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loudmouths) wrote2019-10-09 01:21 am
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[ friction, of cloth and of skin, gave keigo something to focus on in between the shuddering jolts of pleasure that razed his flesh and nerves with every touch and movement between them. he already felt his throat go tight and dry, turning breaths into strained keens and swallowing anything back near impossible. which was fine by him, really. he didn't want to hide much right now, content to let guanshan indulge in every sound so easily given up to him.
his fingers scraped, subconscious effort to keep guanshan close, as unnecessary as that was. the sloppy way they kissed, the words and half-formed thoughts alike feeling ticklish against his lips, only made keigo yearn for him more, and maybe that was when he realized that that was the intent all along. keigo's eyes fluttered shut, then open again, a slow daze sinking in then pulling back as he became more acutely aware that guanshan was fishing for something of him.
he grunted as he felt the pressure of a hand against his abdomen, though he moved with it all the same, eager to feel that deepened touch reach him where it really counted. it was just shy of it, teasing at the tightness of his hole, until that was all that was left. keigo looked a bit confused for a moment before it clicked again, he wanted something. it was odd. hadn't guanshan been more straightforward before? teasing was one thing, getting him to say dirty things was another thing, but keigo's perception sharpened for that instance of clarity, where his eyes looked brighter and his lips parted a bit more, waiting.
and then he smirked. ]
Aah, so... You're doubting me?
[ all the filth that guanshan had presented up until that point had made his ears burn to a degree; it was a type of banter he still fumbled with at times, still new and uncertain about his evolving sexuality and desires. but this. while guanshan wasn't using teeth, keigo wasn't above using his own metaphorical ones, digging into him slowly as he stilled his hips and leaned his head back, inviting more swipes of tongue. ]
I did miss "this," [ he starts at first, reaching back with one hand to skim a palm up guanshan's thigh. ] But, I think I missed this, [ a bit awkwardly, his hand left guanshan's leg and instead touched the hand that had cupped at his face with such a demanding, yet gentle, insistence. fingers skimmed gently over guanshan's hand, touching knuckles and fingertips. ] ...a bit more.
[ a pause, filled up with a soft chuckle and huff, amending: ] Mmm. A lot more.
[ of course, he couldn't stay completely still even then, and he nudged his hips back again against guanshan's. slowly, calculated but still wary, almost like he was trying to get away with something forbidden of him.
maybe it was. ]
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[ and he hates that what twists the coil tighter in his own belly isn't the needy insistence of his hips or how tight that ring of muscle feels right around his cockhead or even the sight of his hard, flushed cock beading precum near both of their hands, but just that gentle touch — that sweet intimacy that's so hard for him to indulge in but he can never seem to stop craving like a parched desert wanderer. ]
...Fuck. [ he says it slowly, a pained mutter as his eyes flutter closed, an expletive that wars the way he's embraced every other weight that's settled on him this night. it really feels like a final threshold, the crazed leap into the cold water when he's only been sticking his toes in it now and then for the past two years. nothing left to do but... take a deep breath and jump. ]
Yeah, I know. I know what you need.
[ because it's the same thing he needs. what Keigo wears so obviously Guanshan tries to bury, but in the end — they're both people who just need to be feel wanted. to drown all of that out in weed and casual, rough fucking had served its purpose in Lagunbiru and even up to this point, but now there's a body stretched over his and a loneliness he can't help but pour himself into, even if it means making everything overflow — and he shows him that by turning his palm over, pressing lifelines to lifelines, and gripping until his knuckles are white. ]
[ a thigh slides up between Keigo's own and he rolls just a little, other arm cushioning his head where it would otherwise be pressed to the mattress, and he pushes. with Keigo pinned halfway between his weight and the bed, he buries back in slowly, moving his mouth over the other man's, kisses hot and passionate as he resumes a rhythm that's grinding and sensual over a pounding intended to get someone off. he's a coiled, full-bodied embrace around the man he rocks into, groaning into their kiss, letting it part when it feels right and resuming again when their breaths have all but mingled, groaning and panting into him. ]
[ if the wall around his heart had been that of a dam, it's now cracked and leaking, holed and gushing freely. ]
I got you.
[ he does. ]
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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. ]
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[ muscles of his back rippling as he moves, his other hand raises, fists in Keigo's hair and pins his head to the bed; it isn't so tight that it grips, merely holding — forcing his gaze to stay exactly where it lands as Guanshan fucks him slow and deep and doesn't sever eye contact. his chest is a blooming storm violent and twisting, his guts are winding up tighter and tighter with every sound he hears and every time he bottoms out inside of him, and his embrace is a fierce thing that makes sure Keigo understands this — that there's no going back from this new level of connection and intimacy. ]
[ if it feels like a death sentence, it should. maybe he knows Keigo's greedy ego will lap it up, that he's even attracted to him because of it, because of a loyalty that means he'll kill for it — but it doesn't matter what he knows when Guanshan's the one who has to show it, has to make sure he feels it. ]
Keigo—
[ the name's molasses on his tongue, burnt and sweet, a whisper quieter than anything he's said all night. just for his ears, like a spell that won't work if anyone else heard. he's dizzy, skin splotched with freckles and sweat and flush, grunting deep and husky when Keigo takes him in full, a velvet tight grip around his cock that's making him fall apart. too good — too hot — ]
[ too much. ]
Shit— Keigo, yer gonna make me come.
[ pining him, fucking him, holding him down, it doesn't matter when he's got the chisel to his chest opening up the cavity, the responsibility a heavy burden lain on the man beneath him. the fault of it all. his thrusts are getting erratic, less of a dance they both take part in. a relationship that had started as a business exchange where Guanshan did his best to perform for someone else has devolved into this: a permission to be selfish, a shedding of shame in taking what he wants. Keigo's always let him, like he has a body that was meant to be shared, an openness Guanshan's never been able to master. ]
[ he's shaking, he realizes, shoulders trembling as he tightens his grip, sweaty palms sliding against one another that he refuses to relinquish. hips pump, core stiffening, his balls drawing up, all that tension springloading. ]
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[ lucky for the both of them, keigo was pretty familiar with death by now. familiar enough that the finality of this exchange, the weight of what it meant, didn't scare him as much as galvanize him. something guanshan would likely see reflected in his eyes, tightening up at the corners of his mouth, lips parting to reveal a toothy, lazy grin. being forced to face it all turned the dial up and keigo was ready to boil over from the implication alone.
—inside. Fuck me up. I want it dripping out.the way his name sounded on guanshan's lips was still something to get used to. usually it was that gruff, sometimes clipped "asano" that he'd endured, but hearing that given name dripping from his tongue like that was the ecstasy he chased after. his back arced, hips pivoting and rolling backward as a shaky sound jerked from his chest. his ears burned darkly, that little bit of embarrassment still shining through despite the blissful look on his face as he watched guanshan slowly unravel.
the erratic thrusting, the hammer to the iron, was what he waited for, and having guanshan's dick filling him up so keenly had already done its damage. it was just that last bit that he needed. the mental image of what was to come fueled another desperate sound, a bit louder than before, and keigo's eyes slid closed for that moment as he pushed back again with insistence. ]
[ the filthy words were a plead more than a demand at this point, a desperate hope to be violated and claimed all at once. a dirty fantasy that had grown into something within reach, nothing keigo could fathom breaking down beyond that. but one thing he knew was the mere thought of that act alone was almost enough to set him over the edge, tensing his muscles and anticipating that release. ]
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[ and Guanshan loves it, a pathetic groan rolling out of him when Keigo's sleaze hits something hot inside of him, the imagery it summons familiar enough to be a vivid picture that's the perfect thing to push him right over the brink. he feels it whip through him from the back of his skull to the base of his tailbone in a white-hot shot of electricity, his cock throbbing and pulsating thick in Keigo's stretched-open hole. his hips snap along for the ride, rhythm lost, scrambling to get his own weight levied up so he can push and bury as deep in as he can, push every drop of what Keigo asked for as far as it'll go. ]
[ Guanshan rides it out with his hips twisted, one knee buried hard in the mattress as he straddles one of Keigo's thighs and pushes himself down, down, down, balls smacking into and staying pressed against his taint while they pump him full of cum — ]
[ and it's one of the best orgasms he's ever had, a thing that violently fights and claws its way out through the affection, intensified by it. fingers gripping so hard, his nails press red crescents into Keigo's knuckles where he's still holding his hand, and his mouth hangs open in a silent breathless scream while he arches in the height of his pleasure, only breaking from the peak to come shuddering, shivering down with a weak curl and bark of a moan. ]
[ the first agonizingly good wave crests and breaks, reducing him to an instinctual thing that grunts and growls and fucks that much more, his arm hooked in Keigo's knee pulling it higher as he thrusts shallow and rapid. ]
Nonono — [ an overwhelmed whisper, riding the overstimulation instead of fighting it — ] Take it all. Hold onto it.
[ licking at Keigo's mouth open and wet, he presses his forehead to his and holds him there while he tries to fuck his cum even deeper into him, marking him on the inside as far as he can get. ]
Come on, baby, don't spill.
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[ 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— ]
Nnghh...[ 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.
—ohh fuck...!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.
F-fuckkkk! Yeah, like that—! [ he took a shaky breath, which immediately bled out into a whiny, desperate cry: ] Shit! I'm coming, I'm coming, oh fuck!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.
Nnhh...! Guanshan... Guanshan... Keep goin', ride it out in me. I want it all, gimme it.he wanted to get fucked up and he did. ]
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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. ]
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[ 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.
Nnhhhaaa... so hot... Why are you so hot...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. ]
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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. ]