they live inside us

[thememening]

FIGHTING YOUR INNER DEMONS

Everybody has them. Some are louder than others. Some are stronger. Some are overwhelming, and sooner or later you just give up fighting. But there are other people around you who want to help you - maybe they're suffering too, either because of your inner monster or their own. Or maybe they're one of the lucky ones with demons that don't howl so much.

You can help each other. It's better than the alternative.

• Leave top levels with your character name and info.
  
• Specify what you're running from, or if you're running at all, or if you just want to help.
  
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Warning: responses to this meme could potentially contain triggering material.

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[luculence]

[Just like that, when those fingers curl inside of him, Touma feels like a beast in heat. Touch that isn't his own feels so damned good. Even so, he notices Aoba starting to unfasten his belt, and he removes his guiding hand from Aoba's in order to help him out.]

M-mmmh...

[Inside, he lightly tightens his walls around Aoba's fingers, as if trying to draw them in further, or, at least, being reluctant to let them go. All the while, his hips shift and squirm a little.]

Aoba... do I feel good to you?

[cosmo_call]

[ Aoba very much goes by instinct with most of these things, typically trying to compare things to himself, touching in a way he's sure he'd enjoy and therefore can only assume his partner will enjoy too..

Touma's anatomy is unlike his own, of course, so the goalposts are a little off-center, but Aoba figures that at the very least Touma is incredibly expressive like this and is sure to tell him if he does something wrong. Plus, the unknown element of it all is making Aoba want it even more, his mouth watering as he wonders how far this is going to go. ]

You feel.. so good. [ He hisses as Touma tightens, his fingers twitching as a throb of pure desire rattles his bones. ] So wet and- ah- warm..

[ How good Touma feels to him should be evident by the way his cock strains against his underwear once the two of them get his pants open. Aoba groans in relief, but it's still not enough. ]

[luculence]

[Not stopping at just unfastening his belt and giving him some minor relief, Touma helps ease Aoba's cock out of his underwear, panting as Aoba keeps touching him. His hand slides warmly around Aoba's cock, stroking him firmly and eagerly as he cradles the weight of him against his palm.]

You're warm, too, [he points out softly, leaning in to press little kisses against Aoba's cheek and jaw, and finally his lips again. His wrist gives a bit of a twist on each upstroke, using his fingers to tease and caress at least part of the circumference of the head of his partner's cock.]

I feel even better just touching you like this. Ahh... Aoba....

[It's hard to focus much beyond how much more he wants to keep touching his partner. Even doing this much is terribly distracting from any other plans he had in mind.]

[cosmo_call]

[ The sound that falls from Aoba as Touma's precise fingers wrap around him with a familiarity that could be the fault of instinct or of experience (it doesn't matter which, as both make Aoba's mouth water) is loud and high and breathy as he struggles to manage his excitement and surprise enough to maintain his composure. He knew Touma touching him would feel good - he's touched himself enough to know he's not exactly a complex sexual partner in that it really doensn't take a whole lot to get him going - but he never quite anticipated how good it would feel. Touma's hands are soft but intense; they feel scorching hot and in the few moments it takes for Touma's wrist to start to work him up and down and around Aoba can already feel himself becoming addicted to the feeling of another persons hands on him. Of Touma's hands, specifically, on him.

He hisses in a breath, a half hiccup as he whimpers in pleasure, and raises the hand that isn't still busy between Touma's legs up, clutching at the slope of his shoulder. ]

Nnn-- I want you to feel good but- [ He takes another breath, his lungs feeling two sizes smaller than usual. ] If you keep doing that, I'm gonna.. I can't take it, I..

[ He flushes like a whipcrack, his face suddenly burning bright red. ]

...I can't even think when you're touching me like that.

[luculence]

[His mind rapidly turning into a hazy mess of his own, Touma leans in a little more when Aoba grasps his shoulder. He shivers as he hears him out, and stops stroking him altogether, although he doesn't let go of him.]

Aoba.. do you want me to stop?

["Can't" can be a tricky slope, and he doesn't want to do anything untoward.]

Or are you trying to convey that you'd... rather cum elsewhere and not from my hand on you? There's no wrong answer.

[Worried, and shivering from lingering arousal, he kisses Aoba's cheek again, his hips trembling as he struggles not to rock into Aoba's touch, not wanting to lose it, himself. It's so sinfully sweet, though, sending tingle after tingle of pleasure straight through his dick and it's enough to make his pussy lightly clench around those fingers, too.]

[cosmo_call]

[ Everything is so much right now, so intense and so overwhelming; this wonderful mixture of feelings that has him feeling dizzy and hungry, hyper-aware of every single place he and Touma touch. And also aware of how much he's enjoying it - more than video games, music, anything he's ever been through, it all pales in comparison to how he feels when Touma looks at him and touches him. ]

I-- I don't know. I just don't.. w-want this to end, any time soon.

[ He's struggling to meet Touma's eyes now, because this basically translates to Aoba being thirsty, but.. he can't see Touma minding much. It's just a little embarrassing to admit how horny Touma has made him with only these few touches. ]

I want you.. [ He says slowly, carefully, like he's picking his words with great attention when in actual fact it's just taking a lot for him to articulate enough to form actual speech. ] Can we.. go somewhere that isn't the couch, maybe?