heavenlydecree | the moon is rising on this dangerous night //

the moon is rising on this dangerous night //

[Takatora had, as usual, buried himself in work all day. He'd even stayed out far later than usual due to a few back-to-back business meetings, though he'd been kind enough to spare a few moments to let Mitsuzane know. He didn't want his younger brother to worry about where he was or why he wasn't home on time. Unfortunately, he was a bit vague with saying "probably around midnight". It had been one of those nights, meetings followed by outings and social drinking. Takatora had honestly never cared for it, but it was something he did because it made business partners happy. People talked a lot more when they had alcohol in their system as well, but Takatora had been careful to be polite in his acceptance of drinks while still going slow enough to maintain his composure. There was always the sinking concern that someone would manipulate information out of him while he was vulnerable. He couldn't allow that to happen.

By the time he returns home, it's closer to twelve-thirty. His clothing and everything about him smells of smoke and alcohol. It makes him a bit self-conscious, knowing it's completely out of character for him. He'd even, on one of his rare instances, accepted a cigarette from a colleague. It was a strange and nostalgic happening, but Takatora had thoroughly washed his mouth out afterwards. Still, the smell of smoke from that and the bar itself clung to him.

Takatora rubs at the back of his neck as he walks through the home, anxious to change out of his clothes. However, in passing Mitsuzane's door, he hesitates and then doubles back. It would be best to check on him in case he'd waited up. So he knocks, careful and light.]

Mitsuzane?

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[This dual personality thing is really doing a number on Takatora. ... and his body. It takes a few moments, a few long moments before he can begin to form words. What... What should he say? He doesn't want to stop, even though they should. ... is Mitsuzane ready for this? Should he really allow them to keep going? Even if it's what Mitsuzane wants.....

Takatora squirms under Mitsuzane's gaze, then clears his throat and turns his head away.]

... whatever you'd like... ... is acceptable...

[... he should be more clear, shouldn't he? Takatora's face flushes more.]

... you can do what you like with me.

[Oh this is horrible... If there was any sort of hell, Takatora's sure this would be enough to send him there. ... but he's sure he's already going anyway, if there is one.]

Ah? But nii-san, this is supposed to be about both of us, not just one of us...

[He lets his brother's wrists go and presses down on the base of his windpipe again, long enough for Takatora to struggle a little bit, before letting go and bending to kiss the skin gently. He slides down a bit so that he's positioned a bit further back, and tugs at his own nightshirt.]

Ah... this is getting in the way, isn't it? If I want to show you anything interesting...

[Slowly, carefully, he tugs at the sleeves, before stopping.]

Maybe not yet... I don't even know if nii-san would like that. Nii-san's been so quiet... I wonder if nii-san is okay~.

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[Oh for god's sake. Takatora gasps in another breath, a bit more uncomfortable that time, but the kiss seems to comfort him. The tugging of Mitsuzane's shirt flusters him a bit. Being called out on his silence makes Takatora fumble for words again.]

A-ah... Forgive me... ... this... ... I'm distracted...

[By staring at his brother and wondering how in the world he got wrapped up in this.]

[He chuckles a little bit, tugging at his shirt once more.]

Well, since you apologized...

[He tugs his shirt off slowly, up over his head before he finally frees himself from it, setting it to the side and rolling his shoulders to show off his muscles. Maybe it's not the most proper... but he so rarely gets to show those off.]

Ah... how does nii-san like me now?

[That... well... it's something Takatora hasn't seen in a very long time. And in this context, seeing Mitsuzane's exposed skin has an entirely different meaning. He takes a long, deep breath, before he puts his hands on Mitsuzane's hips, at least as much as he can from their current positioning. In one (mildly clumsy) movement, Takatora attempts to hold him while turning to throw his brother onto the bed to lean over him.]

Ah!

[He lets out a somewhat surprised yelp, but it's not bad. He gazes up at his brother, smiling a little.]

Ah... nii-san... you want to get a closer look? That's fine with me...

[He reaches up to run his fingers down his brother's jawline, lingering for a few moments before he drops his hand.]

[Takatora shivers at the taunt, having expected Mitsuzane would give up once he was in this position. ... the fact that he hasn't isn't entirely unwelcome, but a part of Takatora really wants to fight him for control. He tightly grips Mitsuzane's hips in his hands, leaning down to press the other into a kiss so strong and desperate that it's practically bruising. When he pulls back, he follows it up with a short, sweet brush of his lips as a sort of apology.

... which is short lived, considering Takatora's mouth is moving along Mitsuzane's jaw, up to the top of his throat and alternating lightly nipping, licking, or kissing at various spots. He trails his attention down the side of Mitsuzane's throat, biting down a bit harder at his collar, though not enough to leave a mark. ... or at least not a long-lasting one.]

[Oh. Oh. He kisses him back, sloppy but desperate, and tilts his head into Takatora's kisses. When he moves down to his throat and bites down though, he lets out a soft moan, tilting his head back.]

Ah! Nii-san... please...

[He'd never really imagined that this kind of thing could feel so good, even at the start. He'd thought that it had to be worked up to, but it already feels really nice. He reaches up to tangle his fingers in the back of Takatora hair, letting out a soft sigh.]

Please what?

[Takatora's... trying to keep up, but it's hard. He gives an apologetic kiss to the site of his bite, rubbing circles with his thumbs against Mitsuzane's hips. The fingers tangled in his hair feels amazing, despite everything else that keeps happening between them. He presses a kiss to Mitsuzane's collarbone, then brushes his lips down the other's chest. There's a momentary pause where he nips at the skin again, then runs his tongue over the spot. It's still not enough to leave lasting marks, but... well... he's not being as gentle as he normally would.]

Keep... keep touching me... it feels really good...

[He moans again, louder, at the nip at his chest and he tenses and relaxes under his brother's touch.]

Please... please...

[It's almost desperate, but he doesn't care right now. It's not like Takatora is going to say anything to anyone. He just needs his brother to keep touching him and never stop.]

[Takatora makes an amused noise at that, running his hands from Mitsuzane's hips up his sides, keeping his touch firm. It's... he doesn't want to push too far, so he's still trying to play safe for now. He brushes his lips back up Mitsuzane's chest, to the collar opposite the one he'd bitten before, and lightly sucks at the spot, just barely, to make sure he doesn't leave a mark.]

[He strokes his brother's hair gently, murmuring softly.]

Ah... that's good, nii-san... that's really... really good.

[He idly wonders just how much experience Takatora has, and then dismisses the thought. That's not something to think of now.]

Please... do what you like to me...

[Part of him is screaming not to give up control, but giving up control now could be useful later. He runs his fingers down the back of Takatora's head to his neck, brushing the skin softly.]

[The line makes Takatora laugh briefly against Mitsuzane's skin, though he turns the brush of his lips into another kiss to quiet it. He brings up one hand to run his fingers through Mitsuzane's hair, lightly tangling his fingers in it. He pulls back, then hesitates slightly before giving Mitsuzane a simple, chaste kiss.]

You really do sound like me...

Maybe I do...

[He kisses Takatora back, more intently, trying to pull him in a bit more. Now that he's gotten worked up he's a bit more desperate, struggling to keep his breath even.]

[Takatora smiles against Mitsuzane's lips, kissing him again and giving a light tug to the other's hair.]

... it doesn't feel real. All of this...

It is. It's real. I'm here...

[He gasps slightly, and tightens his grip on the back of Takatora's neck. The teasing is nice, but he's just afraid he's going to not last long enough.]

[. . . Takatora hesitates, then tugs a bit harder, wrapping the strands around his fingers before doing so. He's known it to be a preference of his own, and they seem to match up fairly evenly on their kinks so far, so... Would that work as well?

Regardless, Takatora gives Mitsuzane's lip a light nip, and then another apologetic kiss.]

[He lets out a gasp and then another moan, hand slipping down as he loses himself in the sensation.]

Oh... that...

[He flushes, his neck starting to color as well. Takatora is good at this. Has he really been so obvious?]

... that feels good?

[Takatora smiles at the blush, though he seems a bit awkward at ... talking like this in bed. It's not bad, just unfamiliar and entirely out of his usual character. ... well, aside from the attitude and authority he tries to channel as Zangetsu. Or the Overseer. But to exercise that kind of authority in bed? ... he's not sure how much he likes it.

He pulls again, experimentally a bit harder, then gently rubs at Mitsuzane's scalp to get the pain to subside.]

My beautiful little brother...

Yes... it does.

[His eyes slip closed, and he shifts a bit, rolling his hips at the feeling.]

Nii-san... ah... I want you to make me feel even better...

[He can feel himself responding, his pants starting to tent a little bit. He blushes even darker, knowing that Takatora can probably see it.]

Is it okay that... that I want you to do even more to me? I just want to be close to you, nii-san...

[He pitches his voice up a bit more than he really needs to, but he just wants to keep this going for as long as he can.]

I don't want to hurt you.

[Well, not... ... not more than Mitsuzane wants, but if that is something Mitsuzane wants.... He's overthinking again, isn't he?

Takatora seems to stumble over himself again, flustering enough that he has to avert his gaze for a moment. For someone usually in such strong control of his surroundings, how was he failing so miserably now?]

I can take a lot more than you think I can, nii-san...

[He reaches out to tilt Takatora's chin back to face him again as he opens his eyes once more. His smile turns into a little bit of a grin, though not too much. It's a little hard to stay in control now.]

Please... I want you to... make me feel good...

[That phrasing catches Takatora a bit off guard. He allows Mitsuzane to turn his head, though he briefly looks away again.]

I... ... I'm not sure we should go much further...

... Why not?

[He frowns, pulling his hand away. Is he afraid? Why is he so afraid?]

It'll be okay...

[... does he really want to admit something like this?]

I don't want you to think less of me. ... and I... I-I'm not sure I'm ready...

[His voice quiets at the end of that. It's almost painful to say, but he wants to be honest.]

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