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[dioception]

[It is easy enough to send a private message to DIO, but anything written here would be visible only to recipients and to those who hold his book in their hands.]
{I'll pretty this post up more in the future}

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[sleight_of_hand]

[ Adachi was drunk; taste had gone out the window a long time ago. He will most certainly regret it in the morning. ]

[ Right now? Not so much. ]

[ He flashed a bloody grin as he was grabbed, allowing himself to be pulled down. He was still for a moment, letting Dio lick the blood wine from his lips, before they parted, his tongue slipping out to flirt with his. In the next moment he was coming down for a kiss, wet and sloppy, and drawing Dio's tongue into his mouth so he could lap up the rest of the blood the lingered. ]

[dioception]

[Dio growled into the kiss, grabbing at Adachi's hips and clawing at him a little as he took full advantage of the access to the other man's mouth. He ran his tongue along those blood-stained teeth, punctuating the kiss with a bite to Adachi's lower lip.

Oh, he wasn't careful at all to avoid using his fangs here. At this point, Adachi should be ready for such a thing. After all, he had slept with him before, and knew exactly what kind of a beast he was.

His hands withdrew from the hips on top of him in order to start undoing his pants, tired of wasting time.]

All this with some dried toast, eh?

[sleight_of_hand]

[ Adachi wasn't exactly the model of patience, either. His hand had slipped down between his legs as he got tied up in the kiss, trying to do some hasty attempt at preparing himself. A moan escaped from him as his lip was bit, making him stop for a moment, hips involuntarily jerking down against Dio at the bite. Were he sober, he'd probably be berating himself for finding biting so damn hot. Instead, he was licking his lips as he pulled away, smearing his own blood over his lower lip. ]

I told you I was hungry.

[dioception]

[Adachi at least had some excuse. He HAD drank like half his body weight in alcohol or something, right? Well. Too much to be GOOD for him, not that Dio was complaining in the least.

He licked at his own lips, a low growl in his throat as he watched the blood smear over the man's lower lip. He was so lucky he was an imPort, or GOD. Dio would just tear him open. He's not even that hungry, but he did have terrible impulse control.

Dio will just have to settle for tearing him apart in another way.]

Well then, swallow me up already.

[He gave Adachi a wicked smirk, flashing a fang, still slightly red from where it had gotten into the man's blood. His fingers hooked into his opened pants and underwear, shoving them down while he wriggled his hips a little.]

If you think you can...

[sleight_of_hand]

[ Adachi returned the expression with a smirk of his own, the stretch of his lip causing a little more blood to slip out from one of the bite marks. He shifted back, grabbing at his pants and underwear so he could help free the beast, as it were. ]

[ ...he had to pause and stare a moment, though. ]

...maybe horse wasn't a big enough description.

[ Yep. ]

[ He grabbed it then for a few rough strokes, making sure Dio was nice and hard before he tried lowering himself onto him. A gasp escaped from him almost immediately as the head pushed at the muscle, sensation shooting up his spine and for a moment looking like it knocked the drunk out of him. He so totally did not prepare himself for this well enough, but common sense was going out the window pretty quickly, and he was forcing himself down. ]

[dioception]

[Now, Dio was by no means a hungry vampire, but there was always something about the way that blood dripped that made something primal inside of him awaken. His pupils dilated as he watched a bead of brilliant red roll down Adachi's chin. That was more hypnotizing to him than even the release of his erection from the confines of too-tight pants, though he snapped back from it at the statement.

He gave a light laugh at the sentiment, though it was QUITE the exaggeration. And thank goodness, right? Adachi already had enough to worry about without being split in half.]

Now don't rush it...

[Not that he didn't appreciate the enthusiasm! In fact, Dio's nails dug into Adachi's hips as he let out a groan of pleasure. It was tight, very tight. Of course, he'd barely prepared at all, so that was to be expected.

One hand eventually left Adachi's hips, allowing the man do wreck himself on his dick while he reached up to grab a fistful of that dark hair to tug him down roughly, Dio's tongue darting out to lick up the man's chin to get that dribble of blood before he sucked gently on his lip. He did remember that he liked the biting, but perhaps Dio could just... use his mouth all over and in many various ways. Surely, he wouldn't have any objections.]

[sleight_of_hand]

[ Oh he definitely didn't seem to object, considering how his alcohol hazed eyes seemed to darken. He was more than happy to move against Dio, each little drag of his cock inside of him drawing soft gasps and huffs of breath. His tongue slipped out to touch sloppily against his lips, silently encouraging him to do whatever the hell he wanted. ]