summer catchall

[yourlenore]

Who: Mishka & some poor unfortunate souls
What: Bingo et al.
When: Summer
Where: Anywhere
Warnings: NSFW & insects

Sometimes I feel tenderly
opened up, wet and revealed as if cut
in two.

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[yourlenore]

( Master bed for the bugs, regular bed for Mishka. His children deserve the luxury.

Ah, so that's what it was. Well, if anything, he seems pleased - if Ryuki's requesting something rough himself, perhaps his tolerance for a bit of shenanigans is a bit broader than he'd expected. (If only Mishka knew...)

His fingers curl lightly into Ryuki's hair, as if testing his grip - tugging the strands from the scalp with a surprisingly steely touch. )

I would argue that I'm rougher than I am sweet.

( Because he says sweet things often, and he does not say them falsely, but they are not his heart. His heart is the brambles in the churches; his heart is knives beneath the skin. It is not that he revels in suffering, particularly - it is that hurt is the language he best knows.

He slips an arm around Ryuki's waist without particular explanation, and pulls him close as he can - nearly chest to chest, if Ryuki will let him. )

You will have to figure out some way to tell me if you truly begin to dislike something I do, yes?

( And then he yanks with a sudden sharpness, twisting Ryuki's head back by the hair with startling force - he isn't abnormally strong, but it's clear he's quite used to doing this for more brutal business, and he's used to keeping a person still this way, the neck forced into an appealing arch. )

[unsync]

[ I hate it here the hardest part is having appropriate icons because I didn't consider. You can have this icon, it's funny.

He does not seem to mind, lids flickering at the first tug. A little test, and one he seems to find relief in. Daresay, perhaps a bit eager for it, finding more comfort in this than sweets and affection. Mishka isn't the only one who speaks best in hurt than most, certainly in different shades, both surely unwillingly, but that's their lot in life. There is no resistance from him, willfully pliable. ]

Yeah -- uh!

[ He winces as can be expected from the suddenness, eyes shut from the brief sharp sensation traveling from his scalp -- and his body protests at first, but his brain soon accepts it once the feeling is more sustained.

Fortunately for him, he'll know exactly what his limits are, because Tama will tell him no matter the cost. She WILL blueball Mishka without hesitation if it means keeping Ryuki safe. In other words, he can fully lean into this sensation with little care.

He opens one eye blearily, looking at Mishka through eyes just short of glazing over, still just attentive enough to remember how this works. Tama would kill him too if he didn't set ip a safeword, because she's a true practitioner. ]

Yeah, I'll say -- [ what's a good safeword... ] -- ABIS if I need you to stop.

[yourlenore]

( You're in good company, I only have 15 and they're krunk from doing so much lifting already,

Really, Mishka is not a proper practitioner of these kinds of things— no one had ever used an actual safeword with him, and even if he were to argue, they weren't the sort to listen. So he has taken on these habits, and meant sincerely that Ryuki would have to find some way to communicate it - but, callously, it wasn't to be his responsibility.

Fortunately for Ryuki, Mishka is callous, but he is not indifferent, like the people before him. While the sudden interjection surprises him, he seems to log it. )

... Very well. Abyss it is.

( He'll credit Ryuki with having enough self-respect to insist on a safeword, not knowing there's a small woman in his eye calling the shots here.

Regardless, he can tell Ryuki likes it from expression alone, and that's enough to get him back into the rhythm of things, somewhat. Where was he... He yanks Ryuki's hair back to pull him proper down against the bed, Mishka climbing over him with the strange sway of a predator. )

Do you like it when it hurts? ( He presses his knee between Ryuki's legs, grinding down-- leaning in against the curve of his neck, breath warm. ) Or do you simply prefer it when you're manhandled, without regard for how?

( He grip twists to keep Ryuki's head steady and better sink his fangs in - so he can bite down, sharply, with proper intent to leave a brutal mark. Mishka was here, as it were. )

[unsync]

[ Makes you more icons for more expressive shitposting.

Honestly, the only reason Ryuki is so familiar with these is solely because of Tama, because Tama cares more for Ryuki than Ryuki does. It's nice to have someone in your corner when you're otherwise just God's least favourite princess. Sometimes, he really does just follow bare minimum, though.

He makes some kind of grunt of exertion when he's yanked downward, feeling mattress against his back -- a brief anxiety swells up his chest, emerging in an exhale. He looks up at Mishka, but his vision is unfocused, mouth slightly open. It takes him longer than it should to process the words asked of him through his brain fog, and when he parses it as an 'or', he just shakes his head. Slightly. In the realm he can. ]

Either. Both.

[ Something -- it doesn't matter as he curls, winces at the bite, but not necessarily in dislike. Congratulations, you have found yourself a masochist, ]