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I don't care what happens to me

@pvrgtory​ || Yonekichi

Humans were disposable to the demon ... useful only as long as he deemed them so before they became his next meal... but this one? The one that shared his bed right here and now? He vexed Yonekichi, had a hold of his entire mind and body ... and the demon couldn’t get enough of it. Lettings his hands roam across Kyojuro’s shoulders and back, he made a soft humming sound before he bent, letting his lips capture the human’s in an intense contact before parting with a smile. 

“..I’ll go get us something to drink,” the words were spoken softly, nuzzling his nose together with Kyojuro’s before parting and standing from the bed. Sauntering away naked, the demon had no need to hide him nakedness, disappearing for only a short time before returning with red wine in two glasses ... 

Or at least that’s what it looked like. 

FREE KISSES

-> He's affectionate---nearly overwhelmingly so. They can barely contain all his love within themselves, let alone stand resolute with his hands against their spine as he lays kisses to every available inch of their skin. First gentle to their mouth when his fingers found their hand, but it seemed that was not nearly enough; he proclaims his affection between every kiss that pulls them closer. Unfortunately, their face is terribly red. They think they'll pass out from all the blood rushing to their head, from how quick their heart beats in their chest, their hands trembling as they curl fingers in his flame haori.

"K--Kyo---"

-> A squeak escapes them as his nose presses against a span of skin near their jaw. They can feel him smiling and it's making their flush worse.

❝ I kissed your scars even after you hurt me. ❞ ———@pvrgtory. ( FROM. ).

"  DON'T  BE  STUPID,   kyojuro.  "

it's been  quite  some  time  since they've seen one another,  mostly accounting for the kizuki's  CONSISTENT  DEPLOYMENT  at kibutsuji's request,  as if his master  knows  damn  well  what he's been up to of late.     luminous golden irises pan down to the man seated beneath the tree,   their  tree,   this hallowed place where they meet every night to  spar.     in spite of the massive span of time since they've been in one another's presence,  akaza is  cagey  this evening,  keeping a measure of  DISTANCE  between himself & the object of his  obsession  affection :    lately he's gotten far too close to rengoku kyojuro for comfort.

it stirs something within his chest that makes him feel both  vulnerable  &  touched,   especially when the flame pillar says  THAT.

"  you shouldn't be craving the attentions of your near—murderer,  should you?     kissing  your  scars  like some sort of  MASOCHIST ... just what would  ubuyashiki  say?  "     a pause,  the crescent moon allowing his loaded questions to hang in the air between them before he continues with possibly the worst of them all ;     "  a human & a demon can never have  that  sort of relationship ... right?  "

no the fuck he isnt

@pvrgtory​ asked:  [ ROOFTOP ] :  for  your  muse  to  find  mine  on  a  rooftop

First Meeting Prompts

The tiles of the roof cracked as the tattooed demon pressed his bare feet along them. A night of relaxation, or so he thought. It took split a second for his cold demon heart to jump by the surprise of an oddly familiar presence. It was dim, due to not being in the midst of a battle, but he knew that feeling. And his thoughts were truly crashed when the familiar locks of fire appeared upon his sight along with wide owlish eyes of the very same man he thought to have murdered. How was he--?! Kyojuro?! HUH?!

The shock made the Upper Three scramble to his feet, standing up from the roof tiles he once sat with his eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets. Not only shock, but excitement and fear and disgust mixed up within his chest. If Kyojuro was alive, it means he truly failed his mission miserable, but if he was alive, he can fight him once more. Lastly, after the injuries Kyojuro sustained, Akaza doubted his human body had the strength to give him such joy it did before. A weakling, he didn’t want to fight a weakling or see Kyojuro fall into such a miserable, useless state of human existence.