[Let's be real, Yasuragi ripping his face and skin off to use as a cape isn't actually Phoenix's fetish. Not even adjacent. He's not a fan.
On the other hand the very carefully gentle way he's being flipped onto his back in contrast to the monstrous transformation is, in fact, both endearing and oddly hot.
His breath catches, heart pounding in a mix of plain confusion for what he's looking at and arousal over the careful handling.
It's kind of a lot.
He reaches up to trace the bone under one eye socket, letting his hand keep going, down over the skull and then the cage of bone trapping the grotesque, translucent organs, until he reaches a hip with foliage and vines.
He could be grossed out, Yasuragi's form is indeed monstrous, but he's more curious than anything, not repulsed simply because he loves this man. He's not into the bones and organs and thorns but he's definitely a bit excited about the strangeness, which might be kind of twisted but he's not going to apologize for finding Yasuragi fascinating and attractive no matter what.
Once he's done taking a moment to really take in what Yasuragi looks like he tilts his head back up to meet strangely black eyes, presses up so the talons on his stomach leave indents, his hips rolling upward in a legitimately slutty way, still hard.]
[ turns his hand with the roll of Phoenix's hips, letting the drag of his talons leave a curve of shallow white scratches under Phoenix's ribs. honestly Phoenix probably can't see Yasuragi smile around the beak, but he can certainly hear it in his voice ]
[He's never actually done begging but he's sure he can figure it out. Maybe? He's definitely going to try, even if he turns scarlet. The little scratches make him gasp and tighten a hand in the sheets. But it's not even painful, just stimulating, exciting.]
I want you.
[So, winging it on begging. How? How. Just say whatever you're thinking maybe, surely it'll work out.]
Right now, like this, and all the time really. I want to get caught up in you and I want you to [a single hesitation as he veers between delicate and vulgar and decides on the one that's harder to say, makes him more embarrassed because it's rougher.] To fuck me, to have me, I want you all kinds of ways and right now isn't an exception.
[This isn't quite being though is it? What's missing?]
Please. Yasuragi, I can't even see it but I can hear you smiling and I want to know what else your voice can sound like right now.
[He's super embarrassed and turned on but also entirely intently focused on Yasuragi. His own embarrassment isn't that big a deal if it's part of what Yasuragi wants, if he can convey even a little of his desire through words, even awkwardly.]
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On the other hand the very carefully gentle way he's being flipped onto his back in contrast to the monstrous transformation is, in fact, both endearing and oddly hot.
His breath catches, heart pounding in a mix of plain confusion for what he's looking at and arousal over the careful handling.
It's kind of a lot.
He reaches up to trace the bone under one eye socket, letting his hand keep going, down over the skull and then the cage of bone trapping the grotesque, translucent organs, until he reaches a hip with foliage and vines.
He could be grossed out, Yasuragi's form is indeed monstrous, but he's more curious than anything, not repulsed simply because he loves this man. He's not into the bones and organs and thorns but he's definitely a bit excited about the strangeness, which might be kind of twisted but he's not going to apologize for finding Yasuragi fascinating and attractive no matter what.
Once he's done taking a moment to really take in what Yasuragi looks like he tilts his head back up to meet strangely black eyes, presses up so the talons on his stomach leave indents, his hips rolling upward in a legitimately slutty way, still hard.]
Do I have to beg?
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Yes.
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[He's never actually done begging but he's sure he can figure it out. Maybe? He's definitely going to try, even if he turns scarlet. The little scratches make him gasp and tighten a hand in the sheets. But it's not even painful, just stimulating, exciting.]
I want you.
[So, winging it on begging. How? How. Just say whatever you're thinking maybe, surely it'll work out.]
Right now, like this, and all the time really. I want to get caught up in you and I want you to [a single hesitation as he veers between delicate and vulgar and decides on the one that's harder to say, makes him more embarrassed because it's rougher.] To fuck me, to have me, I want you all kinds of ways and right now isn't an exception.
[This isn't quite being though is it? What's missing?]
Please. Yasuragi, I can't even see it but I can hear you smiling and I want to know what else your voice can sound like right now.
[He's super embarrassed and turned on but also entirely intently focused on Yasuragi. His own embarrassment isn't that big a deal if it's part of what Yasuragi wants, if he can convey even a little of his desire through words, even awkwardly.]