Who: Raksha & Izzy When: 1pm or so, 6/17/08 Where: Their apartment What: A bit of their style of romance, add a pinch of humor and a double lemon, top it off with anger Status: Complete Rating/Warnings:R; explicit m/m sex, language, angst, reference to punishment/dominance, and well...its them, what do ya expect? Note: Backdated, 1st person. No, I didn't bold the names; did not have the patience.
Izzy: College is evil, but you should go anyway. Raksha: *yawns, half-awake* That might be hard since I never went to school much at all. Izzy: Eh. You're one of the...eh, twenty people in California lucky enough to be intelligent anyway. -shifts a little- Intelligent and doing well. Raksha: *chuckles and nips Izzy's shoulder* Izzy: Well, you are. -shifts some more- Doing very well, considering the fact that you're in a relationship. Raksha: *frowns slightly in thought* As opposed to what? Izzy: As opposed to single. People view relationships, even gay ones, as... kind of important, I guess. Raksha: *arches an eyebrow* So I should assume that my being in a relationship is a positive sign in terms of my mental health or something? Izzy: The rest of the world thinks so. Raksha: I see. *studies him, expression curious* And you don't agree? Izzy: -shrugs- Depends on the relationship. Raksha: *nods, releasing Izzy and shifting to lay on his back* Izzy: This one's a good one, though. Raksha: *glances at him briefly* Izzy: You and me. We're...we're a good match. We do well together. Raksha: *smiles, still looking a little sleepy and turns to lay on his side, facing Izzy* Izzy: -reaches out to touch Raksha's shoulder- You're so...solid. -frowns as if that's not the word he intended to use- Raksha: *eyes him, expression a mix of puzzled and curious* Hm? Izzy: Your body. It's...solid. Like it's...-frowns as he searches for the word he wants- Raksha: *waits patiently for him to continue, just enjoying the touch* Izzy: -shakes his head- I can't explain it. Raksha: *yawns* I'd help, but I'm not sure what you were going for. *shrugs a bit* I'm in good shape, but I duno if that's whatcha meant. Izzy: -shakes his head- No, that's not what I meant, lover. I don't know what I meant. Raksha: *chuckles* I'unno then, maybe it'll come to ya later. Izzy: Maybe. -lays his head down and closes his eyes- Mm, warm. Raksha: *purrs and shifts closer to him, eyes half-shut* Izzy: You're so warm, I love that. Always warm. Raksha: *purrs more, expression particularly feline and content* Izzy: You keep me warm all the time. -stretches out and presses up against Raksha- Raksha: *rubs against him cat-like, reveling in the skin to skin contact, and licks his jaw* Izzy: -reaches up to tangle his hand in Raksha's hair, rubbing the scalp like he's rubbing a cat's head- Raksha: *purrs and leans into the touch, back arching slightly and eyes sliding shut in an expression of pleasure* Izzy: -pulls away and bites his lip- Hey, Raksha... Raksha: *blinks, taking a second to focus and glances at him* Hm? Izzy: Would you...-shakes his head- Never mind. I don't have any kind of a place to ask you that. Raksha: *snorts* You don't know until you ask. *reaches up to brush his fingers across Izzy's jaw briefly* Would I what? Izzy: Would you...-bites his lip- Would you...change for me? Please? Raksha: *searches his expression for a moment, then gets up on all fours to stretch in a very cat-like manner, changing from human to tiger in the middle of it, mattress dipping slightly under his increased weight* Izzy: -smiles and reaches up to scratch Raksha's ears, then run his hand down Raksha's back- Raksha: *lays down and puts his head on his paw, purring* Izzy: -settles beside Raksha, rubbing the side of Raksha's neck in slow, gentle circles- Raksha: *continues purring, eyes half-shut* Izzy: -kisses behind Raksha's ear, then lays his head down on top of Raksha's- Raksha: *gives a feline sigh of contentment, still purring softly* Izzy: -smiles and closes his eyes, resting against Raksha- Raksha: *dozes lightly, listening to Izzy breathe* Izzy: -falls asleep against Raksha, but would wake up if Raksha started to move- Raksha: *is semi-awake and hears the change in breathing the signals Izzy is asleep and doesn't move* Izzy: -after about an hour, wakes up and frowns, taking a few minutes to figure out what exactly is going on- Raksha: *only dozed lightly and notices as soon as Izzy is awake and gives a soft feline sigh* Izzy: -shifts and lays beside Raksha, muttering an apology for falling asleep on him- Raksha: *lifts his head and yawns then turns to lick Izzy's face* Izzy: -smiles and reaches out to rub Raksha's head- Raksha: *purrs, a much louder sound than in his human form, and lays one paw on Izzy's chest* Izzy: -looks down at Raksha's paw, then reaches down to press his fingers on it- Raksha: *watches him, flexing his paw at Izzy's touch but still keeping his claws sheathed* Izzy: -watches Raksha's paw, as if seeing something for the first time ever, and being fully in awe of it- Raksha: *licks his hand* Izzy: -looks up at him- I...-swallows- wow. Raksha: *watches him and flexes the paw again* Izzy: You're beautiful. -said in a hushed, awed voice- Raksha: *purrs and nuzzles him* Izzy: -still looking at Raksha with an awed expression- I... Raksha: *cocks his head to the side, one ear pricked forward to catch what Izzy's saying, the other turned back to pick up surrounding sounds* Izzy: -shakes his head and rubs Raksha's head some more- Raksha: *purrs* Izzy: -sighs and yawns- I need a shower. Raksha: *somehow manages a wicked glint in his eyes despite being in tiger form* Izzy: I'm guessing you need one too? Raksha: *licks his face* Izzy: Is that a yes? Raksha: *licks him again* Izzy: ...Not helping me understand. -grins- Blink once if it's a yes. Raksha: *blinks once, deliberately* Izzy: Well, change, then. -shakes head, amused- Raksha: *continues to watch him and shifts back to human and is laying on his stomach, one hand on Izzy's chest* Izzy: -smiles at him- Come on, then. Raksha: *grins wickedly and rolls off the bed* Izzy: -gets up, then frowns, pulling back a little- I have an idea... Raksha: *pauses and glances at him* Yea? Izzy: We never played with the honey... Raksha: True....would you like to do that before we shower? Izzy: Mmm. Please? Raksha: Absolutely. *grins* What in particular did ya have in mind? Izzy: One of us dropping it on the other, then...cleaning it up. And...maybe...-swallows- Maybe you'd drop it? Raksha: If that's what you'd prefer. Izzy: -nods- I...I really would. Raksha: Alright...where'd you wanna do this? Izzy: Kitchen. Easiest to clean up. Raksha: *nods and starts for the kitchen* Izzy: -follows after him- Raksha: *reaches the kitchen and goes to get the honey out* Izzy: -pauses in the doorway- Would you prefer something else? Raksha: *moves back to the doorway, pausing a foot or so away and meets his gaze* I'm not really a fan of honey...but if you really want to do this, I'm willing. Izzy: Is there something else you'd rather use? Or would you rather...not do it at all? Raksha: *steps closer* Oh, I definitely want to. Just....not with honey. Is there something else you'd be okay with using? Izzy: -shrugs- I don't mind what you use so long as you're doing it.
Raksha: *considers the implications of that statement for a moment* Would chocolate sauce be okay? Izzy: Chocolate sauce would be fun, I think. Raksha: *grins and goes to get a container of chocolate sauce, specifically dark chocolate* Mmhmm, and chocolate and cinnamon go well together. *flashes a wicked smile at Izzy* Izzy: -grins- Mmm, does it? Raksha: *moves back to him, putting a bit of the chocolate sauce on one finger and stepping close to rub it onto Izzy's lower lip, then leans forward to kiss him thoroughly* Izzy: -breath catches when Raksha puts the chocolate on his lip, and he kisses Raksha back- Raksha: *finally pulls back and licks his lips, heat in his gaze* Mm, I'd say they definitely do. *tone is low and velvety* Izzy: -licks his lip- Mmm, really? -shifts a little- I think I'm wearing too many clothes... Raksha: Mmhm, I think you are. *kisses him again, one hand splayed against Izzy's back, the other slipping down to tug at the waistband of Izzy's pants* Izzy: -shifts a little, kissing Raksha back, and drops his hand to brush down Raksha's back- Raksha: *back arches just slightly and purrs in his throat without breaking the kiss. carefully tugs Izzy's pants and boxers down with one hand until they're quite low on his hips* You willing to risk getting chocolate on these? *fingers the edge of Izzy's pants and boxers, eyes full of naughty promises* Izzy: Mmmm, I don't know. -leans forward to nip at Raksha's lower lip- What do you think? Raksha: *slow wicked smile and reaches out to dribble a crooked trail of chocolate sauce down Izzy's chest and stomach. then nips his jaw lightly before proceeding to follow the trail, licking his way down Izzy's torso until the chocolate is gone. then catches the waistband of Izzy's boxers and pants in his teeth and pulls them the rest of the way down before standing back up* Izzy: -whines and shifts a little- Lay me down. Raksha: *grins and licks his jaw and on a random impulse, scoops Izzy up in his arms and moves farther into the kitchen, then carefully kneels and settles him on the floor* Izzy: -stiffens when Raksha scoops him up, then relaxes, forcing instinct to leave him be, and he shivers when he's laid on the cold floor- Raksha: *notices the shiver* You want something warmer to lay on? *searches his expression for signs that his impulsive action caused a problem* Izzy: -shakes his head- No, I like it. -smiles- Raksha: *relaxes and returns the smile, only a naughtier version of it before going to get the chocolate sauce* Izzy: -shifts so he's a little more comfortable and follows Raksha's movement with his eyes- Raksha: *comes back with the chocolate sauce in one hand, still in pj pants (and no boxers) and kneels next to him* Izzy: -smiles at him, nervously- Raksha: *eyes him thoughtfully, eyes a slightly darker shade of gold with desire and uncaps the chocolate sauce, voice low and husky* I think dessert needs a little something...*dribbles chocolate sauce in a haphazard swirl all over Izzy's torso but no lower than his waist, as if putting it on a bowl of ice cream* Izzy: -shivers and squirms ever-so-slightly at the sudden addition of chocolate, and mutters something in Spanish- Raksha: *sits the container down and leans over Izzy, starting by nipping at his throat lightly then works his way down very, very slowly, following the chocolate trail with his tongue, leaving almost no inch of Izzy's torso untouched, adding an occasional nip to areas he notices are more sensitive* Izzy: -makes a whining noise in the back of his throat and stills- Raksha: *chuckles softly, pretending Izzy is ice cream and occasionally adding a few more squirts of chocolate sauce to random spots like Izzy's nipples and lapping at the spot with his tongue the sucking on the skin lightly to make sure all the chocolate is gone* Izzy: -tries to stay as still and quiet as he can, which leads to twitchy fingers and random, but quiet, whines- Raksha: *pauses and moves up to kiss him, the taste of chocolate on his tongue* Mm, you can move as much as you like, my chocolate-cinnamon Angel. *teases his fingers, coated in chocolate, up Izzy's sides, finger painting Japanese characters* Izzy: -squirms and writhes freely, biting on his lip, hands clenching and unclenching at his sides, and he whimpers- Raksha: *pauses to watch him, a pleased smile on his face, leaving the Japanese to dry on Izzy's skin for the moment and moves to straddle him, settling on Izzy's thighs, not quite touching his groin yet but glances down at Izzy's cock* Definitely bad to use my mouth at all right? Izzy: -shakes his head, shivering slightly- You can use it to a point. Don't swallow anything when I come, don't take me all in. Just be light with it, and it'll be fine. Raksha: *rubs his fingers down Izzy's hips* Just gonna play a little. *flashes a wicked grin* I'm a fan of chocolate popsicles you know. *dribbles a bit of chocolate sauce over Izzy's cock, watching his expression* Izzy: -flinches at first when the chocolate dribbles onto his cock, then relaxes slightly, eyes closing at the feel of the chocolate on his cock- Raksha: *grins* Feels good hmm? All warm and wet and dripping...*voice goes slightly huskier than it was* Izzy: -whines, hands spreading out and pressing down on the floor of the kitchen- Raksha: *chuckles softly and moves down a bit so he's more or less laying on his stomach between Izzy's legs and takes an experimental lick at Izzy's cock* Izzy: -breath catches and he stills when Raksha licks at his cock, and he bites his lip, tensing, and then relaxes when he seems to realize there's no pain following it- Raksha: *licks gently at Izzy's cock, lapping at the chocolate* Izzy: -whimpers, shifting his hips a little and spreading his legs wider- Raksha: *rubs his fingers along Izzy's inner thighs as he licks at Izzy's cock, never actually taking it into his mouth, but teasing it gently* Izzy: -starts to shudder and gets quiet, biting his lip- Raksha: *licks the last of the chocolate off then gets up and goes back to straddling his hips, not wanting to push the bill so to speak* Izzy: -whines slightly at the loss of Raksha's tongue, then brightens when Raksha straddles him- Raksha: *chuckles softly and shifts a little, pressing their groins together with slow friction, all that separates them is the thin material of Raksha's pj pants* Izzy: -stills and looks up at Raksha's face, eyes wide- Raksha: *shifts his hips a little more* You like that? *voice husky* Izzy: -nods hesitantly, pressing his lips together- Raksha: *grins and leans forward to kiss him, moving his hips in a slow, rocking motion* Izzy: -tilts his head up to kiss Raksha, hands sliding up to touch Raksha's arms, and then he freezes when he realizes what he's doing- Raksha: *makes a soft noise of encouragement in his throat at Izzy's touch* Izzy: -whimpers as if frightened and squeezes his fingers into Raksha's arms- Raksha: *breath catches as Izzy's fingers dig into his arms, the nips gently at Izzy's jaw in reassurance* I need you to touch me too. *softly* Izzy: -softly, and as if he's really, really, really upset- I'm afraid, Raksha. Raksha: *swallows, resting his head against Izzy's shoulder* I know. *seems at a loss for what to do* Izzy: -swallows- Can we just...finish? Quickly? -shudders slightly- Raksha: *softly* Aye. You want....*gestures at his own groin* or just...by hand? Izzy: -shudders- Quicker if you're inside me. Raksha: *nods and moves away for a moment to pull his pants off, then moves back to kneel between Izzy's legs* You need prep? *quietly* Izzy: -shakes his head- Just do it, Raksha. Raksha: *nods and at a loss for anything else, uses his own saliva as lube, then positions himself at Izzy's entrance and presses in with one thrust* Izzy: -gasps and writhes a little, eyes squeezing shut- Raksha: *nips his shoulders harder and shifts the angle of his thrusts slightly get deeper* Izzy: -whines and squirms, shuddering as he does so- Raksha: *breathing is uneven and keeps up the faster pace, pressing as deep as possible with each thrust, hands braced on the floor on either side of Izzy* Izzy: -starts to make tiny noises in his throat, volume escalating with each thrust- Raksha: *keeps up the pace, faint shudders rippling through his body, and licks at Izzy's throat then bites the spot where neck and shoulder join, hard enough to leave a mark* Izzy: -is almost to screaming volume, and almost over the edge, whining in between each noise- Raksha: *speeds up a little more, fingers digging into the tiled floor, and bites the spot where neck and shoulder meet on the other side, leaving a mark again, then kisses Izzy hard* Izzy: -kisses him back, whining loudly in his throat as he comes- Raksha: *shudders hard a moment after, coming as well, without breaking the kiss* Izzy: -whimpers as if in pain when he's done and pulls his head away to let it fall to the side, eyes squeezed shut- Raksha: *watches him, carefully pulling out and shifting to lay on his side next to Izzy, leaning on one elbow* Did I hurt you? *quietly* Izzy: -shakes his head and moves to curl up against Raksha, sniffling- I'm sorry. Raksha: *closes his eyes, laying an arm around Izzy quietly* Izzy: I shouldn't...be so scared. Raksha: *stays quiet, finding he has nothing to say to that* Izzy: I know you won't hurt me. Raksha: *nods quietly* Izzy: But it still...I'm still afraid. Raksha: *exhales softly* Izzy: I'm sorry. -tries to keep a sob in and can't, and buries his face in Raksha's chest, muttering over and over again, in both English and Spanish, how sorry he is- Raksha: *holds him, too off-balance to be as reassuring as he sometimes is* Izzy: -finally starts to quiet, but is still shaking and crying, clinging to Raksha- Raksha: *keeps holding him and manages a brief kiss to Izzy's jaw* Izzy: -swallows and whimpers- I'm sorry. Raksha: *kisses his temple* I'm not angry at you. Izzy: -shudders- You're sure? Raksha: Aye. Izzy: -shudders a little more and nods, finally- Raksha: *shifts a little and swallows* Now what? Izzy: Can we go...back to bed? -blushing - Raksha: Yea. *gently pulls away and moves to get up, reaching for his pants* Izzy: -swallows and curls up for a minute before getting to his knees to visually locate his pants- Raksha: *gets a paper towel damp and wipes himself off then pulls his pants back on with a slight hiss* Izzy: -stands up and goes to get his pants, then realizes he needs to clean up first and drops his gaze to the floor- Raksha: *offers him a fresh, damp paper towel* Izzy: -takes it with a muttered "gracias" and starts to clean himself off- Raksha: *stretches, then leans against the counter* Izzy: -pulls his pants on slowly, never looking up, and then swallows- Raksha: *watches him, expression unreadable* Bed, Iz...I'll be there in a minute. Izzy: -nods and starts to go for the bedroom, posture expressing a mix of relief and uncomfortability- Raksha: *stays where he is, shuddering briefly once Izzy's out of sight* Izzy: -goes to lay down on the bed, squeezing his eyes shut and whimpering softly to himself- Raksha: *paces in the kitchen* Izzy: -pulls the blankets up around himself, trying to stop himself from crying anymore- Raksha: *finally goes to stand by the counter again, leaning against it and pushes his pants down just enough, hissing softly because he's already hard and strokes himself with brutal efficiency, the other hand trailing over his hips and legs, pinching and scratching until he gets close, then digs his claws, not nails, into the soft skin of his inner thigh and comes, gaze fixed on the blood starting to run down his leg*
Izzy: -stays in their bed, curled up beneath the covers shaking- Raksha: *cleans himself up again, pulls his pants back on and heads for the bedroom, eased by the dull ache from the claw marks on his thigh. * Izzy: --mutters to himself, pressing his fingers against his forehead and sits up- Raksha: *comes back in the bedroom and moves to sit on the edge of the bed* Izzy: -looks over at him and moves to curl around him- Does it upset you that I apologize so much? Raksha: It's just...odd. Most times there's no reason for you to be apologizing. Izzy: It's habitual. Raksha: *nods* Izzy: -sighs and rests his chin on Raksha's shoulder- I'm sorry I don't make sense. Raksha: *dryly* I wasn't really expecting everything to. Izzy: -kisses Raksha's cheek- What were you doing in the kitchen? Raksha: *swallows* I just...needed a minute. Izzy: -frowns, but doesn't push it- Raksha: *looks a little tired* Izzy: Come lay down, lover. -pulls Raksha back against him- Raksha: *leans back with a shaky breath, more tired than he'd realized* Izzy: -pulls him back down on the bed, kissing his shoulder gently, and curls up beside him- Raksha: *rolls onto his side, suddenly uncomfortable laying belly up and the submission it implies* Izzy: -kisses Raksha's shoulder again and curls up against Raksha's stomach- Raksha: *closes his eyes and tries to relax* Izzy: -hums softly, pressing his lips against Raksha's breastbone- Raksha: *shivers a little* Izzy: -frowns and pulls away- You okay? Raksha: Tired. Izzy: Do you want me to go get another blanket? Raksha: *softly* Aye. Izzy: -gets up to get a couple of blankets- Anything else I can do for you? Raksha: *sits up* I...hit me. How or where...doesn't matter. However many times seems right to you. Just...please. *quietly and doesn't meet his eyes* Izzy: -sets the blankets aside- ...Do what? Raksha: *still doesn't meet his eyes* Hit me. Izzy: -watches him, hesitating for another few moments, and then smacks him, across the jaw- Raksha: *doesn't make a sound* Izzy: -slaps him again, holding his breath- Raksha: *remains silent, face slightly red where Izzy hit him, gaze averted* Izzy: -reaches out, trailing his fingers along the other side of Raksha's face, then slaps him- Raksha: *bites his lip, but stays quiet* Izzy: -hits Raksha's arm- Raksha: *swallows hard, not a sound, and doesn't look up* Izzy: -hisses and smacks him again, not sure what he's supposed to be trying to get- Raksha: *blinks rapidly, eyes damp, breath hitching slightly* Izzy: -hits him in the chest, pushing him backwards- Raksha: *ends up half sprawled half curled in an oddly vulnerable pose, tears sliding down his face without a sound* Izzy: -settles beside him, pulling the blankets up over Raksha, and kisses one of the tear trails on Raksha's face- Raksha: *whines softly, glancing up at Izzy briefly* Izzy: -kisses another of his tear-trails and curls up around him, almost protectively- Raksha: *closes his eyes and presses close to Izzy* Izzy: -sings to him softly, in Spanish, and rubs his fingers across Raksha's arm- Raksha: *relaxes some, shivering a little* Izzy: -kisses his shoulder- Shhh, you're okay. Raksha: *whines and buries his face in Izzy's neck* Izzy: Shhh, sh, I have you, it's okay. -holds him close- Raksha: *takes a rather shaky breath* Izzy: -starts to sing that lullaby again- Raksha: *quiets, leaning a little more heavily on Izzy* Izzy: -kisses Raksha's shoulder and keeps singing- Raksha: *relaxes further, starting to fall asleep* Izzy: -kisses his shoulder and relaxes against him, singing some more- Raksha: *is mostly asleep* Izzy: -sighs and starts to talk to him in Spanish, softly- Raksha: *is asleep, the mark on his face from Izzy's slaps about gone and the tears dried, face still tucked against Izzy's neck and one arm curled loosely around his waist* Izzy: -kisses him again and then stills, waiting for Raksha to wake up- Raksha: *stirs after twenty minutes or so, looking puzzled for a moment until everything catches up with to him* Izzy: -waits for Raksha to remember, and smiles reassuringly- Raksha: *pulls away and sits up straight with a yawn* Izzy: -frowns and sits up too- Do you...remember? Raksha: *glances at him* Aye. Izzy: That was...different... Raksha: *looks faintly amused* Which part? Izzy: The last part. Raksha: *nods, seeming more calm than earlier* Izzy: ...Do you understand that? Or are you...as lost as I am? Raksha: I...I'm not really sure. Izzy: -softly- Did it scare you like it scared me? Raksha: *frowns* No. *looks away* Izzy: -frowns- Then why'd you just look away? Raksha: During? *bites his lip* That wasn't fear. Izzy: No, just now. Why did you just look away if I asked if it scared you? Raksha: *looks back at him* Because it scared you. *quietly* Izzy: I was confused, that's WHY it scared me. Raksha: *shifts a little and winces, then yawns again, rubbing his eyes* I'm....sorry. Izzy: It wasn't your fault. -settles in a comfortable position- Raksha: *shifts a bit, trying to find a comfortable position* Izzy: -hugs his knees to his chest and rests his chin on them- How do you feel now? Raksha: Better, I think. *gives up on finding a good sitting position and lays down on his back* Izzy: -nods- We never got that shower... Raksha: I don't really wanna move at the moment, but if you need to shower...go ahead. Izzy: -frowns and shakes his head- I don't want to shower without you. Raksha: *bites his lip, looking pensive* Izzy: -lays beside Raksha and traces a pattern along Raksha's side- Raksha: *shivers slightly, skin-twitching animal-like at the touch* Izzy: What did you draw on my skin when we were playing with the chocolate earlier? Raksha: 'I love you', cinnamon, and Angel.*blushes faintly* Izzy: -smiles at Raksha's blush and kisses his cheek- Don't be embarrassed, lover. Raksha: *turns his head and returns the kiss, only on the lips* Izzy: -smiles and shifts so he's sitting up, leaning against Raksha's side, and looking at Raksha's face- Raksha: *watches him* Izzy: Show me how to draw that character. The "I love you" character. Raksha: Alright, I either need something to write with or something you can finger-paint it with if you'd prefer to do it that way. Izzy: -leans over to get a permanent marker and hands it to Raksha- Raksha: *notices that it’s a permanent one and looks amused* We've got two choices, paper or you can draw on me. Izzy: Draw on you. Gives me an excuse to clean you later. -grins- Raksha: *chuckles and hands the marker back to Izzy, then puts his hand over Izzy's* Izzy: -hands are shaking slightly, 'cause he's a little excited- Raksha: *guides Izzy's hand to write the characters on his stomach, a little awkwardly* Izzy: -watches Raksha's hand guide his, biting his lip as he tries to focus on it- Raksha: Sorry it's a little awkward, I was trying to think left-handed. *releases Izzy's hand* Now, you try writing it again without me. Izzy: Don't think left-handed. No one else does; it's easier for me to just understand your right-handed motions. Raksha: Alright. Well now you've got an example to look at, so give it a try. Izzy: -nods and starts to draw them, frowning in concentration- Raksha: *stays still so Izzy can write* Izzy: -tongue slips out as he concentrates- Raksha: *watches him, amused* Izzy: -finishes and looks up- How'd I do? Raksha: *studies it* Not bad...but *points to a couple of strokes that aren't quite right and draws the correct lines with his finger* Lemme see the marker for a min. Izzy: -hands him the marker- Raksha: *sits up a little higher on one elbow and draws the characters himself with easy, fluid strokes next to the previous two attempts, then hands Izzy the marker* Can you see where the mistakes are? Izzy: -snorts- You expect me to be able to point out the mistakes when it's on your stomach? Raksha: *arches an eyebrow and points to the strokes that are wrong on Izzy's then to his writing* You see how the angle is off? Izzy: -nods- Si. Raksha: *grins* Well then, try again. Izzy: -takes the marker- It's harder on a leftie, you know. We get ink on our hands. Raksha: *chuckles and takes Izzy's left hand for a moment and kisses the knuckles* Izzy: -watches him and swallows thickly, looking down at the characters on Raksha's stomach- Raksha: *watches him, patiently* Izzy: -tries to draw them, but his hand is shaking, and they turn out worse than before- Raksha: Iz, look at me. *softly* Izzy: -looks up at him, setting the pen down on Raksha's stomach- Raksha: Take a breath and relax. There are no dire consequences riding on your ability to write this. Izzy: -softly- That's not why my hands are shaking. Raksha: *tilts his head to the side, expression curious* Then why? Izzy: Because of...what I was thinking. Raksha: ...Which was? Izzy: Just...something. -shrugs- Raksha: *arches an eyebrow* Uh-huh... Izzy: You gotta tickle it outta me. Raksha: Oh really...*leans up and tickles him* Izzy: -squirms and laughs- How...lucky...how lucky I...am... Raksha: Lucky you are....? *keeps tickling him* Izzy: -whines- To...to have...you... Raksha: *pauses, hands splayed across Izzy's sides* Izzy: -looks up at him, frowning- Why'd you stop? Raksha: That wasn't what I was expecting you to say. Izzy: -swallows- What were you expecting? Raksha: I'unno...just not that. Izzy: Was it...bad? Raksha: *meets his gaze* No, not at all. *faint ironic smile* Iz, no one has ever considered themselves lucky to have me in their lives. Izzy: You're the best thing to happen to me, Raksha, except maybe getting found by Papi. Raksha: *rubs a hand over his face* If anyone else had said that...I'd have made them bleed...verbally anyway. Even if they were sincere, gods know I did that to Aidrian too many times to count. *puts his hand down, expression holding too emotions to define* I...*looks at a loss* Izzy: -frowns and shifts, tugging Raksha against him- You're the best person I've ever come into contact with. The smartest, the most important to me... Raksha: *allows himself to be pulled up against Izzy with a faint wince and kisses Izzy's jaw*
Izzy: -kisses his cheek and pulls him down on the bed again- Make love to me? -softly- Raksha: *kisses him briefly* Aye. Izzy: -softly- Call me yours. Raksha: *slides his arms around Izzy and licks at his throat before nipping hard near the pulse point* Mine. *a hint of gentleness in the tone despite the sharpness of the nip* Izzy: -whimpers and squirms a little, trying to get comfortable- Touch me everywhere, like you're blind and trying to learn me. Raksha: *slow, sensual smile, then moves away to kneel at Izzy's feet* Close your eyes and just feel. *voice is husky* Izzy: -closes his eyes, body tensing for a long moment for being deprived of sight, then relaxes- Raksha: *studies him for a moment the moves up to gently tug on the waistband of Izzy's boxers and pants* Lift your hips for me, lover. *same soft, husky tone* Izzy: -shifts his body so his hips are slightly elevated- Raksha: *pulls Izzy's pants and boxers down slowly, all the way to his ankles, then carefully lifts each foot and tugs them off. then toss them off onto the floor* Izzy: -relaxes back onto his hips when Raksha's done, laying his legs out again, slightly spread- Raksha: *stays at Izzy's feet and explores them gently with his fingers, then slowly starts to work his way up Izzy's legs with the same gentle teasing touches as if memorizing every inch by feel. * Izzy: -stays still, breath catching- Raksha: *runs his fingers over every inch of skin, caressing and paying special attention to sensitive areas with a brief lick, kiss or nip. continues leisurely up Izzy's legs but avoids his groin, instead exploring each hip with hands and mouth* Izzy: -shivers with each use of Raksha's mouth, but stays still and quiet- Raksha: *continues from Izzy's hips to his stomach, still gentle, touching slowly as if for the first time, eyes half-closed so that he's relying more on touch than sight* Izzy: -breath catches again and he bites his lip- Raksha: *pauses long enough to remove his own pants and boxers, then continues his exploration of Izzy's body, leisurely moving to lay on top of him as he was before, covering all the parts he's "learned" so far. Eyes half-closed again, moves his hand up across Izzy's chest and down one arm, squeezing Izzy's fingers briefly* Izzy: -makes a noise halfway between a whimper and a sob when Raksha squeezes his fingers, curling them up towards his palm- Raksha: *reaches up to touch Izzy's face, tracing the features like he wants to memorize them, then leans forward to kiss him, just the lightest touch of lips* Izzy: -flinches at first when Raksha touches his face, then relaxes, face twisting into a visual apology- Raksha: *trails soft kisses along Izzy's jaw, then down his throat, hand slipping down between them to brush over Izzy's cock with the same exploring touch, as if he'd never touched it before* Izzy: -whimpers softly, slipping his hands down to touch Raksha's neck, gently- Raksha: *breath catches, eyes slipping half close. purrs softly in contentment, fingers still teasing over Izzy's cock, finding the most sensitive spots, as if worshipping a sacred artifact of some kind* Izzy: -is crying silently, and without shaking, just leaving his fingers over Raksha's neck- Raksha: *smells the salt and glances up but takes a chance on instinct and doesn't stop. instead, moving his fingers off of Izzy's cock and down to gently tease at Izzy's entrance, before pressing two, sticky with pre-cum, inside* Izzy: -lets his fingers start to rub Raksha's neck, whining when Raksha's fingers enter him- Raksha: *purrs at Izzy's touch, while moving his fingers to gently stretch him for a minute before pulling them away. strokes himself for a moment to get enough pre-cum to use as lube, then positions himself at Izzy's entrance and pushes in slowly, moving his hand to the bed next to Izzy to support himself, fingers still sticky* Izzy: -whines and stills completely, eyes opening to look at Raksha, and he's crying harder, but he's still not making a sound- Raksha: Shh, it's okay. *slides an arm around him, supporting himself with the other and gently licks away the tears, starting to move with deep, smooth thrusts* Izzy: -whimpers and squeezes his eyes shut, swallowing thickly- Raksha: *keeps moving, hoping it will do more good than harm, murmuring softly in Gaelic, thrusting a little harder, pressing as deep as he can, as if he can't get close enough, tone low and husky* Izzy: -keeps crying, leaning his head forward to rest it against Raksha's shoulder, whimpering softly at each thrust- Please... Raksha: *nuzzles him without stopping* Please what? *softly* Izzy: -whimpers- I don't know...-squirms a little- I don't know, please don't make me tell you… Raksha: *kisses his jaw* Shh, okay. *slides one hand along Izzy's inner thigh, a silent request for him to spread his legs more* Izzy: -spreads his legs a little more, whimpering the whole time- Raksha: *swallows, and shifts the angle of his thrusts slightly, speeding up a little, gaze on Izzy's face, hoping he's not making a mistake* Izzy: -closes his eyes and lets his head fall back, pushed to the edge whether he wants it or not- Raksha: *pauses, picking up on something off in Izzy's mood* You don't want this do you. *quietly* Izzy: -whimpers and doesn't move, doesn't answer for a long moment, and bites his lip- Please just finish... Raksha: *moves again, speeding up a little, forcing himself to watch Izzy's expression, knowing that he's hurting him somehow* Izzy: -opens his eyes, still crying, and reaches up to pull Raksha down to kiss him- Raksha: *kisses him back, speeding up a little more, hands gripping the sheets* Izzy: -comes, whimpering loudly, and kisses Raksha hard- Raksha: *shudders, half in surprise at the intensity of the kiss but kisses him back, and slows a little, gently milking Izzy's orgasm from him* Izzy: -rests his head on Raksha's shoulder when he finishes, not caring about the extra strain in his neck- Raksha: *stills when Izzy's done, even though he hasn't finished himself, and kisses Izzy's temple* Izzy: -softly- Pull out. Let me help. Raksha: *pulls out carefully, biting his lip* Izzy: -winces and bites his lip- Move so I can touch you? Raksha: *moves away, laying on his side, unsure what the best position is* Izzy: On your back, por favor. -shifts to a sitting position, whimpering slightly- Raksha: *lays on his back, still biting his lip* Izzy: -moves to settle in between his legs and freezes when he sees Raksha's inner thigh- Raksha: *wasn't watching him, but senses Izzy tense up and glances at him, then follows his gaze to the cuts* Izzy: -softly- What happened. Raksha: *swallows and closes his eyes briefly* Punishment. *quietly.* Izzy: -touches the cuts, gently- Punishment for what? Raksha: *trembles slightly as the cuts are still fresh and sore, and licks his lips* For earlier. In the kitchen. Izzy: What? -looks up- Why? Raksha: I...shouldn't have...I...*sounds unsure what he did wrong but convinced that he messed up somehow*...I upset you...but I enjoyed what came after...*voice is barely a whisper by now* I'unno...*sounds confused but genuinely upset* Izzy: -presses his fingers down into the cuts- You don't have to punish yourself for upsetting me, Raksha. It wasn't even your fault, mi amor. It wasn't mine, it wasn't yours. Don't blame yourself. Raksha: *shudders hard when Izzy presses against the cuts* Izzy: -bites his lip- Raksha, you have to understand me. I don't need you to punish yourself when you've done nothing wrong. NOTHING you have done is wrong. Nothing, except the one time you used your mouth on me in the shower. NOTHING, Raksha. Understand that. Raksha: *stares at him, searching Izzy's expression for sincerity, then drops his gaze, neither agreeing or disagreeing with what was said* Izzy: -catches Raksha's chin- Look at me, damnit. Raksha: *glances up at him sharply* Izzy: Talk to me. Raksha: You can't say nothing, Iz. I've hurt you on numerous occasions one way or another. That's not bloody nothing. Izzy: And I ASKED for it, Raksha! I asked! Like I just asked for this, I asked. It was never something I didn't want, damn the consequences. Raksha: *snarls in frustration, unable to put anything into words* Izzy: -sighs and sits back- Lean back, let me help you, and we can fight about this later. Raksha: *sighs, half looking like he wants to argue but leans back anyway* Izzy: -reaches forward to touch Raksha's cock, not in the mood to tease him- Raksha: *watches him, arousal and anger warring in his eyes* Izzy: -starts to slide his hand up and down Raksha's cock, squeezing gently- Raksha: *shudders again, gripping the sheets, squirming a little because he wants hard and fast* Morghan: Izzy: -tightens his hand, moving it a little faster- Raksha: *breath catches* Izzy: -starts to babble angrily in Spanish- Raksha: *growls and pulls away* Izzy: -touches his shoulder and pushes him back where he was before- No. -touches Raksha's cock again- We're going to finish. I'm gonna shower. Then we'll talk. Raksha: *bares his teeth and pushes Izzy's hand away* No, go take your damn shower. Izzy: -softly- I don't want to leave you. Raksha: *stills* What? Izzy: -looks down- I don't wanna leave you, Raksha. Raksha: *looks confused, anger banked for the moment* I don't...understand... Izzy: I may be mad at you. But I don't want to leave you. Raksha: I'm not gonna die if you go take a shower now. Izzy: -shakes his head and looks down- Raksha: *sighs, muscles tense* Izzy: -softly- Please let me help you. I'll be quiet. Raksha: Fine. But I'd rather you be angry....just use a language I know. Izzy: You want me angry, but you want it in English? -looks up, clearly confused- Raksha: If you're gonna...*motions at his own groin* while you're pissed at me, BE pissed at me. Don't hide it behind quiet. Izzy: -nods and reaches out to touch Raksha's cock- I hate it that you think you have to punish yourself for me. I HATE that. Raksha: *swallows, breath catching* Izzy: -keeps moving his hand, anger seeping into his words- I hate it that you think you have to adjust things for me. That you have to be CAREFUL. I'm ALREADY broken, Raksha. Don't be careful with something that's already ruined. Raksha: *stays leaning back on his elbows, body tense from Izzy's hand on his cock and anger alike, expression turning feral* Izzy: Think of me like a coffee cup, Raksha. Useful once, but broken now. Broken and worthless. Don't take your time to be CAREFUL with that. Most people just throw it out. I don't know WHY you still have it. Raksha: *snarls and grips Izzy's wrist hard enough to bruise, voice low and angry, almost vicious* You think I don't KNOW? That I'm blind to all the fault-lines we BOTH have? I killed a man before I was ten years old. Don't think I don't know about broken. Izzy: -flinches when Raksha takes hold of his wrist and looks up, angry- You don't think I get it that YOU'RE broken, too? You think I don't understand? I UNDERSTAND! I GET it! You and I are BOTH BROKEN! But you...you hold it together. You hold it all together. You make it seem like you're FINE. A little crazy, but FINE. Why put up with someone who is CLEARLY afraid of his own SHADOW? Raksha: *sits up so they're eye to eye, tone turning more vicious, with a mocking but self-derisive edge* Together? I'm so together that I seek out bloodshed for fun! Yea Iz, I can pretend real fucking good. Pretend. That doesn't make it true. Izzy: You've got it more together than I have! At least you don't flinch every time your boyfriend raises his voice. At least you're not AFRAID to touch something that you KNOW is yours to touch. Raksha: Damnit, I'm not any more together than you are. I'm just broken in a completely different way. No, I'm not afraid...I'm warped. You could fuck me until I bled and I'd ENJOY it. I have. I've been raped and I'd seek out that treatment. How the fuck is that FINE? Izzy: It's not any more fine than anybody else in the world. But at LEAST you can go through your day and not jump at the slightest sound. You can go through a day without shaking and craving something you can't EVER have again. Raksha: *gives a humorless, vicious smile* No, but I crave things I do have access to. Things no one in their right mind would consider healthy. And I do seek them out. Izzy: -gets up and goes to the window, muttering in Spanish under his breath- You'd think we'd be able to go even twenty-four hours without a problem. Raksha: Sorry to disappoint. *sarcasm* Izzy: -softly- I'm gonna get dressed. Go see my kids. -starts for the dresser- Raksha: *gets up, pulls on his pjs and heads for the kitchen without a word* Izzy: -gets dressed and starts out to grab his keys- See you later. Raksha: *heads back to the bedroom, passing Izzy on the way without a word* Izzy: -sighs, grabs his keys, phone, and wallet, and leaves, locking the door behind him-