#Ryoji Mochizuki x Minato Arsiato

[narrators-journal]

another ryomina but w 5 and 12 (:

I can’t promise this is very good, but it’s one of two Ryomina asks, so I’m taking it as a chance to just purely INDULGE with my thoughts on RyoMina. So, Nyx is sort of treated like Ryoji’s mom, and canonicity is acknowledged, but loose. I hope you all enjoy this one too <3

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CW: Breeding, gentle breathplay, at least implied pet play, rough sex, Ryoji’s kinda a slut lol.

Creaking, slapping, sighs and moans. The weight of a body on top of him, and another settling over his mind, the warmth of impatient breath’s fanning out across his skin, the fingers pressing against the back of his neck as Minato held the god’s collar. Everything felt like too much, but nowhere near enough at the same time. Even after the blue-haired man was given to him until the seal was no longer needed, Ryoji still couldn’t get enough of Minato’s touch.

The scent of clean laundry and lavender, the unyielding onslaught of stomach-clenching pleasure, the guttural growls of, “good boy…” “You're taking me so well….” panted into his ear as he clawed into the rumpled sheets of the bed, it was intoxicating. Like the powerful wildcard exuded some aphrodisiac, or...whatever other drug wiped out any thought in a person's head.

Ryoji couldn’t be bothered to think of one to fit that description at the moment. Not with Minato clawing into his hips, biting at his neck like a cat in heat, trapping the god in place as he slammed into him at a ruthless, thorough pace that sent shockwaves of painful pleasure and an erotic powerlessness that turned Ryoji’s muscles fork tender and swept away any coherent thought beyond breed, breed, breed.

A, clearly, out of place urge in the man’s head. But...the longer Minato had him tripped in deliciously demeaning torment, the stronger that desire grew. Feeding the flames of the lustful forest fire already in his belly, and drawing out more whines and needy cries, “B-breed me! Breed me, Mina, please!” He begged, gasping slightly when the blue-haired man suddenly halted his thrusting and grabbed the back of his collar to pull his head back. Restricting Ryoji’s oxygen as he hummed with an edge of amusement in his lazy voice, “What was that, nightshade?” the god able to feel him grin when he shuddered at his husky question, “Breed...me.” He repeated, doing his best to look into his lover’s stormy eyes with his best submissive, pleading look, “Please?”

For a long moment, Ryoji could only blink blearily, wheezing breaths through the pull of his thick collar. Minato looked into his lust-dulled eyes in silence until, “Man, you really don’t have a single other thought in that head of yours, do you?” At that, the brunette did his best to nod, the lack of air seeping into his head to thicken the haze. Which, he was sure Minato could see, judging from the small smile tugging at the man’s lips before he finally released the collar and let Ryoji flop back onto the mussed bedding, gulping down air and moaning at the headrush that replaced the sluggishness.

Laying there, his legs shaking, Minato’s arms on either side of his shoulders, the god of death tried to scrape together enough coherent thoughts to be at all ashamed of his position. Laying on his belly, with a mortal buried hilt-deep in his ass. Letting a piece of prey turn his mind into mush, and pleading to somehow get a kid from him. Nyx would be disgusted with her avatar, for sure.

It made the coil in Ryoji’s belly tighten.

Tightening further when Minato lowered himself so that his chest was pressed to Ryoji’s back, his lips leaving a warm trail of feather-light kisses from the base of the brunette’s neck to his ear, where he almost purred. “You want me to breed you, nightshade?~” In a dangerously honeyed tone that made the god whine like a whore, “Yes! Pleash!” “Do you?” He asked again, his words thrumming against Ryoji’s skin as he spoke, all while grinding into his lover’s ass to get more mindless moans and slurred pleas from him.

Only satisfied when the brunette was begging and squirming beneath him. Kept from moving his hips to get even a crumb more of friction by the hand Minato kept at his hip. “Okay, handsome. Calm down.” He said with a breath of a laugh.

With that, he returned to humping into Ryoji. Trading his more feral, fast pace for one that would make the mindless man beneath him jolt with each thrust. Bracing himself by keeping one hand on Ryoji’s hips, and putting his other one on his shoulder. Not that Ryoji was prone to escaping, the god was reduced to little more than a mindless whore, muttering out, “Please...please, breed...please, please...breed me…” amidst the lewd noises he let out more and more the tighter the coil in his stomach got. Until, with a damn near howl, a powerful burst of heat turned the god’s vision white.

However, as the warmth of his own seed subsided on his stomach, and Ryoji could get air back into his lungs, he found that the warmth in his belly wasn’t fading the same way. Taking too long to register as the warm fullness of his lover filling him with his own cum. “Mina…?” He mumbled, almost unintelligible after his orgasm had swept away his energy like a tsunami. A state the wildcard seemed to be in as well, laying on the brunette, his face buried in his neck as he regained his composure. “Are...you okay?”

The blue-haired man gave a grunt in confirmation, running a hand up the god’s soft side affectionately before he mumbled, “I’ll clean you up later. Cuddles first.” Which, Ryoji nodded at. Letting the man pull him down and wrap his strong arms around him. The softer kisses and his simple company in the mess of blankets, sheets, and pillows gave the brunette that same buzz and warmth that he enjoyed.

A nice end to such a feral night of fun.