[ there we go. there's the kind of pleading, borderline mindless desperation he wants to hear, every word tightening the coil in his guts. this is exactly what he wants — what the sanguined, primal animal in him demands: a mate wholly committed to pleasing him, taking him. patience has rewarded him with Keigo's mind scrambled by heat and need, and when he rears back up to stretch out a kink in his shoulder from being so bent over, he takes those wrists with him, pinning them to his thighs. ]
You need it, huh.
[ hips pull back until the angular point of his cock traces over his clit, his lips, lines up neatly with his hole, wet and begging to be filled. the grip he keeps him pinned down on is tight and malicious, refusing to let Keigo do much more than squirm writhe, not enough room to demand or take more — ]
[ with reason, because the way Guanshan pushes oh so slowly is almost painful, even for him. it's not any kind of common courtesy for how much stretching Keigo might need because there's no relenting in it, no concern: just the slow, careful, steady descent into him and the way he watches it with keen eyes. it's lewd and filthy, the way this big piece opens him up and pushes in, spreading him open and pushing out more wetness to make room for himself — the way the rim of Keigo's hole goes puffy and red as it stretches to take him, thicker and thicker to lower he goes. ]
[ a sheen of sweat has broken on him too by the time he's gotten three quarters of the way down — probably about his normal length. he slows even more, a low moan leaving even him as he eases forward. ]
This what you need? [ his voice low, husky, a darkly lit ember with all the smoke. ]
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You need it, huh.
[ hips pull back until the angular point of his cock traces over his clit, his lips, lines up neatly with his hole, wet and begging to be filled. the grip he keeps him pinned down on is tight and malicious, refusing to let Keigo do much more than squirm writhe, not enough room to demand or take more — ]
[ with reason, because the way Guanshan pushes oh so slowly is almost painful, even for him. it's not any kind of common courtesy for how much stretching Keigo might need because there's no relenting in it, no concern: just the slow, careful, steady descent into him and the way he watches it with keen eyes. it's lewd and filthy, the way this big piece opens him up and pushes in, spreading him open and pushing out more wetness to make room for himself — the way the rim of Keigo's hole goes puffy and red as it stretches to take him, thicker and thicker to lower he goes. ]
[ a sheen of sweat has broken on him too by the time he's gotten three quarters of the way down — probably about his normal length. he slows even more, a low moan leaving even him as he eases forward. ]
This what you need? [ his voice low, husky, a darkly lit ember with all the smoke. ]