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.

Comments

[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, ]