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ura_no_ura) wrote2012-04-01 04:09 am
ura_no_ura) wrote2012-04-01 04:09 am
[IC] Appointments
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[action | february 27th ] NSFW
[ Even if Erwin had somehow misread the signs leading up to this, the way he willingly tips his throat into Erwin's touch would be more than enough to tell him what Kakashi was interested in at this point. And Erwin hadn't misread the signs, anyway. Though Kakashi is a guarded man, masked both literally and figuratively, and Erwin is finding it a welcome challenge to begin unraveling him, he'd made no secret of his flirtations, at least.
There is a heat in Kakashi's visible eye that he recognizes, and as he flexes the fingers around his throat, Erwin feels something he knows to be similar beginning to spread within himself. It's a familiar sensation, a slow burn that starts in the mind and seeps slowly but surely to every nerve.
He's never really found that purple heart next to Kakashi's name very curious. He knows that he finds Kakashi valuable and interesting, and those are perhaps the two most attractive qualities one could possess as far as Erwin is concerned.
But he's always had rules about his sexual partners: only civilians, no one he knows well. Which means no subordinates, and no allies. But that hadn't stopped him from fucking Levi last night (though, in his defense, it had stopped him from fucking Levi for the six-someodd years leading up to last night), and apparently it isn't going to stop him from fucking Kakashi now. Kakashi has made clear that is what he wants, despite his half-hearted struggling, and Erwin is sure that they'll be able to continue to work well together despite any dalliances. While still not advisable, this is far less dangerous on a personal level than his tryst with Levi had been. ]
Do you find this sufficiently compromising, Commander?
[ His voice is deceptively even and his eyes are bright, watching Kakashi with a level of focused intensity that many find unnerving. But this is how Erwin normally looks at the world. It's simply rare that he brings it all to bear on a single person. ]
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The way it cuts right through you, discerning and careful and calculated. Steady like the hand around his throat, which squeezes just a little tighter. Makes it just a little more difficult to breathe. Kakashi knows how easy it would be for Erwin to keep on squeezing, how vulnerable he is in this position, but there's something about this sort of power dynamic that ignites a spark within him, hotter than lightning. The thought that he's giving Erwin this moment, giving him control, letting him hold his life in his hand like this -- it sends a tremor of desire down his spine and drags the smirk under his mask up a little more sharply.
It's at that point Kakashi stops pretending to struggle, simply tilting his chin up a little more, exposing more of his neck to Erwin. ]
Mmm, I don't know, Commander. I can think of a few more ways we can make this even more compromising.
[ The words come out in a heated murmur.
Kakashi's no stranger to this kind of play, and certainly isn't adverse to the idea of taking their... alliance to a different level. So long as messy emotions aren't involved, he doesn't see why there'd be any problems. ]
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Part of the trouble with not having a consistent sexual partner--or, rather, not having a sexual partner he trusted enough--is that it's been difficult for Erwin to explore some of the more delicate (more dangerous) sexual practices he's most interested in. This, for example. He would never subject someone he didn't believe could handle it to this sort of treatment, teetering on the edge of threatening. That isn't to say that he doesn't normally fuck hard and rough--he does, it's what he prefers--but that, given that he chooses unaffiliated civilian lovers, he simply wouldn't feel comfortable exercising so much power over them, or allowing them to exert power over him, no matter how much he craves the feeling. It's something he's always wanted, really: to test both his strength and his partner's by rigidly upholding his own authority, and again by releasing that grip and allowing them to command him instead. Strength on opposite ends of the spectrum.
But Luceti is opening a few new doors in that regard, and even if he isn't quite ready to keep certain doors ajar (no matter how much he might want to), some are easier than others. It's easier than it should be to watch the way Kakashi's lips move beneath his mask (what's beneath, he wonders now more than ever before), to hold his gaze with concentration, to enjoy the rumble of his voice when it's pitched to arouse. ]
As can I.
[ His voice is low, rough. Compared to last night this is so, so simple, and it feels freeing to swing a leg over Kakashi's and grind his knee against his groin, intent on hearing him groan in either pain or pleasure. It hardly matters to him which. ]
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He can't remember how long it's been since he's had a man look at him with the sort of look in Erwin's eyes. The kind of look that strips him down while simultaneously questioning if this is really what he wants. And if he had been even a little uncertain, or had any doubt that this might not be the best idea after all, the moment Erwin's hand engulfs his throat and presses down on his Adam's apple, choking off just enough breath and blood to make his lungs burn, his heart stutter, and his head spin with desire, he knows he could not possibly want anything else right now.
He's been in control for so long, never letting himself go, that he's almost forgotten how good it feels to not have to be in control for even just a moment. To not have to pretend he's not as broken, as fucked up as he really is. All these long months without any avenue for release. All these horrible experiments and missions and the constant reminder of how deeply he'd failed every time he looks at his sensei or Kushina, and Kakashi couldn't let go for even a second. Couldn't unravel the way he's wanted to do so for so long, because there's never been anyone here who could do this for him. Until now.
His pulse surges, adrenaline rushing through him in a hot wave as he realizes that this is really happening. He almost thought it never would again for as long as he was here alone, and his usual partners were back there in the war, but here they are, and Kakashi can't stop the tremor of anticipation that travels down his spine. Can't hide it from Erwin, even if he tried, when he's wanted this for months. To let someone else take him by the reins or the throat, let them use him, abuse him, fuck him, and he almost doesn't even care if he doesn't get off, or if it hurts. If it's not nearly as pleasant as it could be, because they're in the middle of a fucking forest and the ground beneath him is frozen and hard, and sunlight throws their bodies into sharp relief against the pale, grey terrain.
With one hand, Erwin holds control Kakashi doesn't simply relinquish, but surrenders with silver lashes dropping to half-mast over a lust-blown gaze. A choked-off rattle of sound, half a gasp, half a groan of surprise, rumbles against Erwin's hand as the other's knee brushes hard and rough against his crotch, sending a wave of pleasure and desire straight through his body, a hot pulse of blood right to his cock. And just like that, he's growing hard, lengthening and thickening under his pants and against the knee that rubs against him so intently.
Kakashi can't even get a word out, not with the way Erwin compresses his throat, and not with the sudden intensity of sensation that jackhammers through him with how aware he's suddenly become of the feeling of Erwin's hand, the calluses that brush his skin, the strength of those fingers that twine just so. The strong, muscular thigh that presses against his junk, which he rides right up against with a shameless roll of the hips.
Yeah, he fucking wants this. ]
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The ground must be hard against his back, as hard as Erwin's knee pressing mercilessly against him. It only becomes that much more unyielding as he feels Kakashi's cock stirring, and he presses harder still, giving him something to rut against.
They're really going to fuck right here, aren't they? In the open, with the chill air of winter still lingering and nothing but the hard-packed ground beneath them. Erwin might have wished he were more prepared if he didn't so enjoy the spontaneity of this, the way they've slipped so seamlessly from talking to fucking, and how it felt so natural to do so when not a word had been said about it beforehand. They've spent the last few weeks together both conversing and enjoying one another's company in silence. Erwin can appreciate someone like Kakashi, someone on his own wavelength. He can't say that he's thought about sex with him until today, but now that he has thought about it, he wonders how he hadn't considered it before, what with the natural interest they seemed to take in one another. But even if he had thought about it, he would never have acted on it. That didn't become possible until today.
He'll make up for his lack of forethought with action. His own heart-rate is elevated, he can hear it in his ears over the silence of the winter-bare forest around them, and it's the look in Kakashi's eye more than anything that makes his blood pound, and he can feel himself beginning to get hard as they keep eye contact. But he wants to see more.
The hand that had been pinning Kakashi's wrist down moves now to his face, fingertips sliding along his jaw over the mask, thumb swiping across his lips through the fabric. He traces lightly along the edge, following the curve where the mask ends, but he doesn't move it. Not yet. ]
May I?
[ With as many liberties as he is taking with Kakashi right now, the question might not be expected. But ultimately Erwin doesn't want to overstep personal boundaries, and his gaze turns from playful to steel-hard serious in a blink. As much as he would like to see the entire range of Kakashi's expressions--often the most fulfilling aspect of sex for Erwin--he won't presume to intrude on something that Kakashi might consider private. And if he goes to the extent of appearing to mask himself even while eating and drinking, it certainly won't mean nothing to him to have that concealing layer peeled away. ]
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He feels too much, when he shouldn't feel at all.
It's why he usually only ever shows his face when he thinks he's in complete control. When he thinks he has nothing to hide, or when he just doesn't give a fuck enough to care. Or when he trusts someone completely, enough to put his life in their hands. Enough to let them hold him down and fuck him with a hand around the throat that could crush or caress or simply hold.
He doesn't have to be in control of this, in control of himself, to know he can trust the hand that holds him now. To know that he can show Erwin what he hides under his mask and not feel vulnerable, or too exposed. And that's really what this comes down to, isn't it. How exposed he will feel by this. How much he thinks Erwin will see without a mask to cover his face.
He thinks he might just let Erwin pull his mask down if he tries, because he knows what comes after -- hard, devouring kisses, intended to consume the other. And maybe Erwin will be so distracted by the kissing that he won't even have time to really study what he reads on Kakashi's face, which is what Kakashi always told himself when he brought home comrades, partners he could trust to do to him what Erwin is doing right now.
Through the roar of his pulse thudding in his ears, and the surge of pleasure from Erwin's knee encouraging him to rut (and he does, undulating his hips with purpose, grinding the growing bulge at the front of his pants against the hard surface, all the while breathing heavily, audibly through his mask), Kakashi realizes belatedly that Erwin'd freed one of his hands and is caressing the side of his face, right where the edge of his mask begins. Realizes that his mouth is shaping words, and those words are requesting permission. It occurs to Kakashi then that it matters to Erwin that this is his choice, not Erwin's. And just like that, any reservation or doubt he might have had about pulling down his mask evaporates.
He brings his free hand up to mold over Erwin's, and wordlessly, curls both their fingers into the edge of his mask and peels it down.
He never much considered himself to be particularly spectacular or attractive, especially when he boasts a nose that's a little crooked from all the times he's had it broken and didn't bother to get it properly healed; when a scar splits his left eye (which is still hidden under his hitai-ate), and another cuts across the left corner of his mouth, which isn't too full or too thin -- simply average; when tinier scars criss-cross over his jaw and throat. It's not a perfect face, and he isn't even clean-shaven -- he rarely ever is, as the mask chafes over freshly shaved skin. Nothing too impressive, and nothing to be embarrassed by.
But even still, he hopes Erwin at least likes what he sees, or finds it acceptable. ]
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When Kakashi's face is bared, Erwin takes a long few moments to simply look at him, absorbing the features he normally hides from the world. The scars stand out most, of course, draw his eye immediately. His thumb rests against the one at the corner of his lips, but that only serves to draw his eye to Kakashi's lips themselves, and the notes the curve of them, how they part as he draws breath as well as he can with Erwin still restricting him. Erwin's thumb slides over them, pressing down on the lower one until it gives enough that the pad of his thumb slides between, meets a row of teeth before it can go any further.
Are the scars the largest reason he hides his face, or is it simply for the sake of secrecy, for concealing his expressions? Now is not the time, nor the place to ask.
His thumb draws out of Kakashi's mouth and swipes, slightly wet, over his cheek, catching on the stubble there. By contrast, Erwin is impeccably clean-shaven most days, but he doesn't mind in the least. He traces up past Kakshi's eye and over the line of his brow before pushing up further, fingers threading into silvery hair gently at first, innocuously, before tightening, forcing his head to tilt back further. Only then does Erwin's grip on his throat ease and then release entirely, that hand bracing on the ground beside Kakashi's head, making way for Erwin to lean down and lay slow, wet kisses where his hand had been a moment ago, and like this they are parallel, very nearly chest to chest, and Erwin's mouth has worked its way up beneath Kakashi's chin, along his jaw, tongue tracing over the shell of his ear before his teeth sink into the lobe briefly. And still his hand in Kakashi's hair is iron-firm, keeping his head just where he wants it.
When he finally kisses his lips, it isn't desperate or hungry, but controlled and demanding, authoritative. Their teeth click together briefly before Erwin's tongue pushes into Kakashi's mouth, and his fingers in his hair somehow wind tighter. It's all strategic, the way Erwin's tongue traces along his palate again and again, enough to drive Kakashi to desperation before he grants him a full, deep kiss. ]