<span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">The sounds the other made caused him to growl as he tugged at the other's sash. The annoying fabrics where one step closer to being cut off. Leaning back he let Murasaki get at his belt and pants. He didn't honestly care what the person under him felt or thought only that he had a raging hard-on that needed to be handled so he could focus on tearing apart his enemies one by one. <br/>
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There was something nearly psycotic with the way Aoi jerked then lithe male forward then pressed on his shoulders conveying the need for the other to kneel, "Make me nice and wet," He demanded, "And start stretching."<br/>
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It was likely a command he didn't have to give due to his lovers knowing they had better have a reason for approaching him. Some ended up dead for seeking kindness that simply didn't exist within him. While other's were beaten and fucked till they remembered he didn't like affection. He offered them one kindness and that was that they always be ready for him to take them at any given moment. It didn't matter if they were asleep when he came for them. A few who didn't learn this were tossed on the streets of Tokyo. In this day and age it wasn't a pleasant place to be for any one really.<br/>
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He ran his hands through his hair as he stared down at his favorite. Everyone had that one being they would allow to make demands of them. While weaker than him he was okay with Murasaki asking and even demanding things from him. Perhaps it was due to the face they didn't remind him in the least of his past... Even he didn't quite understand it and had little reason to care to. After all he always got what he wanted in the end.</span>