[ Power doesn't weigh a lot, comparatively, but it's enough to ground Aki, to make him feel better from the state of grief and anxiety he has been in for the last few days; it soothes some of the last remaining echoes of his discomfort and gives him something to focus on, which he has been sorely lacking. He hasn't been the best caretaker to her or Denji, but at least he can try a little harder in the future. He has something to fall back on.
Watching her reactions to him has his lips twitching just a little, waiting for her to go through the mental gymnastics of his offer. He can't really deny how good it feels to get bitten, the pain-pleasure of it that makes him want more, and if it makes her feel good as well... Well, Aki can't find it in himself to complain or put it off. He if wants it, and she wants it...
The hand in her hair tightens a little, using the grip of it to urge her down, to chase the taste of her mouth; not hard enough to really hurt, but enough that he can try and catch her tongue before it's done licking her lips, chasing the taste of her before he collapses back into his futon. The little energy he has is focused entirely on her, and it's running low.
He's tired, so tired, but he wants, too. She's inspiring it all in him. ]
Not yet. I have a little bit of sanity left. [ He smiles at her. ] I like it when you bite me, Power. It feels good.
( he pulls her down and she nearly bites him then and there, his mouth lingering on her tongue, lips pressing against hers. the temptation is so strong that she grips his shirt too hard between both her hands — it rips a little, the sound startling her to nuzzle further into his chest as hayakawa collapses back on the futon. 'a little bit of sanity left,' is this what the veterans meant when they talked in hushed voices about the ones who had left public safety? the ones who lived, but didn't go private and just disappeared one day?
she ought to care more. a human would care more. a human would want to know what he means by that, would be unnerved by the fact that he says he likes it when she bites him —
power doesn't care. he likes it, it feels good — and that has her heart jumping, stomach flipping over. she's got enough presence of mind not to bite him on the mouth, or try and tug his lower lip between her teeth; it'd be too visible later, there'd be questions to answer. but his neck is right there, just in front of her nose, and...
she breathes harshly, tongue flicking across the skin of his pulse point. she can smell his blood just below the surface, can already taste it —
when she bites, it's sudden, teeth sinking into flesh where his shoulder meets his neck. a vein would be too risky, even if she could try and stop the bleeding herself. controlling her own blood was one thing, but someone else's took real effort. still, she doesn't have to penetrate deeply to taste him. the taste of aki bursts in her mouth, on her tongue — better than meat, better than anything else.
he tastes different. nothing acrid, nothing bad, but there's a tinge of something she can't quite explain to his blood that she's not used to. pulling her teeth back, she closes her mouth over the wound and lathes her tongue over it, as though savoring the taste. it feels right to rock her hips down against him, to rub her body up and down his chest until the sensation of him in her mouth matches the sensation between her legs, the points of her nipples, everywhere. )
[ Aki watches her as she lets herself think through what is going on, what he is saying, deciding whether this is something she wants to do. Power might like biting, might like the taste of blood, but that doesn't mean that she wants to do it right now. Maybe this is some kind of way for him to pay back his grief, maybe it is a way of self-harming without actually lifting a blade, but... It makes him happy, to know that he could feed her, that his pain might do something good.
He wants this; he wants to feel her teeth sink into him, wants to hear the sounds that she would make when she does it, knowing that it will fuel and arouse her both. He trusts her to control herself enough not to kill him, recognises that she might be able to stem the bleeding before it gets too bad, and maybe... Maybe he'll be able to have some kind of mark and scar to have evidence of it.
Denji would definitely kill him, or at least be jealous enough to rage, but he doesn't care.
The bite does come as a bit of a surprise, a choked off gasp falling from his mouth before he breathes out. It comes with a short, sharp whine, his head tilting back as his fingers comb through her hair with all the tenderness that he can muster. When she starts to lick rather than nip he moans, hips jerking a little. Pain and pleasure as so close to one another, and with Power's body over the top of his... He's only human.
She might not be, but he is. ]
Fuck, Power...
[ His hands drop, gripping her hips, his cock grinding against her a little; he hadn't meant to make this entirely sexual, but it feels too good to ignore. ]
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rip sorry mobile posting had me hitting enter early
( in spite of herself, she drinks in hayakawa — the subtle taste she’s come to associate with him cloying in the back of her throat, the noise he makes like she’s caught him by surprise when she bites down, the way his moan drives a shiver down her spine and they rock together with his fingers pressing into her hips. there’s something delicate and fragile underneath the thick bronze taste of him, and her tongue soothes over the bite once more chasing whatever it is that has changed.
he lets out an expletive and she catches one last rivulet of blood on the tip of her tongue before settling back to watch him, her smile triumphant. it’s the most … alive he’s sounded since she came into the room, and hayakawa rarely curses. he’s not like her or denji, letting the words go with relish like bombs. )
You’re weird. ( she says, though it doesn’t sound like an insult. smugly, she shifts her hips until she can feel the length of him pressing against her — then grinds down with a slow roll. the sensation — hard and soft — mixes with the light headed feeling she always gets after tasting blood, and she makes a noise of delight low in her throat. )
Do you ever want to bite me like that? ( maybe it’s a silly question, but she can’t help but be endlessly curious about this part of him — not humans, him. she doesn’t give a shit about the rest of them. but hayakawa… he buys her food. takes care of nyako. cooks.
[ Power is a Devil; Power is a creature that Aki is supposed to hate, is supposed to shun, to fight and kill because it's his job, above all else. When she curls close to him like this, however, when her teeth sink into his neck and give him everything that he could ever ask for. He'd lost all hope and desire for tenderness, warmth and love all those years ago, when his entire family was ripped out of his hands at a young age, but now...
Aki yearns for it, for the warmth of her body, the way she embraces him, her teeth in his skin and her nails dragging along his neck, her mouth against his own. He wants to lean up and kiss her, to taste the metallic tang of his own blood from her mouth, but he has to stop himself from giving into the urge. It feels dangerous and feral, as if it's going to cause problem after problem, but he doesn't think she would mind that much.
He's insane: public safety has always been that way. Aki's squad has always been that way. He's lost his mind and she's right there with him, with her own little boasts of insanity to twin his own, to make him feel less lonely in this strange, twisting world.
Leaning his head back, he huffs out a little noise before he shakes his head fondly. Sure, he's the weird one, says the fiend, so desperate for his blood that she'd do it without second guessing herself for even a moment. The fiend that would be sucking his cock and doing whatever he asked right now if he let her. ]
Sometimes. I wouldn't enjoy it the way you do, though.
[ Sex might make him impulsive, seek out biting, marking and scars, but it doesn't make him as high as it does Power and blood combined. ]
Why? Do you want me to bite you, Power? Do you want to feel it as well?
( for a moment, she pauses (odd for power, who is so often always in motion) and seems to really consider his question. would she want him to bite her? lips pursed in a pensive expression, she trails her fingers over the still fresh bite on him, catching a few drops of blood and then dragging the finger to her lips to press inside and taste him. would she taste like this — like sunshine and a little bit like cigarettes?
she doubts it. )
Mm. It might heal before I'd bleed though — ( she decides, tone pragmatic and cheerful, a smear of his blood on her lower lip. leaning in, she presses her lips against his again, wondering if he can taste himself the way she does. probably not, not with his stupid human senses. pressing her tongue past his teeth, she tries to share the sensation of him in her mouth.
she's panting when she breaks away, traces of his blood gone. )
You can try. It won't hurt. ( how could he hurt her? she healed fast enough on her own, and besides — she's taken worse hits than anything hayakawa could dish out. )
[ Aki is usually pretty good at sussing out what his partners want when it comes to sex - if they want him to be in charge or otherwise, if they're into something a little riskier or if they want something that pretends to be romantic. It's harder, with Power, and he's not sure if that's because he cares about her, or because he's seeped in grief, or if it's something he can't name, but it's still a unique sensation. What would it be like, to truly give over to these feelings?
Idle thoughts, ones that he shoves away.
He's going to die. It's not worth dwelling on.
Leaning in, he nuzzles at her neck, ignoring the sting of his skin as he sighs softly. ]
We can try. If you don't like it, we won't do it again.
[ His lips trail along her neck, up to her jaw where he kisses properly before it drops to her collarbone. It feels natural to open his mouth then, to sink his blunt teeth into her skin, groaning softly. ]
( she’s rarely been bitten — devils, sometimes, when they got past her blood axe to get a little bit of a nibble. she wouldn’t have survived as long as she had without a few scars (not that fiends actually scarred). but she’s never been bit like this, in this context.
his mouth is warm and power can feel the vibration of his voice against her skin. it’s hard to deny him anything with the taste of his blood in the back of her throat, and she nods, winding her fingers in his hair and —
she tugs when he bites down, the movement involuntary and a bit too hard for a human. it doesn’t hurt, not really, but she can tell immediately that he’ll have to bite her harder than she’s been biting him to break skin.
good. the pain curls in the part of her stomach where she associates arousal, mixing with a sudden throb between her legs where his length his nudging her. power shivers, rocks her hips again as he continues to bite. it takes a moment for her to process that she can help him; he’s just about broken skin, so it’s not hard to push some of her blood through the opening and into his mouth.
the sensation of that is overwhelming too; blood has always felt like a part of her and for a second she’s inside him — his mouth, warm and wet, down his throat…
the moan that shatters the air surprises her too. )
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Watching her reactions to him has his lips twitching just a little, waiting for her to go through the mental gymnastics of his offer. He can't really deny how good it feels to get bitten, the pain-pleasure of it that makes him want more, and if it makes her feel good as well... Well, Aki can't find it in himself to complain or put it off. He if wants it, and she wants it...
The hand in her hair tightens a little, using the grip of it to urge her down, to chase the taste of her mouth; not hard enough to really hurt, but enough that he can try and catch her tongue before it's done licking her lips, chasing the taste of her before he collapses back into his futon. The little energy he has is focused entirely on her, and it's running low.
He's tired, so tired, but he wants, too. She's inspiring it all in him. ]
Not yet. I have a little bit of sanity left. [ He smiles at her. ] I like it when you bite me, Power. It feels good.
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she ought to care more. a human would care more. a human would want to know what he means by that, would be unnerved by the fact that he says he likes it when she bites him —
power doesn't care. he likes it, it feels good — and that has her heart jumping, stomach flipping over. she's got enough presence of mind not to bite him on the mouth, or try and tug his lower lip between her teeth; it'd be too visible later, there'd be questions to answer. but his neck is right there, just in front of her nose, and...
she breathes harshly, tongue flicking across the skin of his pulse point. she can smell his blood just below the surface, can already taste it —
when she bites, it's sudden, teeth sinking into flesh where his shoulder meets his neck. a vein would be too risky, even if she could try and stop the bleeding herself. controlling her own blood was one thing, but someone else's took real effort. still, she doesn't have to penetrate deeply to taste him. the taste of aki bursts in her mouth, on her tongue — better than meat, better than anything else.
he tastes different. nothing acrid, nothing bad, but there's a tinge of something she can't quite explain to his blood that she's not used to. pulling her teeth back, she closes her mouth over the wound and lathes her tongue over it, as though savoring the taste. it feels right to rock her hips down against him, to rub her body up and down his chest until the sensation of him in her mouth matches the sensation between her legs, the points of her nipples, everywhere. )
tw: ref to self harm
He wants this; he wants to feel her teeth sink into him, wants to hear the sounds that she would make when she does it, knowing that it will fuel and arouse her both. He trusts her to control herself enough not to kill him, recognises that she might be able to stem the bleeding before it gets too bad, and maybe... Maybe he'll be able to have some kind of mark and scar to have evidence of it.
Denji would definitely kill him, or at least be jealous enough to rage, but he doesn't care.
The bite does come as a bit of a surprise, a choked off gasp falling from his mouth before he breathes out. It comes with a short, sharp whine, his head tilting back as his fingers comb through her hair with all the tenderness that he can muster. When she starts to lick rather than nip he moans, hips jerking a little. Pain and pleasure as so close to one another, and with Power's body over the top of his... He's only human.
She might not be, but he is. ]
Fuck, Power...
[ His hands drop, gripping her hips, his cock grinding against her a little; he hadn't meant to make this entirely sexual, but it feels too good to ignore. ]
rip sorry mobile posting had me hitting enter early
he lets out an expletive and she catches one last rivulet of blood on the tip of her tongue before settling back to watch him, her smile triumphant. it’s the most … alive he’s sounded since she came into the room, and hayakawa rarely curses. he’s not like her or denji, letting the words go with relish like bombs. )
You’re weird. ( she says, though it doesn’t sound like an insult. smugly, she shifts her hips until she can feel the length of him pressing against her — then grinds down with a slow roll. the sensation — hard and soft — mixes with the light headed feeling she always gets after tasting blood, and she makes a noise of delight low in her throat. )
Do you ever want to bite me like that? ( maybe it’s a silly question, but she can’t help but be endlessly curious about this part of him — not humans, him. she doesn’t give a shit about the rest of them. but hayakawa… he buys her food. takes care of nyako. cooks.
touches her like this, too. )
been there
Aki yearns for it, for the warmth of her body, the way she embraces him, her teeth in his skin and her nails dragging along his neck, her mouth against his own. He wants to lean up and kiss her, to taste the metallic tang of his own blood from her mouth, but he has to stop himself from giving into the urge. It feels dangerous and feral, as if it's going to cause problem after problem, but he doesn't think she would mind that much.
He's insane: public safety has always been that way. Aki's squad has always been that way. He's lost his mind and she's right there with him, with her own little boasts of insanity to twin his own, to make him feel less lonely in this strange, twisting world.
Leaning his head back, he huffs out a little noise before he shakes his head fondly. Sure, he's the weird one, says the fiend, so desperate for his blood that she'd do it without second guessing herself for even a moment. The fiend that would be sucking his cock and doing whatever he asked right now if he let her. ]
Sometimes. I wouldn't enjoy it the way you do, though.
[ Sex might make him impulsive, seek out biting, marking and scars, but it doesn't make him as high as it does Power and blood combined. ]
Why? Do you want me to bite you, Power? Do you want to feel it as well?
cw bloodplay (oops i should have warned before)
she doubts it. )
Mm. It might heal before I'd bleed though — ( she decides, tone pragmatic and cheerful, a smear of his blood on her lower lip. leaning in, she presses her lips against his again, wondering if he can taste himself the way she does. probably not, not with his stupid human senses. pressing her tongue past his teeth, she tries to share the sensation of him in her mouth.
she's panting when she breaks away, traces of his blood gone. )
You can try. It won't hurt. ( how could he hurt her? she healed fast enough on her own, and besides — she's taken worse hits than anything hayakawa could dish out. )
you're good
Idle thoughts, ones that he shoves away.
He's going to die. It's not worth dwelling on.
Leaning in, he nuzzles at her neck, ignoring the sting of his skin as he sighs softly. ]
We can try. If you don't like it, we won't do it again.
[ His lips trail along her neck, up to her jaw where he kisses properly before it drops to her collarbone. It feels natural to open his mouth then, to sink his blunt teeth into her skin, groaning softly. ]
a wild post appears!
his mouth is warm and power can feel the vibration of his voice against her skin. it’s hard to deny him anything with the taste of his blood in the back of her throat, and she nods, winding her fingers in his hair and —
she tugs when he bites down, the movement involuntary and a bit too hard for a human. it doesn’t hurt, not really, but she can tell immediately that he’ll have to bite her harder than she’s been biting him to break skin.
good. the pain curls in the part of her stomach where she associates arousal, mixing with a sudden throb between her legs where his length his nudging her. power shivers, rocks her hips again as he continues to bite. it takes a moment for her to process that she can help him; he’s just about broken skin, so it’s not hard to push some of her blood through the opening and into his mouth.
the sensation of that is overwhelming too; blood has always felt like a part of her and for a second she’s inside him — his mouth, warm and wet, down his throat…
the moan that shatters the air surprises her too. )