[ loud, pulsing, alive — Keigo's always so reactionary and fucking good good when he comes, cries and shakes and tells him just what he wants with the sheath-tight squeeze that milks him eagerly of every last drop he has to give... and it's always plenty, youth and hormones on both of their sides. Guanshan doesn't have a chance to enjoy the blurry golden light of his afterglow when he's being ridden back just as hard, can feel him come all over his cock with wild spasms along his entire length that drop him down for a whole other kind of experience. ]
[ there's lust here, dirty and addictive, but his name in that desperate pitch razes it down to something hotter that tugs his heartstrings along for the ride, chained up to the hitch and dragged across the gravel in bloody wake. and those demands — ]
[ he can't let him down. his muscles burn with the tension and build up of overuse, thighs muscles sizzling with the threat of cramps the next morning but he doesn't fucking care; he can't stop when he knows what Keigo wants, wants it in return. so his hips slow but don't stop, resuming a semblance of a rhythm that's punching and hard and is exactly what he needs after the slow, agonizingly slow build-up of this violent climax — how the fuck had he ever managed to put it off that long? ]
[ now, with both of their orgasms at a painful peak and Guanshan knowing he's exactly positioned to slam into Keigo's prostate with every thrust, he wraps his palm around his throat and pins him down before he can squirm away from the agonizing oversensitivity. ]
[ he'll get what he wants, even after he stops locking it. ]
Yeah. Yeah, that's it, fuck.
[ sweat beads and drips, the sheen between them slick and slippery, his aggressive onslaught making the smack of their skin raunchy and louder than ever. ]
God you take my cock so fuckin' good, my perfect — hng, slut. [ words that fall out of him with feverish abandon, inhibitions long since lost. ]
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[ there's lust here, dirty and addictive, but his name in that desperate pitch razes it down to something hotter that tugs his heartstrings along for the ride, chained up to the hitch and dragged across the gravel in bloody wake. and those demands — ]
[ he can't let him down. his muscles burn with the tension and build up of overuse, thighs muscles sizzling with the threat of cramps the next morning but he doesn't fucking care; he can't stop when he knows what Keigo wants, wants it in return. so his hips slow but don't stop, resuming a semblance of a rhythm that's punching and hard and is exactly what he needs after the slow, agonizingly slow build-up of this violent climax — how the fuck had he ever managed to put it off that long? ]
[ now, with both of their orgasms at a painful peak and Guanshan knowing he's exactly positioned to slam into Keigo's prostate with every thrust, he wraps his palm around his throat and pins him down before he can squirm away from the agonizing oversensitivity. ]
[ he'll get what he wants, even after he stops locking it. ]
Yeah. Yeah, that's it, fuck.
[ sweat beads and drips, the sheen between them slick and slippery, his aggressive onslaught making the smack of their skin raunchy and louder than ever. ]
God you take my cock so fuckin' good, my perfect — hng, slut. [ words that fall out of him with feverish abandon, inhibitions long since lost. ]