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Requiem of Destruction (1x1 with DarkMudkip)

Tachi yielded to him, his eyes becoming half-lidded and he leaned forward so Mitsunari could reach all of him. His hands gently touched along Mitsunari's arms, then down his sides, and to his thighs. His breath was warm against his neck, his fingers expertly removing the armor her had just put on, and setting it on the floor beside them.
 
Mitsunari's fingers expertly unbound Tachi's hakama, pushing them off his hips slowly and opening the yukata gingerly. He knew Tachi was only going slow for his sake, so he returned the favor to be respectful. He trailed his kisses and nips gently down Tachi's neck and shoulders, his hands running along all the skin he could touch.
 
Tachi let out a soft whimper as Mitsunari found his sweet spot, the soft skin below his collar bones. His feathers were soft to the touch, and already his manhood was erect, throbbing almost painfully. As Tachi laid back on the floor, he pulled Mitsunari with him, on top of him; his own hand found its way into his pants, and slowly, almost teasingly, he began to stroke Mitsunari's own member.
 
He gave a low moan but pulled Tachi's hand away, kissing down his body slowly and fully removing the hakama his companion wore. He kissed and licked every inch of Tachi's aching need, there was always a little teasing before Mitsunari relieved him.
 
Tachi's pale face was flushed, one hand running gently through Mitsunari's hair while he bit the back of his hand to muffle his own moans, but it did little. His hips on twitched a few times, but he never forced himself into Mitsunari's mouth, he enjoyed the teasing. "Mitsunari-sama..~" He moaned lowly, his skin feeling feverish.
 
He moaned lowly and rewarded his sounds by taking the tip into his mouth, sucking gently and swirling his tongue slowly around the head. He was aching as well but ignored it, focusing on Tachi and easing his pent up desire.
 
Tachi's mind was starting to go blank, and no longer did he try to hide his pleasure. He pet Mitsunari's hair, head rolled back as he enjoyed the warmth of his lovers mouth, body trembling as a bit of his seed leaked into Mitsunari's mouth. After a moment, he sat up, pushing Mitsunari back against the side of the bed and straddled his hips. Their lips met in a heated kiss as he reached between Mitsunari's legs, fondling him for a few short moments before slowly grinding against his hip. His hand still grasping Mitsunari's need, he moved agonizingly slow as he pleasured him, wanting to do a bit of teasing himself.
 
He hissed and moaned, pulling Tachi's head back gently by his hair to plant bites and kisses along the pale skin of his throat. "I didn't say I was done with you." He growled huskily.
 
He gasped softly at the hair pulling and the bites, giving a nod, he allowed himself to be pushed back onto the floor, once again finding the warmth and wetness of his lover to be overwhelming. As he grew closer to his release, his hips bucked a few times, Tachi's breathing becoming labored.
 
Mitsunari moved steadily and took what he could into his mouth, his hands gently grasping above Tachi's hips to keep him still enough for Mitsunari to work.
 
Finally, with a soft cry, Tachi emptied his seed into Mitsunari's mouth. He lay back against the floor and slowed his breathing, body still trembling a bit.
 
Mitsunari waited until he was spent before pulling back and spitting into a rag. He moved and kissed Tachi's hips slowly up his body, helping him come down from the high.
 
He cupped his hands against Mitsunari's cheeks, pulling him up for a kiss, the high fading slowly but steadily. Still, he kissed Mitsunari, letting his hands caress him gently. He wanted badly to move fast, he wanted to so badly, and he wasn't sure if it was his own desire or Mitsunari's.
 
He kissed back, his need aching and throbbing harder than before. But he only ever went as far as Tachi wanted; he would be perfectly content if Tachi was the only one to want and receive attention and would not ask anything more.
 
Again, Tachi pulled Mitsunari on top of him, kissing him more deeply than before. "It's ok." He whispered softly, what he always said when he would allow Mitsunari to take control of the pace.
 
He nodded and coated his fingers well in saliva to make sure Tachi was well lubricated before he started pushing into him. He went slow, not wanting to cause discomfort, leaving small bite marks along his neck and shoulder.
 
His back arched as Mitsunari pushed two fingers inside of him, lips parted in a soft intake of breath as he gazed up at the ceiling. Again, his aching need came back, throbbing for release as he squirmed a bit in pleasure beneath Mitsunari.
 
He finished prepping him and slowly removed his fingers before prodding his entrance with the tip of his manhood. He moved slowly again, his breath short as he moaned lowly.
 
Tachi rolled his hips slightly, almost as if urging Mitsunari on, reaching out to caress his cheek, sharp nails ghosting over his skin, gazing up at Mitsunari with loving eyes.
 
He turned his head and gently kissed Tachi's wrist as he fully sheathed himself inside his lover. He was shaking, for the first time in a long time it was not out of rage, but in pleasure. His breath was ragged, his fingers leaving marks in the wood floor.
 
Tachi gently took each one of Mitsunari's hands, placing them over his hips as he begain to roll them slowly, pushing Mitsunari's length deeper within himself.
 
He moved slowly at first, almost like he wanted to take his time. He enjoyed his intimate moments with Tachi and always tried savoring them while they lasted as they were few and far in between.
 
Tachi didn't mind either way, fast or slow, he always matched his pace to Mitsunari's. His breath cane out in hot puffs, closing his eyes and enjoying the pleasure that rolled through his body, gasping every so often.
 
After a while Tachi came once more, spilling his seed onto his own stomach and in Mitsunari's hand. He lay on the floor exhausted, more than satisfied and breathing heavily.
 
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