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[belheir]

Whatever you want to.

[He's no teacher, after all. And in his experience, experience is the best teacher. To let himself act as he wants, to do what he feels is right. Confidence will come later.]

You can touch if you want, or you can lay still. I don't mind either way.

[It doesn't matter how Basil reacts- or doesn't. He'll still get what he wants out of him even if he just laid still and accepted his fate. A little reactivity, a little encouragement would be nice, but it's certainly not needed.

Just like it's not entirely needed for him to be as slow and gentle as he's being, but even if Basil doesn't react, even if he does just lay there and accept it, he would like to think that maybe he still brought him a little pleasure in the end. So the kisses continue: His neck, his jaw, just under his ear as his breath warms the areas before and after, as he gently mouths his pulse point with sharp teeth that don't dare do more than lightly press into his skin.

Demons are violent by nature, but he is keeping those impulses in check. There's no claiming bites, no effort to draw blood. It's more human than anything else.

For now, at least.]

[photographists]

( Isn't any relationship a two way street? It doesn't exactly sit right with him to just do nothing. This may be done out of contractual obligation, but Basil is someone who values the relationships he has with others - oftentimes more than how much others may value it. )

No -- this is... normally supposed to be something important for both people, isn't it? ( But, it'd be silly to think that the other party would see it exactly like Basil does. ) I want to do something, at least...

( So, his hands travel to the small of the others back - fingers gently pressing into back as they travel down skin. Each kiss given brings a new warmth that he can't help but want to welcome more of -- instinctively shifting to welcome more and the affection the other had to offer. A quiet sound is stifled upon feeling pressure on skin, pushing himself closer towards the other.

This -- This was nice, so far, he thinks. With how the conversation went, maybe he was wrong to be so nervous. It's almost enough for him to forget that this is a demon. )

[belheir]

[Is it supposed to be important for both people? Maybe he'll have to take that into consideration. The lives of demons and humans are vastly different, after all. If Basil had been a demon, this would have been more teeth, more tearing. Violence as passion, claws shredding skin to leave a mark on the other.

His human is far too delicate for that sort of thing. So maybe it's best to continue on this slow path, to draw out those quiet, stifled noises one by one. To coax him into relaxation and letting go of his worries.

He tries not to go too fast, to let his mouth linger on skin and to take what is so generously offered to him, but the fact remains that he is a demon. And this is slow. A hand moves to the hem of his shirt, gently tugging it upwards to remove it.]

I'm going to leave a mark on your neck. It might be tender later.

[And now.

At the very least he can tell him that before he sucks a bruise into the smaller boys neck, before he nips- not hard enough to break skin, but certainly break blood vessels, to make a large ruddy, dark purple mark. It'll be enough to quell the more violent inhibitions that a human certainly can't handle.]

[photographists]

( It's really no secret that Basil was someone sentimental. Although relationships were never exactly a priority for him when friendships were already difficult enough, but he's imagined this enough to have his own expectations.

The slow-going process is more than enough to help him ease into things. He relaxes under Kazuya. Ah-- that's right. The clothing was... probably in the way. His back arches a bit to assist him in removing his clothing. He shifts just enough to lift the shirt over his head, not exactly paying mind to where it's discarded. And though the forewarning draws pause from him, he responds as soon as he feels teeth on skin. A quiet gasp, followed by a moan escapes him, and he quickly brings a hand to his mouth to quiet himself.

It stings, but certainly not in a bad way. Even if they're just gotten started, he's already hard, and he barely realizes how his hips lift upwards against Kazuya's. )

I... It's good.

[belheir]

[The reaction is taken special note of. For how small and meek the other was, he had expected a different reaction. He'd expected maybe a little more protest, a whimper, some kind of pained noise. Instead the quiet sounds are enticing, noises of pleasure combined with the gentle way the human rises his hips against him.]

Good.

[He's glad, really. It means he can leave more than just one mark, cover Basil's entire throat in a bruised purple and red shade. Something that looks far more serious than it actually is, because Kazuya still keeps to his word, takes care in how he bites, careful to never actually break skin and spill blood. Basil will look far more savaged by the end of it than he actually was.

And of course, the red marks move lower too, once Kazuya is done with leaving his impression on the boys neck. These nips and touches of teeth and tongue come lighter and fewer as he trails down, one hand coming up to brush his thumb against the nipple that he doesn't enclose in his mouth to suck on and taste.]

[photographists]

( There's a lot that they have to learn about one another -- there's far more boldness to Basil that Kazuya knows. It's something that doesn't surface easily, but it may be something that he'll see over time.

When he does whimper, it's only when those motions are repeated, a hand moving to the back of the other's head to gently encourage him to continue, fingers only pushing against scalp enough to reassure himself that he won't stop. His back arches when mouth comes in contact with nipple, already sensitive skin only growing more so as they harden. Hips press forward in a more desperate way, and his pants suddenly feel more constricting than ever.

He's already hard, but that may not be a surprise. He's never been touched like this before. It's... exciting -- and even though he's nervous, it's easy to find some comfort in the fact that his partner is open to keeping a pace that he's comfortable with. )

[belheir]

[He likes humans. He likes the taste that runs through them when they're more like this than when they're petrified in fear. The scent of want is more potent than fear, he finds. Maybe this is why some demons take humans like this. Maybe some enjoy the mingle of both in the circumstances they put humans in.

Kazuya prefers just this scent and taste alone.

His tongue flicks the hardened nub, and he releases it only to press more open mouthed heated kisses to the skin around it.]

Let me know if there's something you want more of.

[Because otherwise the build up will become teasing as he drinks in every part of him, blunt human fingernails digging in and dragging downwards to his navel.]

[photographists]

( Basil shifts, and it's all he can do in response to everything Kazuya is offering to him, his legs loosely hooking around the other. It's strange how the kisses make him feel like he's warming all over, those touches only making him feel all the more sensitive to the other.

If there's something he wants? Wasn't this about Kazuya? What he says next feels like it's said without really thinking. How strange for him... )

Can we... kiss...? R-Really kiss. I... just want to know what it's like.

[belheir]

[Maybe it's not the oddest thing, that his human wants a kiss. They're prone to affection and easily swayed by it, aren't they? He might be hard, but maybe he wants something to trick his mind into thinking how this is anything but the result of agreeing to the contract.

Kazuya gives a soft hum after a moment, raising himself back up to capture Basil's lips in his own. He tries to go slow, a chaste kiss to the side of his mouth, along his jaw, and then back to his lips full on.

He refuses to give any attention to his lower half yet, until his human is sated otherwise. Maybe begging for it, maybe uselessly trying to get friction against himself as Kazuya keeps him pressed down, unable to do so. It's a fun thought.]

[photographists]

( He hasn't forgotten about their deal by any means -- it was in the back of his mind. Even as he focuses on the attention Kazuya is giving him, he knows that this doesn't mean as much to him as it could to Basil. However, Basil was someone who valued all the relationships he formed with others. Being affectionate or sentimental with others felt like it came naturally at times.

When his lips meet with his, it feels almost natural to lean into that kiss, although clumsily so. Instinct tells him to shift his head enough to kiss him back. Though, after a moment or so, he tentatively nibbles at the other's bottom lip. He's mimicking his actions, in a way -- wanting to tell him that he... doesn't have to be so gentle.

Though, it's difficult to really think on how he wants to communicate with Kazuya pressing against him. His lower half indeed rocks against him, a needy, muffled whine leaving him. It's almost embarrassing to think about how he wants to feel Kazuya against him at this point -- wants to be touched in every way imaginable. It's enough to wrap an arm around him - as if making sure that he won't let up. )

[belheir]

[The clumsiness is met with reassurance, an adjustment of how he's currently hovering over the others body, and a quick resumption of the kiss to make it easier for the both of them. The nibbles he receives are, in fact, delightful. They're a promise of potential roughness that demons naturally crave, though the intent is more or less lost. To him, this means that Basil may want to try being rougher, to take more for himself, and Kazuya encourages that, nipping back so he can deepen the kiss.

When he moves against him though, that's when Kazuya moves, deciding that he is going to raise his body up, just ever so slightly out of reach of anything that might bring meaningful friction to him. Any meaningful relief.

Basil best be tight with his grip, if he truly wants to keep their lower halves touching. Best cling to him with all his might.]

[photographists]

( Kazuya nips at his lips in return, and Basil makes a quiet noise in surprise before biting down a little hard. He lifts a hand to gently brush against the others cheek -- hopefully conveying an apology. Maybe he didn't mind - all things considering - but, Basil was a gentle soul.

But, when Kazuya moves upwards, Basil's grip tightens and his hand leaves cheek to wrap his arms around him, legs tangling further around the other as he attempts to lift himself upwards. With all his inexperience, could he be blamed for his impatience? He presses himself against the other, clumsily creating friction. He breaks the kiss, looking to Kazuya with flushed face and desperate eyes. )

P-Please.

( He wants - needs to be touched. )

[belheir]

[ The harder bite almost encourages him to be rougher, though the hand quickly stays that urge when it seems to be an apology, a quirk of inexperience. That's fine, because Basil already tangles himself closer, more firmly against him in a bid for friction as he rises.

And his voice. So sweet with the cadence of want that it almost melts him.

Almost.

Kazuya gives a soft chuckle, and another sweet kiss to the side of his mouth, breath ghosting over his lips as he speaks. ]

Please what?

[photographists]

( The whisper feels teasing - unfairly so. He moves against him - longing, wanting, yet embarrassed to say what he wants. He's so hard, achingly so. It all feels so overwhelmingly sweet and intoxicating to him. Perhaps if he had more confidence, he would've attempted to take control.

His hands move then, cupping the other's cheeks, not letting up on his hold otherwise. He closes this distance between them - pressing one, two kisses against lips - hungry and needy.

He wants this, he wants him. )

I--

I... want to be touched. I-I want to touch you, too.

[belheir]

[ It's surprising how he acts now. From shy, demure, cowed entirely and anxious to this. Basil has no idea how to say what he wants, not really, but he wants it all the same and is willing to act for it.

The kisses are consumed readily as he nuzzles into the hands that hold his face. All sweet, not entirely an act put on for his humans sake. He kisses his fingertips as he speaks. ]

I'm not stopping you from touching me. [ Well, maybe a little. This time he nips gently at the tips of those fingers.] Where do you want me to touch you?

[photographists]

( He's not so used to being so bold, but perhaps this is bringing out a side of him that he isn't familiar with anymore. Maybe there's something that feels natural about being with him. It's nothing that he can think clearly about now - it doesn't feel as important as the way that the kiss is responded to, or the way that Kazuya nips at his fingers.

Basil breathes out then, unevenly - thumb circling around skin, another leaving cheek in favor of reaching to tug shirt upwards, . This was okay, right? He said he wouldn't stop him.

He rests his forehead against the others, bright blue eyes looking elsewhere. )

Everywhere. I want to feel you everywhere.

( There's hesitation then, and the next words are said a little more quietly. He-- liked the attention he was getting earlier, and despite everything, it takes a moment for him to admit to such things in his own way. )

You... d-don't have to be gentle, either.

[belheir]

[Kazuya helps him out of his shirt, doesn't protest the boldness that Basil shows, nor moves to stop or slow him down. The shirt lands wherever the other feels fit to toss - or drop- it. The words catch his attention, and it makes him stop.

Slowly, carefully, Basil is put back against the bed as Kazuya presses against him, moves his hands to cup his chin in one hand to look him in the eye. And his tone is serious when he speaks next.]

You're best off if I'm as gentle as I'm being for the moment. You won't be able to move after, otherwise.

[And he would very much like for his human to be able to move after all of this. Even if it's with some difficulty.

He kisses his forehead almost apologetically.]

Once you're more comfortable we can do this without my human guise.

[photographists]

( Basil stops the moment that Kazuya takes his chin into his hand, and his eyes widen in fear. He hadn't forgotten that this is a demon, and Basil had been fully aware that he had been holding back, but he hadn't known just how much he had been doing so.

But then, he feels those lips on his forehead, apologetic and comforting - and Basil feels himself relax a little. )

... O-Okay. ( His hands move to rest on the other's chest, shifting upwards just enough to press a brief kiss to lips. )

I... I trust you.

[belheir]

Good boy.

[Another kiss, sweetness to help ease him back into it after the brief scent of fear. He doesn't want to scare him, truly, but he does need to know that him holding back is essential for his comfort. Too much too fast might scare him further, especially when it comes to something like leaving heavy bleeding bites, and long gouges out of his skin from the way he'd rake his claws down him.

No, for now a more human touch is needed.

But he'll still offer some roughness, a nip to his lip before he pulls back just enough to continue leaving trails of kisses across the darkening marks he'd left previously.]

You can be as rough as you like, though. I don't mind.

[It's not like he'd ever be able to do enough to hurt him, after all.]

Now, how about I take a taste of you?

[photographists]

( The kiss is indeed reassuring, despite how he can feel his cheeks darken at his comment -- and he can feel himself relax. He has no idea what Kazuya is capable of, and it's nothing that he's in a rush to see for himself. The best way to go about this for now was to trust in what he had to offer.

He moans softly at the nip - the way he brings attention to already sensitive skin. His body feels so warm, and no amount of touching or kisses seems to calm him down. Fingernails press lightly into skin, fingers trailing downwards. He admires how warm his skin feels under fingertips.

But, even with his words, he doesn't quite have the courage to be as rough like Kazuya is offering. Perhaps, in time, he would be able to take charge. For now, he brings himself against him, rubbing his still clothed cock against the other with a needy sound. )

P-Please.... Please.

[belheir]

[How is he to say no to that pleading? The needy noises he makes that tell him what a good job he's doing? His human is cute. Cute in the way he grinds himself helplessly for friction, for some attention to his cock.]

I suppose I can, since you're asking so nicely.

[He moves, sitting up so he can work on pulling his remaining clothes down, focus on freeing his cock so that he can then press open mouthed kisses along the length of it. Drag his tongue along the head of it so he can take the taste of him he so rightly deserves.]

[photographists]

( He's so calm about all of this... Meanwhile, Basil can't help any of the sounds of motions that he's making, breath hiccuping as he feels tongue meet with cock. His hand moves to hair, back arching at the sensation as he moves upwards towards each of those motions - his legs no longer tangled around the other in favor of spreading open to give Kazuya more access to do as he pleased. The heat is only growing more intense, feeling dizzy from the pleasure of it all. )

I'm... I--

( All things considering, was it surprising that he was already ready to come? That much may have been evident with the way that cock was slick with precum. )

[belheir]

[It's not too surprising. He can feel the way that his cock throbs against his mouth, the way he arches into the heat of it. It's a good thing he's not cruel enough to pull away, that he's willing to be nice to swallow him down to the root in a quick motion, suckling on him the entire way.

If he's going to cum, then he's going to swallow it down and give him a taste of his own of what's to come.]

[photographists]

( Despite it all, Kazuya doesn't let up, and he can't help but want to pull away, gripping lightly at hair as he shifts.

Despite it all, it feels like seconds stretch into minutes as he does indeed reach his climax, and he stiffens for a moment, muscles tensing as a quiet moan escapes him. He's basking in the pleasure of it all, breathing heavily as he avoids Kazuya's gaze.

... It happened so quickly, he can't help but be embarrassed. He uses both hands to cover his face. )

S-Sorry. I... I wasn't expecting all of this to feel so good.

[belheir]

[Kazuya swallows all he's given, giving a single quick bob of his head after and wiping his mouth when he pulls off and away, the taste settling hot on his tongue.]

I don't expect you to be able to hold back too much. As long as you get a taste [Maybe a funny choice of words, considering.] of how good this can feel, then I won't feel too bad when I move onto the next part.

[He is a virgin, after all. And discomfort is just something that's going to be part and parcel with what happens next. Kazuya pulls up and off, finally working his own pants down his body so that his own cock springs free- something far more inhuman than the rest of his guise, with how it's slick, dripping what's probably pre, and writhes seemingly of it's own accord, with soft bumps and ridges along the length of it.]