[ voice low, husk broken darkly over his panting breaths, rasped on the edges with his pleasure — his heart burns in his chest, a dizzying sensation that raced up his lungs and the back of his spine, hormone-fueled desperation keeping him a livewire. the rough treatment increased instead of unwinding, snap of his hips slapping hard enough into Keigo's he'd leave the skin reddened, stretching him out and pulling him open as he hit it deep — pushing out the cum he'd made him promise to keep in the first place. ]
F'you drive me this crazy...
[ and it's fucking magical — how he can squeeze down on the sides of his throat and feel it on his cock, everything about the body under him going rigid despite the release. he takes his breath away in increments, fingers loosening back up and allowing him to breathe before cinching back down, abusing him lovingly. ]
C'mon, keep up with me, baby. Jack yourself off. I know you can make me come again; you wanna drain this cock dry, don't you?
[ hot and heavy whispers, quick and feverish with his temporary mania. the other side of affection is brutality, how quickly his tenderness turns into a good hurt. the possessiveness he feels in the moment is feral, a burn he wants to see emulated on skin and afterwards, his palm coming down on the seam of Keigo's thigh and cheek so hard it smarts when he pulls away. it doesn't take Sanguis to get him feral, just a bond that runs deeper than any moonlight can touch. ]
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[ voice low, husk broken darkly over his panting breaths, rasped on the edges with his pleasure — his heart burns in his chest, a dizzying sensation that raced up his lungs and the back of his spine, hormone-fueled desperation keeping him a livewire. the rough treatment increased instead of unwinding, snap of his hips slapping hard enough into Keigo's he'd leave the skin reddened, stretching him out and pulling him open as he hit it deep — pushing out the cum he'd made him promise to keep in the first place. ]
F'you drive me this crazy...
[ and it's fucking magical — how he can squeeze down on the sides of his throat and feel it on his cock, everything about the body under him going rigid despite the release. he takes his breath away in increments, fingers loosening back up and allowing him to breathe before cinching back down, abusing him lovingly. ]
C'mon, keep up with me, baby. Jack yourself off. I know you can make me come again; you wanna drain this cock dry, don't you?
[ hot and heavy whispers, quick and feverish with his temporary mania. the other side of affection is brutality, how quickly his tenderness turns into a good hurt. the possessiveness he feels in the moment is feral, a burn he wants to see emulated on skin and afterwards, his palm coming down on the seam of Keigo's thigh and cheek so hard it smarts when he pulls away. it doesn't take Sanguis to get him feral, just a bond that runs deeper than any moonlight can touch. ]