[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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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[ 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. ]