[ it'd be easy to get lost like this. there was a sort of out-of-body, animalistic otherness that tended to take over him with sex — especially sex with strangers. automatic, simplistic, without thought. it didn't reason what would bring two people together; it didn't fuck from the heart as well as the hips. it was something that had become routine, ingrained in him, an exchange of one service for another. mutual use. ]
[ with Keigo, things had started there. a balcony fuck, some money to be earned, the "slot b tab a" easiness that he'd always assumed lead to boredom. ]
[ and now there's this. a boy who cries for him when he's gone, sighs and opens his legs for him when he's not, who wants him near for a reason he can't deduce but can't deny its presence. it sinks in his gut all at once, an anchor of attachment that mixes hot and heady with the lust already brewing there — and makes it more intense. another thing he's never been able to explain: why that particular combination gets him so... riled up. ]
[ there's an agony that turns its undercurrent into a knife. opening himself up to this always means opening himself up to the potential loss that comes with it. and that makes him feel... dangerous. ]
[ a few wet, sloppy kisses against his tip, catching his own saliva against his lips. they press into a juncture of hip bone, an arch of ribs, a nipple as he works his way back up. knees planted in the sheets, one hand suspending him up, he then... lays at Keigo's side, changing their positions up. he comes to slot himself next to him, turning him over until he's pressed against Guanshan's back and they're both on their sides, Guanshan slides an arm under his core and hikes up a leg with his other, spreading him open and hiking a hip. ]
[ with Keigo spooned up against him, Guanshan's mouth presses right at his ear, his voice a breathy whisper at the shell of it. ]
Say my name. [ below, he lines his tip up and pushes in gently, making his rim stretch slow and catch over the thickest part of his cock as he takes him in. ]
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[ with Keigo, things had started there. a balcony fuck, some money to be earned, the "slot b tab a" easiness that he'd always assumed lead to boredom. ]
[ and now there's this. a boy who cries for him when he's gone, sighs and opens his legs for him when he's not, who wants him near for a reason he can't deduce but can't deny its presence. it sinks in his gut all at once, an anchor of attachment that mixes hot and heady with the lust already brewing there — and makes it more intense. another thing he's never been able to explain: why that particular combination gets him so... riled up. ]
[ there's an agony that turns its undercurrent into a knife. opening himself up to this always means opening himself up to the potential loss that comes with it. and that makes him feel... dangerous. ]
[ a few wet, sloppy kisses against his tip, catching his own saliva against his lips. they press into a juncture of hip bone, an arch of ribs, a nipple as he works his way back up. knees planted in the sheets, one hand suspending him up, he then... lays at Keigo's side, changing their positions up. he comes to slot himself next to him, turning him over until he's pressed against Guanshan's back and they're both on their sides, Guanshan slides an arm under his core and hikes up a leg with his other, spreading him open and hiking a hip. ]
[ with Keigo spooned up against him, Guanshan's mouth presses right at his ear, his voice a breathy whisper at the shell of it. ]
Say my name. [ below, he lines his tip up and pushes in gently, making his rim stretch slow and catch over the thickest part of his cock as he takes him in. ]