[Hibari does not bother with texting a reply, he expects Dino will be here before he even leaves the bath. The door is left with the latch loose for this very reason, on Hibari's bed, the mafia boss will see the aforementioned purchases.
In the bath he'll find a half-lidded cloud Guardian, with a hot rag resting across his face, droplets of water running down a neck that is deceptively slender, across lightly toned shoulders, down his chest, disappearing there where the rest of his body relaxes in the steaming water.
It almost looks like a trap, if one knows how imposing it can be when his eyes lock on a person, with them covered by the rag this way he seems approachable, touchable. Of course, considering the context of his previous messages, maybe that's the one he is trying to send now.]
Fourteen.
[He states matter of factly, maybe a hint of amusement, how many walls were hurt in this scramble? Of course, it's the fact that Dino makes it in less than he says and challenges him that allows the other man to enter Hibari's home and life in this manner.
Dino doesn't mean to nearly vault into the room and end up only not toppling into the water himself by sheer luck, but that's about how it goes. He ends up with his hands gripping the edge for dear life, on his knees beside it.
But by god, he made it.
A little huff of a laugh escapes him, half relieved, half honestly amused that they end up like this because he feels like he spent forever chasing it.
The instinct is to pry that cloth from Hibari's eyes, a dash of troll, a dash of control, but he holds back and just settles in beside the bath, shrugging his jacket off.]
You wouldn't think of calling me unreliable at a time like this.
[His mouth twitches, slipping into a smirk one of the few expressions it makes as it is a set of lips that never smiles, not really at least not when anyone else can see. He can hear the fumbling entrace into his bath.
Without moving the cloth he can picture the disheveled mafia boss perfectly.
Hibari will never say the words out loud but somewhere in the prickly man's heart, he enjoys that laugh, he knows how long Dino has been chasing this, if anything he has made sure to keep the chase interesting.
After all, isn't anything worth having worth the effort it takes to achieve. At least digits made more for delicate string work than murder at least by their shape if not their nature plucks the rag enough to let one eye gaze upon.]
[Observe his unassuming yet jaunty smile! He's sugar sweet, he swears. No, wait. He's not. He's definitely not.
His heart practically arrests when one piercing eye meets his, and he resists every urge to stare back. Instead, he looks away, a fond chuckle in his throat as he stands to strip down to nothing.
It would be easy to walk away, to turn his back on the prickliness and vague disinterest. But he knows, absolutely is certain that he is special, and that some little or larger part of him has a tenuous hold on Hibari Kyouya.
When he's done undressing, he slips into the water, an unbidden sigh escaping as he lets the warmth seep into his skin.]
There. Better?
[The teasing gets him hardly anywhere, but he can't help himself. Somewhere very near the surface he will always be that friendly, warm sort.]
[Hibari remains motionless as Dino undresses, gets himself in the bath, and otherwise brightens his simple, quiet lonely without him around existence with his golden good looks and that smile.
That damnable smile that flickers desire through the man's veins. Those fingers, less prone to murder than Hibari's maybe, he is the Boss after all but not less capable, the cloud is already thinking about them on his skin when the Italian undresses.
Unashamedly he watches with that one eye as the other removes his clothes; if one thing can be said about Dino, he is a perfectly beautiful specimen of a man, utterly and sinfully sexy.
His teasing?
Oh, it earns him something alright; once he is settled in the water, the cloud slides forward, not entirely entering his lap yet as he moves closer. Reaching out, he winds his hands around the mafia boss' cock, kneeling there in the bath before him on all fours; he begins stroking the other, wanting him as hard as possible so that he can feel him that much more.
They can get to Hibari playing with his new toys later; he's already got a plugin that guarantees an easier time, and he wants to ride the man right here in his bath.]
I go through all this to get that hard thing inside of me, and you only last five seconds.
[He teases a finger in the tip, applying pressure before he lets go, sliding forward till each of his legs is caging Dino in; he arches up, one arm bracing on the side of the bath, the other reaching behind him, removing the plug that's worked him open enough to satisfy Hibari.
He drops it outside the bath, the entire time staring directly into Dino's eyes, those fingers grabbing him, angling till the head spreads him further, pushing in. He brings his free hand around, gripping it to Dino's shoulders. Leaning in to press lips against his ear, whispering at the same moment he drops his hips, fully encasing the mafia boss inside his body in one stroke that makes his legs tremble from how it fills him.]
The intensity is something he can't find anywhere else, never has, never will. But it's something he needs, if he wants to feel. There's an inherent numbness that came along with the major changes in his life, his warmth a veil that sometimes needs pulling back to let something else shine through. Sometimes that's cold blood and the ability and desire to kill for his family. Sometimes it's... this.
The second Hibari advances, he knows he's in trouble, and he parts his lips to speak. Only there are slender, terrifying hands on him right away, and everything he might've thought to say dies in a satisfied sound on his lips. He knows then that he was being watched with extreme care, that this was premeditated even beyond what he knew.
The look on Dino's face is equal parts dark desire and wide-eyed wonder, as it is so often when they're like this. But he knows his place. He keeps his hips absolutely still, allowing himself only to put strong, whip-worn hands on Hibari's hips as he makes an incredible show of all of this.
Eyes scanning Hibari's, he senses more than sees the plug drop, and it snaps something in him. A belated answer to the taunt forms up in his mind; a low hum rises in his throat; his fingers tense on those hips...
And then he's taken in, one motion, one smooth, unforgiving shot to his heart and mind at the same time as he's physically enveloped. Dino's senses go into overdrive as his eyes slide closed.
He feels the tremble of those powerful legs around him. It's precious vulnerability he doesn't dare comment on, even if he's savoring it. Fingers of one hand slide back, curving along Hibari's ass, kneading at the skin and muscle. The other slips between their bodies, reaching to stroke Hibari lazily.]
I'll last as long as you need me to.
[Need. Not want. It's cocky, self-assured, but Dino's damn sure he won't be going off in mere seconds. Sex with this man is an endurance challenge, not a race, and Dino feels uniquely prepared for it today.
He won't be the first to initiate a proper kiss, so he instead turns his head only enough to catch Hibari's shoulder with parted lips. Then, because he knows, he bares his teeth and scrapes them over the skin there.]
[The same could be said for Hibari; Dino is a contrast; he looks soft, inviting but those whip worn fingers tell of the more hardened layer underneath. The fact that despite all his cheery smiles, he is, in fact, a mafia boss, one who Hibari can get to sound like that by merely stroking him; there is a certain power in it that the guardian craves. He can not find that contrast, the exact right mix that can make him want to give in anywhere else but within this man.
Besides, who does not want to be chased, desired for years, he dangled himself in front of Dino far longer than anyone else would have dared, always just out of reach till the one night he wasn’t. They may not be lovers who share each other's bed every night; their lifestyle dictates something much different.
But the nights they do are the only nights the Cloud lets any of those walls down. There is no other person alive he would show that vulnerability to, that he would allow feeling his body this way. To stroke him, make him twitch, tighten around the mafia boss.
No one else can make him feel good this way; those fingers on his ass are encouragement; he rises, sliding back to the just the head, then sinks again. His fingers curl, digging into Dino’s shoulder, digging in as his body adjusts, each slow rise and fall of his hips opening him more, slowly building the heat in his body.
Hibari knows well enough; if he says it, he will do it, and there is a gleam in those eyes, he will not say it aloud, but this man not once either in bed or life has ever disappointed him. It is a rare thing in his life, and as he continues to slowly ride the mafia boss, water dripping from his hair, down to run races along with his lithe form, he smirks.
Fingers slide into light hair when his shoulder is scraped, his head tips back only exposing more of himself, daring Dino to take more.]
Make me if you want to hear it so bad.
[As he says the words, Hibari brings his hand not gripping the man’s shoulder and arches his back into a curve, hand curling behind him around Dino’s left thigh, the other soon joins it on the right, neck tilted, hips raised that curve gives him just the right angle to smirk down at the man before he begins to bounce himself in earnest.
There is nothing gentle in Hibari Kyouya, not even how he takes the other man; he could be soft and build his body up. Instead, he is arched back, exposed neck, half-lidded eyes, and deep, hard bouncing of his hips, taking in everything Dino has, clenching it in his body, stopping on occasion to grind in his lap, use that motion to grind against his walls as his knees come in, pressing tight Dino’s hips to help keep himself upright.]
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Date: 2020-08-17 11:22 pm (UTC)From:I'm stepping into the bath now.
[That's your answer Dino, he assumes you know what it means.]
hi i've been in moving hell sorry
Date: 2020-08-27 03:38 am (UTC)From:He might've run into a wall but whatever.]
If I was that slow, you wouldn't see me as a challenge.
Fifteen minutes or less.
my apologies I was under back tag and strep throat hell myself ><
Date: 2020-09-06 11:44 pm (UTC)From:In the bath he'll find a half-lidded cloud Guardian, with a hot rag resting across his face, droplets of water running down a neck that is deceptively slender, across lightly toned shoulders, down his chest, disappearing there where the rest of his body relaxes in the steaming water.
It almost looks like a trap, if one knows how imposing it can be when his eyes lock on a person, with them covered by the rag this way he seems approachable, touchable. Of course, considering the context of his previous messages, maybe that's the one he is trying to send now.]
Fourteen.
[He states matter of factly, maybe a hint of amusement, how many walls were hurt in this scramble? Of course, it's the fact that Dino makes it in less than he says and challenges him that allows the other man to enter Hibari's home and life in this manner.
He is exactly right about that.]
2020 is a fk
Date: 2020-09-07 12:18 am (UTC)From:Dino doesn't mean to nearly vault into the room and end up only not toppling into the water himself by sheer luck, but that's about how it goes. He ends up with his hands gripping the edge for dear life, on his knees beside it.
But by god, he made it.
A little huff of a laugh escapes him, half relieved, half honestly amused that they end up like this because he feels like he spent forever chasing it.
The instinct is to pry that cloth from Hibari's eyes, a dash of troll, a dash of control, but he holds back and just settles in beside the bath, shrugging his jacket off.]
You wouldn't think of calling me unreliable at a time like this.
Right?
Date: 2020-09-14 05:53 am (UTC)From:[His mouth twitches, slipping into a smirk one of the few expressions it makes as it is a set of lips that never smiles, not really at least not when anyone else can see. He can hear the fumbling entrace into his bath.
Without moving the cloth he can picture the disheveled mafia boss perfectly.
Hibari will never say the words out loud but somewhere in the prickly man's heart, he enjoys that laugh, he knows how long Dino has been chasing this, if anything he has made sure to keep the chase interesting.
After all, isn't anything worth having worth the effort it takes to achieve. At least digits made more for delicate string work than murder at least by their shape if not their nature plucks the rag enough to let one eye gaze upon.]
Take your clothes off and get in here.
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Date: 2020-10-23 10:40 pm (UTC)From:[Observe his unassuming yet jaunty smile! He's sugar sweet, he swears. No, wait. He's not. He's definitely not.
His heart practically arrests when one piercing eye meets his, and he resists every urge to stare back. Instead, he looks away, a fond chuckle in his throat as he stands to strip down to nothing.
It would be easy to walk away, to turn his back on the prickliness and vague disinterest. But he knows, absolutely is certain that he is special, and that some little or larger part of him has a tenuous hold on Hibari Kyouya.
When he's done undressing, he slips into the water, an unbidden sigh escaping as he lets the warmth seep into his skin.]
There. Better?
[The teasing gets him hardly anywhere, but he can't help himself. Somewhere very near the surface he will always be that friendly, warm sort.]
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Date: 2020-10-23 11:08 pm (UTC)From:lonely without him aroundexistence with his golden good looks and that smile.That damnable smile that flickers desire through the man's veins. Those fingers, less prone to murder than Hibari's maybe, he is the Boss after all but not less capable, the cloud is already thinking about them on his skin when the Italian undresses.
Unashamedly he watches with that one eye as the other removes his clothes; if one thing can be said about Dino, he is a perfectly beautiful specimen of a man, utterly and sinfully sexy.
His teasing?
Oh, it earns him something alright; once he is settled in the water, the cloud slides forward, not entirely entering his lap yet as he moves closer. Reaching out, he winds his hands around the mafia boss' cock, kneeling there in the bath before him on all fours; he begins stroking the other, wanting him as hard as possible so that he can feel him that much more.
They can get to Hibari playing with his new toys later; he's already got a plugin that guarantees an easier time, and he wants to ride the man right here in his bath.]
I go through all this to get that hard thing inside of me, and you only last five seconds.
[He teases a finger in the tip, applying pressure before he lets go, sliding forward till each of his legs is caging Dino in; he arches up, one arm bracing on the side of the bath, the other reaching behind him, removing the plug that's worked him open enough to satisfy Hibari.
He drops it outside the bath, the entire time staring directly into Dino's eyes, those fingers grabbing him, angling till the head spreads him further, pushing in. He brings his free hand around, gripping it to Dino's shoulders. Leaning in to press lips against his ear, whispering at the same moment he drops his hips, fully encasing the mafia boss inside his body in one stroke that makes his legs tremble from how it fills him.]
I really will bite you to death.
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Date: 2020-10-23 11:50 pm (UTC)From:The intensity is something he can't find anywhere else, never has, never will. But it's something he needs, if he wants to feel. There's an inherent numbness that came along with the major changes in his life, his warmth a veil that sometimes needs pulling back to let something else shine through. Sometimes that's cold blood and the ability and desire to kill for his family. Sometimes it's... this.
The second Hibari advances, he knows he's in trouble, and he parts his lips to speak. Only there are slender, terrifying hands on him right away, and everything he might've thought to say dies in a satisfied sound on his lips. He knows then that he was being watched with extreme care, that this was premeditated even beyond what he knew.
The look on Dino's face is equal parts dark desire and wide-eyed wonder, as it is so often when they're like this. But he knows his place. He keeps his hips absolutely still, allowing himself only to put strong, whip-worn hands on Hibari's hips as he makes an incredible show of all of this.
Eyes scanning Hibari's, he senses more than sees the plug drop, and it snaps something in him. A belated answer to the taunt forms up in his mind; a low hum rises in his throat; his fingers tense on those hips...
And then he's taken in, one motion, one smooth, unforgiving shot to his heart and mind at the same time as he's physically enveloped. Dino's senses go into overdrive as his eyes slide closed.
He feels the tremble of those powerful legs around him. It's precious vulnerability he doesn't dare comment on, even if he's savoring it. Fingers of one hand slide back, curving along Hibari's ass, kneading at the skin and muscle. The other slips between their bodies, reaching to stroke Hibari lazily.]
I'll last as long as you need me to.
[Need. Not want. It's cocky, self-assured, but Dino's damn sure he won't be going off in mere seconds. Sex with this man is an endurance challenge, not a race, and Dino feels uniquely prepared for it today.
He won't be the first to initiate a proper kiss, so he instead turns his head only enough to catch Hibari's shoulder with parted lips. Then, because he knows, he bares his teeth and scrapes them over the skin there.]
Let me hear you this time?
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Date: 2020-10-24 04:28 pm (UTC)From:Besides, who does not want to be chased, desired for years, he dangled himself in front of Dino far longer than anyone else would have dared, always just out of reach till the one night he wasn’t. They may not be lovers who share each other's bed every night; their lifestyle dictates something much different.
But the nights they do are the only nights the Cloud lets any of those walls down. There is no other person alive he would show that vulnerability to, that he would allow feeling his body this way. To stroke him, make him twitch, tighten around the mafia boss.
No one else can make him feel good this way; those fingers on his ass are encouragement; he rises, sliding back to the just the head, then sinks again. His fingers curl, digging into Dino’s shoulder, digging in as his body adjusts, each slow rise and fall of his hips opening him more, slowly building the heat in his body.
Hibari knows well enough; if he says it, he will do it, and there is a gleam in those eyes, he will not say it aloud, but this man not once either in bed or life has ever disappointed him. It is a rare thing in his life, and as he continues to slowly ride the mafia boss, water dripping from his hair, down to run races along with his lithe form, he smirks.
Fingers slide into light hair when his shoulder is scraped, his head tips back only exposing more of himself, daring Dino to take more.]
Make me if you want to hear it so bad.
[As he says the words, Hibari brings his hand not gripping the man’s shoulder and arches his back into a curve, hand curling behind him around Dino’s left thigh, the other soon joins it on the right, neck tilted, hips raised that curve gives him just the right angle to smirk down at the man before he begins to bounce himself in earnest.
There is nothing gentle in Hibari Kyouya, not even how he takes the other man; he could be soft and build his body up. Instead, he is arched back, exposed neck, half-lidded eyes, and deep, hard bouncing of his hips, taking in everything Dino has, clenching it in his body, stopping on occasion to grind in his lap, use that motion to grind against his walls as his knees come in, pressing tight Dino’s hips to help keep himself upright.]