[ the way their bodies line up feels natural, Guanshan grinding his cheek down on Keigo's with animalistic softness once it's offered, his hands all over him: the arm towards the bed cushioning Keigo's head and keeping him close, fingers that bruise his inner thighs to hold him stretched and open as he fucks up to meet that roll down until he's fully seated inside of him, his dick curved up and held steady by tight, wet heat. ]
Mmn — [ Guanshan isn't even aware of the way it mirrors their first time, how he'd opted for this because he can keep him close and stamp his body into his, rewrite the memory and replace it with something like this: intense, emotional, sweeter. the way he takes it slow, grinds in and out of him nice and easy like he usually only does when he's stoned out of his mind and overstimulated on sensations, but the only thing clouding his mind right now is the tether of emotion Keigo's hooked and buried into him. ]
[ he never pulls all the way out, never starts that steady pounding rhythm he usually likes to take Keigo by to get him hot and loud and overwhelmed. there's a syrupy sweetness to rocking up into him and feeling him fully — every way he twitches, squeezes down on him, every breath that he sucks in when he hits something sweet, every moan that's so close to him he can almost feel it. ]
[ lips trace the shell of his ear, steadily laboring breath panting into it, teeth and tongue tracing down onto the corner of his jaw and column of his throat he feathers with kisses instead of bites and tears and bruises. ]
You ever think about this and touch yerself? [ a filthy and embarrassing suggestion, the hand on his thigh looping to hold his leg up on his forearm, long fingers running up the underside of Keigo's cock — but the sensation they offer is so gentle, fingertips barely running over where he's splayed and hanging against his hip. ] Cry my name out alone in the dark, wishin' I was filling you up like I am now?
[ punctuated by how he rolls up into him until Keigo's rim is flushed up against his balls and stills, lets him feel his entire length buried deep. ]
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Mmn — [ Guanshan isn't even aware of the way it mirrors their first time, how he'd opted for this because he can keep him close and stamp his body into his, rewrite the memory and replace it with something like this: intense, emotional, sweeter. the way he takes it slow, grinds in and out of him nice and easy like he usually only does when he's stoned out of his mind and overstimulated on sensations, but the only thing clouding his mind right now is the tether of emotion Keigo's hooked and buried into him. ]
[ he never pulls all the way out, never starts that steady pounding rhythm he usually likes to take Keigo by to get him hot and loud and overwhelmed. there's a syrupy sweetness to rocking up into him and feeling him fully — every way he twitches, squeezes down on him, every breath that he sucks in when he hits something sweet, every moan that's so close to him he can almost feel it. ]
[ lips trace the shell of his ear, steadily laboring breath panting into it, teeth and tongue tracing down onto the corner of his jaw and column of his throat he feathers with kisses instead of bites and tears and bruises. ]
You ever think about this and touch yerself? [ a filthy and embarrassing suggestion, the hand on his thigh looping to hold his leg up on his forearm, long fingers running up the underside of Keigo's cock — but the sensation they offer is so gentle, fingertips barely running over where he's splayed and hanging against his hip. ] Cry my name out alone in the dark, wishin' I was filling you up like I am now?
[ punctuated by how he rolls up into him until Keigo's rim is flushed up against his balls and stills, lets him feel his entire length buried deep. ]