[ one way or another, he always got what he wanted in the end, even if it was something he'd never admit to outside of the bedroom. but as in most tense and emotional situations he found himself in, keigo's mouth worked faster than his brain. the filthy request was embarrassing, but he didn't have time to reflect. that would come later, when cool water would splash against the tiles as he would wash the evidence away. for now, he was greedy and demanding, breath hitching and missing a step in between the low groan of guanshan's voice and the slight shift in position.

he couldn't even formulate a word when he felt guanshan's hand close around his neck, followed by the deep, hard beating to his prostate. all that came out was a strained whimper, his thighs shaking as he squirmed against the bed. it was too much, every nerve was firing off and sparking sensations across his skin and deep inside of him. the pleasure had peaked, but now it was being pushed further and further past that finish line they had both surpassed a mile ago. his cock still dribbled the last remnants of his spent seed, skin flushed darkly and shining with sweat and come.

but it was what he wanted. his ears burned at the name-calling, but he moaned anyway, shuddering against the bed, against guanshan's palm, against his hips as he kept that steady but agonizing rhythm. overstimulation made his skin crawl pleasantly on its own, but combined with the chroma they were generating, it was almost enough to really fuck him out. panting shallowly, keigo's eyes were half-open and unfocused, caught somewhere in the middle distance as guanshan rolled against him, over and over.

every drop was being fucked out of him and into him and it was more than he could have hoped for. as dazed as he was, he wasn't fully incapable of speaking once he rolled with the sparks of sensitivity all over his body. though he certain sounded distant, distracted, blissful. ]