I dunno -- that might be one I'd be fine ... with losing.
[ Dante almost growls the words out, though, his pupils dark and wide as he watches V back for his hand, resisting the urge to squeeze too-tight -- he doesn't want V to get off that easily. literally.
abruptly, his hands leave V entirely, the only thing keeping him on the desk now being the cane sword in his palm; Dante's hands are moving to his own pants, the denim feeling too-restrictive as hard as he is. ]
[V's body almost curls in on himself when dante's hand leaves him, groaning. he lifts his head to watch him, panting, sweat making a few strands of hair stick to his face.
his gaze moves from dante to his pinned hand, and despite himself, he tries to wiggle one of his fingers, which just sends another shot of pain through him, making him hiss angrily]
[ Dante says, as if Raven's being the impatient one here when he's just as hard, just as needy; when he presses up between Raven's legs he's rock-hard, his arousal even more apparent now that he's out of his own pants.
he groans, throaty at the friction and rocks again, just against the underside of Raven's cock, hands moving back to other man's legs -- digging into his thighs. ]
[raven opens his mouth to complain again, to growl and tell him to get on with it already but it dies in his throat as soon as dante rocks up against him, seguing into a low moan.
here he is, pinned to dante's desk by his own sword, chest spattered in dante's blood, rutting up against the man like an animal. there's so much about this situation that feels wrong, but even more about it that feels perfect.]
Dante...
[dante's name leaves V's mouth like a sigh, like a prayer, soft and low and pleading]
[ it sends a chill down his spine hearing his name like that. it doesn't have quite the same effect another voice would (would anything? also, should he be thinking of that right now??) but it's still intoxicating to hear and Raven looks good like this with his hand pinned and his body splattered with Dante's own blood.
his fingernails curl little crescent moon into Raven's skin, quickly getting bloody with the force he can apply as he ruts against him, seeking that messy, slick friction with a low grunt. he wants more than this, he wants to fuck Raven into the desk but there's enough steps between what they're doing right now and then that that he can't help but get distracted, seek the more immediate pleasure. ]
[raven tosses his head back with a hiss as dante draws blood, and when he looks back at him his eyes are bright and sharp]
So... impatient.
[he rolls his hips up in a sinuous line, one leg winding around dante's waist, as he watches him with a hungry gaze. it's fine if dante doesn't fuck him right away; he wants it but he's just as impatient as dante is at this point]
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[ Dante almost growls the words out, though, his pupils dark and wide as he watches V back for his hand, resisting the urge to squeeze too-tight -- he doesn't want V to get off that easily. literally.
abruptly, his hands leave V entirely, the only thing keeping him on the desk now being the cane sword in his palm; Dante's hands are moving to his own pants, the denim feeling too-restrictive as hard as he is. ]
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his gaze moves from dante to his pinned hand, and despite himself, he tries to wiggle one of his fingers, which just sends another shot of pain through him, making him hiss angrily]
How long are you going to take...?
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[ Dante says, as if Raven's being the impatient one here when he's just as hard, just as needy; when he presses up between Raven's legs he's rock-hard, his arousal even more apparent now that he's out of his own pants.
he groans, throaty at the friction and rocks again, just against the underside of Raven's cock, hands moving back to other man's legs -- digging into his thighs. ]
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here he is, pinned to dante's desk by his own sword, chest spattered in dante's blood, rutting up against the man like an animal. there's so much about this situation that feels wrong, but even more about it that feels perfect.]
Dante...
[dante's name leaves V's mouth like a sigh, like a prayer, soft and low and pleading]
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his fingernails curl little crescent moon into Raven's skin, quickly getting bloody with the force he can apply as he ruts against him, seeking that messy, slick friction with a low grunt. he wants more than this, he wants to fuck Raven into the desk but there's enough steps between what they're doing right now and then that that he can't help but get distracted, seek the more immediate pleasure. ]
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So... impatient.
[he rolls his hips up in a sinuous line, one leg winding around dante's waist, as he watches him with a hungry gaze. it's fine if dante doesn't fuck him right away; he wants it but he's just as impatient as dante is at this point]