[ though on the surface, maybe this started as a means to an end, keigo had persisted in his greed for those years. collecting affection and hoarding it, cataloging all the instances in which someone else affirmed that he was wanted, maybe even needed. a pathetic behavior that ebbed and flowed, waxed and waned. for some, it was enough to be called upon, even if he was a second, third, fourth choice. for others, keigo's desire grew beyond a placeholder for attention and turned into a solid yearning. not just fucking and sitting around, leaving when the day dragged on too long, but learning about them, knowing them.
guanshan's crumbling dam was to keigo's explosive, selfish dynamite, imposing himself where he may not have been wanted at first. keigo found those targets and claimed them early. but now, the need to be demanding and bombastic ebbed when he realized in guanshan's returning touch that the work was done. now all that was left was to ford that newly created stream.
when he finally gave in and pushed forward, keigo rewarded the maneuver with a melodic hum, tongue swiping and curling to meet him. it was a deeper drive, slower than what he anticipated, but it made it all the more dizzying as guanshan kept that rhythm going, all while keeping him tightly pressed. keigo's chest was stuttering by the time guanshan's lustful groans reached his ears; it dragged a pleasant sensation up and down his spine, standing the hairs on his arms, prickling his skin. he could only respond in kind as he shuddered against the erotic rhythm, hips rolling to a beat they created together.
sweat had already started to bead at his brow, but it only added to the rawness of their coupling, to which keigo offered up another wanting moan, low and lingering. he tightened his fingers around guanshan's hand, just as his muscles tightened around his dick, squeezing him. ]
Fuck, yeah. Give me what I need. Give it...
[ just as honest and heartfelt a plea as it was a lewd, crass bit of banter rooted in the electrifying way their hips joined and parted, skin rubbing to skin, over and over. ]
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[ though on the surface, maybe this started as a means to an end, keigo had persisted in his greed for those years. collecting affection and hoarding it, cataloging all the instances in which someone else affirmed that he was wanted, maybe even needed. a pathetic behavior that ebbed and flowed, waxed and waned. for some, it was enough to be called upon, even if he was a second, third, fourth choice. for others, keigo's desire grew beyond a placeholder for attention and turned into a solid yearning. not just fucking and sitting around, leaving when the day dragged on too long, but learning about them, knowing them.
Fuck, yeah. Give me what I need. Give it...guanshan's crumbling dam was to keigo's explosive, selfish dynamite, imposing himself where he may not have been wanted at first. keigo found those targets and claimed them early. but now, the need to be demanding and bombastic ebbed when he realized in guanshan's returning touch that the work was done. now all that was left was to ford that newly created stream.
when he finally gave in and pushed forward, keigo rewarded the maneuver with a melodic hum, tongue swiping and curling to meet him. it was a deeper drive, slower than what he anticipated, but it made it all the more dizzying as guanshan kept that rhythm going, all while keeping him tightly pressed. keigo's chest was stuttering by the time guanshan's lustful groans reached his ears; it dragged a pleasant sensation up and down his spine, standing the hairs on his arms, prickling his skin. he could only respond in kind as he shuddered against the erotic rhythm, hips rolling to a beat they created together.
sweat had already started to bead at his brow, but it only added to the rawness of their coupling, to which keigo offered up another wanting moan, low and lingering. he tightened his fingers around guanshan's hand, just as his muscles tightened around his dick, squeezing him. ]
[ just as honest and heartfelt a plea as it was a lewd, crass bit of banter rooted in the electrifying way their hips joined and parted, skin rubbing to skin, over and over. ]