[ there was no chastity left in keigo the moment he let guanshan lay him down against the bed, feverish with lust and affection. he brought it out of him without even trying, something keigo didn't necessarily find all that surprising. after all, when he had something to give, he gave with his whole heart— ]

[ though now, he was eagerly taking all of what guanshan had, physically, emotionally. admittedly, the physical was taking precedent to anything else, with the sharp and erratic snap of guanshan's hips echoing in his head. each seeking drive of his dick into his body fired off a delirious satisfaction that beckoned keigo's eyes to roll back, almost as if mirroring the arc of his own spine, eagerly presenting himself to be claimed by guanshan. his throat was tight, drawn taut over desperate groans until no sound was left in him, thoroughly fucked out of his lungs by the punched thrusts up against his prostate.

but more than the physical sensation, the white-hot surge of stimulation that rocketed through him at each hit against that thoroughly abused spot inside of him, was the mental anticipation of what was to come. every time, he would reflexively envision the sticky-hot rush that would spill inside of him and his entire body would shudder. now was no different. with guanshan bottoming out so suddenly and roughly, he knew what was next and his muscles tensed and squeezed around his cock until— ]

[ it was a rasped curse, barely a whisper. he swore he could feel the twitch and pulse around the rim of his asshole, but more importantly, the chroma they were generating seemed to make everything else feel ... more. an acute awareness of guanshan's dick pulsing ropes of come into his ass, topping off deep inside of him to the point that it was obscene. keigo shuddered sharply, every muscle and digit clenched, his inner walls greedily milking guanshan's dick while his fingers clutched at his hand for some tether of support.

it was so much. feeling him come inside would have been more than enough. but then guanshan started moving again, quickly pummeling him with that reckless abandon keigo craved.

and that boiled him over. ]

[ his voice was barely what would be considered recognizable to anyone who'd never fucked him before, but it was that harsh yet lilting keen that keigo's partners probably sought after. carrying those hurried declarations into the hot air they shared, keigo's hips quivered and rocked, his dick flushed deeply and slicked wet, smearing against his belly and thigh. his balls drew up and his release pumped desperately against his stomach, the rocking motion dripping it down over the bedsheets as his free hand rapidly scrambled to squeeze and twist every bit of his orgasm out to the fullest. it was... pretty erratic, with keigo's body shivering and jolting, come flecked against his fingers and thighs, dripping down the shaft to his balls, threatening to mingle with the hot drip of guanshan's spent seed steadily pushed deeper inside. an utter mess and he was riding it out to its fullest, momentarily uncaring of how much he was getting on the sheets or himself or guanshan. it was a euphoric sensation, one that was hard to duplicate without the use of drugs or aphrodisiacs. maybe the chroma counted as some outside stimulant, but all it did was remind keigo of what he sought after in the first place.

he wanted to get fucked up and he did. ]