I’ll have to buy some rope so we can test it.” Kazuha thinks aloud. He feels more than sees the deity shiver against him. “I could buy other things for us to play with too. Maybe some clamps for your pretty nipples, or how about a collar for my sweet kitty?”
Kunikuzushi’s eyes blow wide open. The samurai can see the battle being waged within those midnight irises clear as day. Lust fueled curiosity locking horns with his inherent pride. And he knows exactly how to turn the tides in his favor.
“Just imagine it. Your hands bound behind you, no matter how hard you try you can’t move them.” Kazuha’s breath is hot against Kunikuzushi’s ears. He hooks his fingers underneath the deity’s bell and tugs on it. “Whenever I wanted I could reach up and tighten your collar.” The samurai adjusts his hips, letting his hardening length drag across Kunikuzushi’s rear. “A blindfold covering your eyes so that all you can focus on is the feeling of my cock inside of you.”
“You- You-!” Kunikuzushi tries to squeeze his legs together but can’t with the samurai between them. That needy whine is all the answer Kazuha needs and he starts making plans in the back of his head to make a few purchases as he positions himself for their next round. “You fucking sadist!”
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The first thing that registers in Kunikuzushi’s head is how much his whole body aches. He groans and presses his face deeper into his pillow. His tail tiredly wags underneath the blankets, or rather tries to. That simple motion causes the deity’s spine to become ramrod straight from the blight of pain that passes through it. Kunikuzushi sluggishly reaches back to massage the poor limb, questioning why the hell his tail of all things hurts too.
Then it hits Kunikuzushi all at once. He pushes himself up into somewhat of a sitting position with his elbows. The blanket slides down his back and settles around his waist yet he doesn’t feel the chill of the crisp morning air hit his skin. The deity blinks once- twice to try to get rid of the half-asleep blurriness tainting his vision. When that doesn’t work he rubs at them with the heels of his palms. Only once Kunikuzushi pulls his hands away does he register the black and red covering his body. The maple leaf patterns adorning the sleeves instantly make the tension wound in his shoulders ease up.
Kazuha’s haori is somewhat loose around his more slender figure. Kunikuzushi pulls at it so that it becomes tight and snug instead. He falls back onto his side and curls his legs inward just to feel more of its comforting warmth against his skin. It serves as a wonderful distraction to the embarrassment that’s dripping out of him.
The memory of Kazuha filling him more times then he could count replays itself over and over again. Yet for all the different positions Kunikuzushi remembers the samurai bending him, he cannot recall when he fell asleep. Archons, Kazuha actually did fuck him until he passed out. He knows that the samurai has a lot of stamina but he didn’t think it was this much. Yet despite their illicit activities- and barring the soreness- Kunikuzushi actually feels refreshed. Kazuha had taken the time to clean him up before tucking him into bed.
That realization makes Kunikuzushi’s stomach become all fluttery. A sensation that is reminiscent of the time he had swallowed a crystalfly whole. It also makes the room seem much colder without his lover by his side. He sits back up, feline ears perking up to listen to his surroundings. The walls separating the rooms within Kunikuzushi’s domain are thin. There was no need to worry about making the place soundproof when only he could access it until recently. He can easily make out the sound of feet shuffling as they move about.
“Kazuha!” Kunikuzushi doesn’t care at all if he sounds needy. Rather he flinches from how dry his throat feels. No doubt another side effect of their late night activities.
It occurs to Kunikuzushi that he could have gone to where the samurai is instead of calling out to him but it’s too late for that. Kazuha’s motions had already paused and changed course. He doesn’t really feel like getting up anyways. Nor does it take long for the door to slide open. Kunikuzushi’s eyes are immediately drawn to the curve of Kazuha’s neck. He always wears his clothes rather loosely and it’s only his scarf that gives the illusion of modesty. Without it there’s so much of the samurai’s skin on display. Skin that is currently littered in hickeys and bite marks. Kunikuzushi wounds the haori tighter around himself, suddenly becoming self conscious of his own appearance.
“Good morning love- Or, I suppose it’s afternoon now.” The sickeningly soft smile Kazuha gives him makes the crystalfly in the deity’s stomach beat its wings faster. “How do you feel?”
“Sore.” Kunikuzushi shifts his legs, a twitchiness overtaking him. He had craved the samurai’s presence but now that it’s here he’s growing ever more nervous.
“That’s not surprising considering how long we went at it.” Then there’s Kazuha who has the audacity to laugh at his misery.
“You wipe that smug look off your face right now.” Kunikuzushi’s face grows unbearably hot which only makes the samurai’s grin widen.
“If you’d like, I can brew some tea for you. It might help your muscles relax.” Thankfully Kazuha chooses not to tease him any further, for now that is. The deity has no doubt he won’t hear the end of this any time soon.
“Yeah, sure.” Tea does sound nice. In fact, call it his inner cat or whatever, but a warm drink in hand while lazing out in the sun is exactly what Kunikuzushi craves. If he can get the samurai to join him then even better.
Nodding, Kazuha starts to turn to prepare the promised beverage. Kunikuzushi sluggishly pushes himself up to follow behind him. Only when he tries to stand his legs decide to turn into jello and collapse underneath him. Kazuha stops a couple of steps out of the room and pokes his head back in to see what that noise was. Taking special note of the deity’s new position and how utterly flabbergasted he appears.
“Can you not…?” Kazuha can’t bring himself to finish that sentence and doesn’t need to.
“Shut up and carry me.” Kunikuzushi snaps, completely ashamed. To be rendered into such a state by the hands of a mortal… He will have to kill anyone that learns of this.
For all his embarrassment the moment Kazuha actually hooks his arms underneath him and lifts him up his complaints are forgotten. Kunikuzushi curls into his lover. The real thing is way better than a few burrowed clothes. He wraps his arms around Kazuha’s neck and gently nips at his jawline. Kunikuzushi finds his pulsepoint, savoring how the steady beat of it stutters when he bites down on it. The arms holding him up tighten their embrace and a chin comes to rest upon his crown.
“If I knew all it’d take is sex to make you purr then I would have taken you much sooner.” He feels the rumble of Kazuha’s throat as he talks. It reverberates through the deity, all the way down to his chest.
“I can’t purr dumbass.” Just because Kunikuzushi is part cat doesn’t mean he can do everything that they can. He has no idea what gave the samurai that impression. It’s not something he’s done in front of him before, or ever for that matter.
“Love you’re purring right now.” Kazuha uses the arm supporting the deity’s back to reach around and grab one of Kunikuzushi’s wrists. He places it against the deity’s own chest.
It’s true, there’s a rumbling reverberating from somewhere deep within Kunikuzushi’s ribs. Fascinated, he moves his hand around to see if he can find where it's coming from. This has never happened before, whether it be in this form or his feline one. Not a single time in the approximate five hundred years that he’s been alive. As such Kunikuzushi merely assumed that he couldn’t. This new discovery makes him want to cry.
Of course, of fucking course. This is but another mark on the long list showcasing how miserable his life has been. The woman that’s supposed to be his mother has only ever stressed him out with her overbearing expectations. While the fox he somewhat got along with held an inner disdain for him that she could never completely hide. The people that were supposed to make him feel safe only ever succeeded in accomplishing the exact opposite. No, it’s only Kazuha that’s managed to make him completely relax. Kazuha who smells like a summer ocean breeze and spoils him with tender caresses.
Fingers work their way under Kunikuzushi’s chin and lift his head up. Soft vermillion fills his vision. The rumbling inside of his chest grows louder when chapped lips press against his own and he can forget about everything that happened before. Words don’t need to be exchanged between them. The way their bodies so perfectly mold together says far more than anything that could have been said.