[ as if he needed to be told. the way Keigo's clinging to him and how the voluptuous curve of his breasts is pressing into his chest — the small, soft, submissive body beneath him — he's already revved up and eager to go. ]

[ it's messy at first, the way he starts mindlessly grinding his hips, too drunk on the feeling of that hot, tight cunt all over him to pull out for too long and truly fuck him. it's more like shifting his cock inside of him at every angle to loosen him up, stretching and pulling Keigo's insides this way and that, forcing him as open as possible while Iris heals the damage and assuages the discomfort, automatic and magical, instinctual in understanding. ]

[ it isn't without its benefits, acquainting Keigo with every inch of him, familiarizing him with all the textured nubs that rub at his walls and the fullness of his base when he presses it all the way in. for a moment, he even lays his hand over the feminine softness of his lower belly to feel himself push up against his own hand when he bottoms out. ]

Mmh, all right, let's see here...

[ it comes with some rearranging; Guanshan grabs Keigo's ankles and bends him, contorting the smaller, weaker body beneath him as he pleases, demanding it obey him. soon, he's pinned beneath him and practically folded in half, ass and thighs up in the air and breasts trapped between pinned forearms, spine at such a curve that Keigo can see where his own cunt is stuffed and puffy with need and leaking. Guanshan tests the angle, knees bending, a rippled strength there he doesn't normally have holding him up as he starts. ]

[ a frenetic, delicious pace, his dick bent to push in and hit deep with every brutal thrust down. ]

Fuck... yeah, that's it... [ his own head hangs to watch the show — Keigo's breasts bouncing with his rhythm, how his cock is swallowed each time, the seams of their wet skin smacking erotically. ]

You're gonna look so good swollen with my eggs, baby girl...

[ his human nature has just stopped questioning this shit. ]