#lacivient

@lacivient​​ ‘s   fox    »    ( from fox. ) dramatic sigh as vulpine curls further to nightshade's neck, mimicking the swipe of tears. ' baby, i'm just so tired — ' faux sniffle, almost, /almost/ convincingly despondent performance. ' — of having this fat, juicy, monster cock. it hurts my /back/. '

      blake  should  be  used  to  this  by  now   ,   &.  in  a  way  she  is   ,   but  who  ever  said  she  had  to  put  up  with  it  silently   ?   there’s  a  hum  in  the  back  of  nightshade’s  throat  as  she  presses  lips  to  crown  of  messy  crimson  strands   ,   all  sweet   &.   with  a  deceptive  smile  ‘pon  pretty  lips  whilst  slowly  moving  to  sit  behind  him.   ❝ mm   ,   my  poor  baby. ❞  she  says  on  honeyed  tonality   ,   though  not  without  spiced  undertones  that  would  surely  linger  on  the  tip  of  her  tongue  for  the  rest  of  the  night  without  regrets.  fox  has  left  quite  the  impression  on  the  girl  who  thought  herself  to  be  naught  but  shattered  bones   &.   distant  shadows   ;   he  should’ve  known  this  sort  of  thing  would  backfire  on  him  sooner  or  later   ,   no   ?   kisses  to  shoulder.   blake’s  hands  move  under  his  shirt   ,   massaging  from  shoulder  blades   &.   down  to  his  lower  back  where  thumbs  work  slow  yet  firm  circles  where  she  assumes  the  ‘  pain  ‘  is  most  centered.  

     "want you to stay just like this, kneeling pretty for me, okay?" rèn's voice came out on a coo, mellifluous and yet still firm, and he ran two fingers down jaune's spine experimentally. when he came to the crest of rounded ass, kept so high for him, rèn stopped and leaned down to kiss the curve of one cheek. blond was spread perfectly for rèn's access in the way he was pressed chest to floor and backside in the air, rèn couldn't help but finally graze fingertips down over puckered entrance. "that's my boy …"

@lacivient​​  said  :   jaune's still somewhat hesitant about initiating things like this, no matter how slow and gentle he is about it. what started as simply standing behind her, resting hands on blake's hips, kissing her shoulder evolved into more. one hand rose beneath familiar hoodie to palm over breast, roll a nipple between finger and thumb. the other toyed with the elastic of her panties, rubbing over concealed heat before slipping them inside. he breathed out on lovesick sigh. ' tu es si belle. '

      blake  will  forever  find  it  difficult  to  comprehend  just  what  she  did  (  or  what  even  jaune  did  for  that  matter  )  to  open  up  like  this  ,  to  roll  over  &.  expose  the  soft  flesh  of  belly  so  knight  may  flay  the  beast  open  for  vulnerabilities  to  be  exposed  on  such  a  grandeur  scale  like  this  . . .  but  if  nightshade  is  to  be  more  truthful  ,  she  wouldn ‘ t  have  this  any  other  way.  wouldn ‘ t  have  him  any  other  way.   she  finds  it  laughable  when  she  thinks  back  on  how  utterly  terrified  she  used  to  be  of  touches  like  jaune ‘ s  ,  how  blake  would  hold  his  healing  light  at  arms  length  as  if  in  some  sort  of  denial  for  what  would  ultimately  bloom  into  a  flurry  of  lively  ,  glowing  petals  &.  a  love  that  overflows  akin  to  sweet  nectar  ,  a  honey  both  dawn  &.  atropa  have  become  drunk  from.  destiny  comes  from  jaune  coming  to  slowly  re - piece  blake ‘ s  shattered  being  shard  by  shard  ,  loving  all  of  them  like  a  worshiper  to  something  holy  ,  until  she  can  love  herself  more  &.  him  like  she  so  desperately  wants  to.  want  ,  want  ,  want.  normally  blake  would  startle  &.  react  in  fight  or  flight  when  approached  from  behind  ,  but  she  can  feel  jaune ‘ s  presence  in  her  space  from  miles  away.  his  touch  o ‘ er  milky  flesh  will  never  not  send  heart  &.  mind  into  a  tizzy  ,  breath  hitching  in  the  back  of  belladonna ‘ s  throat  &.  instead  coming  out  in  airy  gasps  &.  mewls  the  further  he  progresses.  bakeneko  leans  back  into  chest  ,  fanged  enamel  nibbling  upon  lower  lip  as  she  cants  head  aside  so  he  has  more  room  to  lay  claim  to  the  divine  ruin  that  is  skin.  

admittedly, it's a little presumptuous of jaune to have started without ren. maybe the video was a little cruel, but knowing that he'd riled ren up was a pleasure in and of itself. when ren returned to jaune's apartment he'd find the blonde in bed, face smothered into a pillow that still carried ren's scent, preparing himself already. he flopped onto his side when he heard ren's footsteps, glazed blue eyes affectionate, wanting, face flushed. "baby..." he panted, voice wrecked. "how was work?"

     ren’s entire day had been thrown off course by the teasing little video jaune had left him at lunch time, causing ren’s work to suffer due to his distracted thoughts. every so often he’d be able to focus more intently on his job, finally getting back into a rhythm, when the utterly depraved moan jaune had topped the video off with would cross his mind once again. shifting uncomfortably in his seat, he felt the day slow to a crawl while he waited just to get out, waited to scold jaune for making such an awful mess of him in public. once the clock finally ticked towards the end of his shift, he managed to pull himself together enough to give his team a short, curt goodbye before slipping out of sight. frustrated and flushed, he kept his head down the entire way to jaune’s apartment.

unlocking the door to jaune’s apartment — friends with benefits can make keys for each other, right? — ren dropped his bag to the floor, toeing off his shoes as he draped his jacket over a hook in the front closet. by this point his heart rate was elevated again, excitement mixed with frustration mixed with arousal only lending itself towards ren feeling near unbearably warm. he made his way through the apartment, glancing around as he walked towards the other man’s bedroom. biting the inside of his lip, he approached the open doorway.

‘jaune, you insufferable —’

the sight that met him as he rounded the corner would have set anyone alight, and ren felt a gnawing lurch of arousal deep in his abdomen. blond was at the perfect angle to show off every unmistakable curve of his body, ass lifted in the air with three fingers buried deep inside his own heat. needy member glistened with precum, every bit in full view as ren stared, utterly struck by the scene. his own cock twitching for attention, he watched in awe as jaune dropped to his side to meet ren’s gaze. the dark pink tones that dusted the other’s face had ren shaking, but he felt unable to move or even fully process what was happening in front of him. mouth fell open, lips shone with saliva as his tongue darted out to graze them, but it was only once jaune’s broken voice met his ears that dilated pupils finally focused. something primal in ren put an edge on his own voice, a dark growl that reverberated in his chest.

‘fuck work, i’m going to make you say my name like that again.’

three strides toward jaune and ren was crawling onto the bed, one hand grabbing the blond’s knee and spreading his legs apart, pushing him onto his back. settling himself between the other’s thighs, ren reached down and curled two fingers into jaune’s already slick entrance. pumping fingers in and out, he set a hard pace as he leaned down to drag teeth over one of jaune’s nipples, licking and sucking until the bud had hardened nicely enough to take it between his teeth. tugging lightly, he made sure to press up against the blond’s prostate in the same motion, before soothing over the sensitive skin with the tip of his tongue. kissing up across jaune’s chest, he sucked up bright red marks as he went, until he met with the other untouched nipple. already taut with arousal, ren sucked rather hard on that one, before laving over it with a delicate touch. ‘i want to hear every noise you have to offer,’ ren purred, before leaving one last mark over jaune’s pale skin.

sitting upright once more, and pulling his fingers from jaune’s body, ren began undoing the buttons of his shirt. ‘i want to hear every moan,’ he began, making and keeping eye contact as he spoke, ‘pant, and whimper as i take you apart.’ tossing his shirt to the side, he then began on his belt, and next his trousers. ‘i want to hear my name, over and over, as if it’s the most important word you could ever say.’ sliding pants and briefs down his thighs, his aching length freed finally, he shifted to remove the clothing completely. ‘i want to be all you think about for the next week as those bites heal.’ running his nails over the bruised skin of jaune’s chest, ren reached out with his other hand to grab the lubricant sitting open on the blond’s bedside table. spreading some along the pads of his fingers, he slicked up his own member, eyes trailing jaune’s body as he worked himself over slowly.

‘today, jaune, you are mine.’

crawling up between the other’s legs once more, he pressed jaune’s thighs apart further with his own hips, settling himself into a comfortable position to line up the head of his cock with the other man’s willing entrance. leaning down to engage jaune in a hard, heated kiss, he slowly breached the blond’s body until he was seated there as deeply as possible. breaking the kiss, panting ever so slightly and flushed down to his shoulders, ren began to grind his hips into jaune’s, barely providing enough stimulation in order to watch jaune squirm. in a moment of sly confidence, ren brought his lips to the other’s ear.

simply spooning ren on the couch in an attempt to get some sleep was not working, while a novel lay before ren. rousing started slow, with one leg tangling over ren's strong thigh keeping him in place, and then bolder. a hand slipped over toned abdomen and dragging fingers up, up, coming to stroke and tweak at ren's nipples. 'how's your book?' jaune rasped, wolfish grin clear in voice as kisses to ren's neck became nips and bites, open mouthed kisses turning lavish and intimate. 'don't mind me.'

     the novel ren had started that evening was one he'd actually read before, something he hadn't seen in years and had finally gotten a hold of again. he almost hadn't processed the first touch from jaune as anything other than a gesture of uncomfortable slumber, and the leg over his own didn't initially faze him. he kept reading, lost in the storyline, until the leg around him tightened down to keep him from moving. now pressed back against the other's body even further, ren reacted only by glancing down at his hip, to just see the thigh over his own. turning his gaze back to his novel, a small sigh escaped his lips as he felt warm fingertips against his stomach. just as he was about to turn his head to glance at jaune, those fingers settled at his nipples, and ren let out an ever soft gasp.

@lacivient​  ‘ s  fox  said   :    ' c - close. ' words against her mouth, vulpine teeth tugging at her lips. arms follow her own to weave their fingers together and pin hands above blake's head, all the while hips roll against hers with stuttered movements. he shudders, sighs, focuses on the sounds of blake's breathing and pleasured coos. ' blake. ' another thrust and he could feel himself approach tipping point. ' where ? ' back ? stomach ? even the great fox had trouble articulating sometimes.

      &.  when  blake  thinks  back  on  how  petrified  she  had  once  been  of  sex   ,   she  finds  it  nothing  short  of  laughable.  how  easily  the  black  cat  now  falls  into  bed  with  the  cunning  red  fox  now   ,   no  fear  to  be  found   ,   no  flinching  whenever  he  so  much  as  rests  a  hand  on  delicate  flesh.  blake  knows  he  wouldn ‘ t  hurt  her.   the  scratches   &.   lovebites  hewn  along  her  skin  would  not  be  there  out  of  malicious  intent  or  a  vile  display  of  dominance   ,   but  rather  something  out  of  tenderness   &.   adoration.  a  desire  to  make   &.   feel  her  squirm  in  ways  blake  has  never  felt  until  now.  fox  is  of  many  firsts  for  her  it  seems  :   the  first  she  came  back  to  after  running   &.   being  presumed  dead  for  gods  know  how  long  after  beacon ‘ s  fall  all  those  moons  ago   ,   the  first  she truly  opened  up  to  despite  the  initial  snapping  in  the  beginning   ,   a  first  love  she  knows  is  special  beyond  compare.  black  cats  are  supposed  to  bring  naught  but  bad  luck  in  waves   ,   which  was  certainly  true  for  prior  stages  in  her  life   ,   so  where  is  all  this  good  luck  coming  from  now   ?   a  change  of  heart  perhaps   ?   gods   ,  she  hopes  so.  because  if  this  is  what  good  luck  has  to  offer   ,   then  may  belladonna  grow  drunk  off  of  it  for  the  rest  of  her  days.  

      he  sets  her  heart  on  fire   ,   lights  a  match  across  skin  with  every  motion  ,   touch   ,   moan.  it  really  is  akin  to  trills  of  electricity  in  some  senses  as  well   ,   for  each  roll   &.  thrust  into  her  leaves  blake ‘ s  entire  form  feeling  fuzzy.   her  thighs  quiver  despite  being  secure  on  his  hips   ,   pale  cheeks  dusted  over  in  rose  hue   &.   green  -  gold  eyes  half  mast  with  soft  lashes.  this  is  a  far  cry  from  how  femme  enigma  decides  to  present  herself  to  the  rest  of  the  world   ,   isn ‘ t   it   ?   soft  spoken  words  with  just  a  hint  of  sarcastic  bite  to  them  when  need  be   ,   bright  eyes  vibrant  with  the  desire  for  revolution   &.   what  is  just.   this  is  something  more.  more  private   ,   more  intimate.  fox  may  lack  in  sight   ,   but  that  doesn ‘ t  make  him  any  less  in  blake ‘ s  eyes   ,   sex  or  not.  it ‘ s  . . .  admirable   ,   really.   her  body  presses  tight  against  his   ,   curvature  of  soft  build  against  hard  lines   &.   gentle  hands   ,   all  of  which  blake  finds  herself  expelling  panted  moans   &.   mewls  against  the  lips  so  desperately  begging  for  her  attention.  it  shuts  her  up  for  a  moment  to  be  ensnared  in  this  kiss   ,   fox  too  for  that  matter   ,   something  she ‘ s  certain  is  a  rare  occurrence  for  him.  ha.   

jaune had heard from his mom that it had been a busy work week, so whenever he could he made some time to stop by ren's office with lunch. little more than fwb territory but at the same time, jaune wants to indulge in the 'friends' bit. just before leaving, he kissed ren on the cheek, pointed to his cell. 'something to get you through the next few days?' then a wink. what ren would find was a video clip, an incomplete strip tease, accented by a lascivious moan of ren's name at the very end.

     each time jaune had shown up with lunch, ren had trouble holding back a smile. he’d admitted to himself already that he enjoyed the blond’s presence, even if they were just friends with benefits. he figured, as long as he was careful, he should be able to delve into the emotional side of a friendship as long as ... it didn’t get any more emotional than that. despite this, ren found his face getting a little more flushed than expected when jaune left him with a kiss on the cheek and a sly wink. he furrowed his brows for a moment, glancing down at his phone curiously, before he glanced back up to watch jaune walk away. blush grew in heat once he realized he’d been staring directly at the other’s ass as he left. ‘boss’ son,’ he reminded himself, shaking his head.

sitting back down at his desk, he picked up his cell, unlocking it and flicking through his notifications. when he noticed a video upload to his messages with jaune, something in his stomach dropped. biting the inside of his lip, he glanced around, pocketing the phone and standing up. ‘bathroom break,’ he quickly informed his coworker, as they watched him put his lunch aside. ‘don’t let anyone touch that.’ making his way to the nearest single bathroom, he quietly closed and locked the door behind him, leaning against the back of it as he pulled out his phone once more. he mulled over jaune’s parting words before he opened the latest message.

there jaune stood, a full body shot, before ren opened the video. he pulled a somewhat tangled pair of earbuds from his pocket and tried to ignore the way his heart skipped around as he untangled them carefully. plugging them in and putting one in each ear, he hit play.

fuck.

he watched the screen intently as jaune began to remove his clothing, body moving to a beat ren didn’t even care about. he was too focused on the imagery in front of him to think about anything else. it was only about a minute long, and by the end jaune was still partially covered, but ever so suddenly ren’s thoughts were ripped from the blond’s body to the sound of his voice. the ungodly moan at the end of the video made ren both glad and pissed that he’d pulled out his headphones. that sound directly in his ear had his knees weak, his own name — it was for him, personally. no one else got to see this video. not that ren expected jaune was seeing many other people, no, just that it solidified the idea that jaune wanted ren to think about him, alone. he glanced up from his screen and saw his reflection in the mirror across the room.

his face was bright pink, and he felt very warm. he glanced over himself and only then did he realize he was sporting a very obvious hard-on, something that would absolutely make his work day more difficult to get through. he closed his eyes and tried to school himself, but only seemed to make it worse as jaune’s voice played over in his head. pulling up their messages once more, he began typing.

[ msg ] if your mother sees my hard on i promise you will regret being a tease.

[ msg ] ... are you busy tonight

turning off his screen and tapping it thoughtfully, he readjusted himself and tucked his aching member into the waistband of his pants, hoping that his belt and shirt would help hide the evidence. wrapping his earbuds back up and stuffing them away, he slipped his phone into his pocket and unlocked the door. stepping outside, he almost ran directly into his boss — jaune’s mother. surprise helped cover ren’s expression, and he stepped aside to let her pass with a small ‘excuse me.’ blinking hard as she turned the corner, ren cursed himself as he made his way back to his desk. 3 more hours.

      this  is  all  new.  having  someone  be  so  gentle  &.  tender  ,  leaning  &.  melting  into  her  touch  -  albeit  still  teetering  the  lines  of  subtle  -  like  their  world  would  come  crashing  down  without  it  ;  so  foreign  ,  so  different  that  it  brings  butterflies  swarming  to  pits  of  blake ‘ s  belly  like  some  sort  of  lovesick  infestation.  nightshade  girl  almost  hesitates  where  she  sits  ,  only  because  she  is  used  to  bestial  growls  &.  clawed  touches  ,  not  the  way  jaune  conforms  to  her  as  if  she ‘ s  a  delicate  flower  &.  her  toxins  do  nothing  to  scare  him  in  the  long  run.  gulp.  heart  races  within  the  confines  of  thorn  guarded  ribs  ,  but  she  continues  regardless  ;  even  the  most  frightening  of  things  have  an  outcome  to  look  forward  to  ,  after  all. hum  resonates  in  back  of  throat  as  she  leans  forth  ,  chest  to  chest  ,  soft  petaled  tiers  pressed  to  exposed  flesh  of  jaune ‘ s  neck  as  hips  roll  against  him  ,  bringing  soft  pants  to  flit  from  blake ‘ s  mouth  every  few  seconds.  there ‘ s  hardly  anything  shielding  her  from  him  ,  literally  &.  figuratively  &.  she ‘ d  be  lying  to  say  it  doesn ‘ t  terrify  her.  no  one ‘ s  had  my  heart  like  this  ,  but  i  think  i ‘ m  ready.   just  take  it.