[ it's really hard to deny the thrill of being pinned beneath kojiro's dark gaze. there's a reason he drives girls crazy; reki's found he's just as susceptible to those eyes that melt the whole world way, so intense you can feel it in your bones.
it's that or the drugs (or both) that has him shivering over that wet tongue dragging across his fingers, his softening cock twitching pitifully with a piercing shot of wanting. such a fucking relief when he's on his back and kojiro's tearing at his clothes, a nice service for him to provide while he breathes in from that bottle until his whole face screws up with the sting.
that's pitched elsewhere so he can reach out, letting the heady rumble of kojiro's voice superheat his skin as he lances deep inside him. still wasn't enough rush; his hands jerk to kojiro's hips, tightening until his knuckles turn white, his whole body seizing and arching off the bed as that thick cock burns like a coal inside of him. ]
Fuck, fuck, fuck...
[ which is, of course, the best part, feeling like he's gonna be torn in two, fighting with every nerve in his body to push himself off kojiro's hips and jerk right back again. the bone-melting rush of being so excruciatingly full is perfectly unbearable and his toes are never going to come uncurled—this is the dick that ruined him for all others. ]
Nnn—don't stop now.
[ he needs it, wants it so bad that he's willing to climb and contort himself however he can get more of it. all those practicing inverts are doing him well. and his dad said skating would never get him nowhere. ]
[ Five seconds. That's exactly how long Reki gets to catch his breath, to cuss and whine and push through whatever involuntary tantrum his body is throwing. Five seconds, during which Kojiro tilts his head to scrape his teeth along the inside of Reki's knee, hooked still over his shoulder. It isn't enough time to soothe the ache, to cool the burn, but Reki doesn't want that. Turn me out. If Kojiro's not crowding out his thoughts, if he's not thoroughly silencing the noise in Reki's head, then he's not doing his fucking job.
And, five seconds gone, Kojiro's hips piston, heedless of Reki's hands on them; slower out than the hard snap back in, and then again, firmer still to test the reins.
Reki wants words, but Kojiro doesn't have that gift. He can't spew the same kind of beautiful filth Reki does, because there are no words for this. Kojiro's brain just stops working, refuses to string together more complex thoughts than a litany of fuck, tight, hot, good. How is he supposed to describe this? How is anyone supposed to put words to this? That fucking Reki feels like desecrating holy ground? That being inside him is like falling from grace? That seeing him come is like finding salvation?
He can't say that corny shit. Reki would laugh him out of the fucking room. ]
You want me to tell you, or you want me to show you?
[ Punctuated with another sharp snap of Kojiro's hips. ]
[ five seconds is almost too long to wait. not like he's anymore prepared for kojiro to crash into him, that leg slung over his shoulder shaking just as hard the first time as every time after that. kojiro's hollowing him out and leaving him with a void so deep inside that he's catching vertigo every time that he withdraws, but reki's still got it in him to flash a twisted little grin. ]
Even better.
[ with just the smallest of caveats: ]
But you don't come til I tell you.
[ of course, like the insecure fucking demon he is, he has to make a whole thing of it. use kojiro's shoulder to lift himself higher, pull at those hips so every rough snap makes his ass clap hard enough for them to feel it in the next room. and every thrust makes him a little more wild for it, compelling him to greedily clutch at kojiro's dick when he feels it sliding away, his hole too hungry to let it go without a fight. sure, he can't remember the last time he took this dick sober, but he can hardly blame the drugs for how much he loves it.
especially now, with his head all full of thoughts of locking all this down for himself? 'greedy' doesn't even begin to cut it. he's breaking his back to hoard every hard inch inside the vicing grip of his body, as turned out by the idea of mine as he is by all those relentless strokes. ]
[ For a moment, the only response Reki gets is a helpless groan.
Kojiro's weak for this shit, and they both know it. Has been since day one. Reki turns into this desperate, writhing, needful thing beneath him, pulls and fights him for every stroke, and Kojiro is fucking weak for it. Like he could just come apart on the edge of Reki's voice, or lose himself completely in the needy grasp around his cock.
So Reki's making rules now. Cute. Kojiro smirks, and his hands move quickly; one to Reki's hip, to hold him in place after a hard thrust brings Kojiro's cock held fast within him, and the other to curl loosely around Reki's throat. ]
That so?
[ Kojiro's leaned closer, to press the whisper of a kiss to the corner of Reki's mouth; it's shockingly tender against the backdrop of his sinister grin, the soft squeeze at Reki's throat, the barest nudge of Kojiro's hips. All a dichotomy of rough to sweet, and an exercise in self control, when even Kojiro's stomach is shaking against the urge to lay into Reki again. ]
[ no matter how careful kojiro is with his throat, reki can't breathe anyway. the sharp shock of being so deeply impaled is breath-taking, but the little motions of kojiro's hips make it impossible to catch more, impossible to do anything but shudder right down to his bones. and laugh, somehow, hoarse and soft. ]
Fuckin' hope not.
[ it's gonna take a lot to get his fill of this, he already knows. it already feels like they're balanced on the edge of something dangerous, his absolute favorite place to be. it's the kind of rush that doesn't come in a bottle—he just needs more of this hand around his throat, more of the bittersweet pain that shoots up and down his legs as he writhes against kojiro's grasp.
and until then, he's gonna whine about it, catching his fingers in kojiro's hair so he can press a few soft, plaintive kisses to his lips. ]
Choke me out or lemme get on top.
[ his brows raise as his lips brush sweetly over his skin. ]
[ There's something sly behind Kojiro's eyes, hiding in his smile. Not that he actually gives a shit about politeness, but there's a definite thrill to hearing Reki beg -- even just a whimpery please -- and Kojiro will never ever admit to that. It feels too mean, too egotistical, wanting to hear him like that, but it sounds so fucking good on Reki's lips. And if Reki can manage to be sincere about it, all the better, but Kojiro realizes that's a stretch.
So if he can't, it's just as well. Kojiro's got some impressive stamina and nigh-regimental discipline; he could keep them here for hours. Just like this. Softly squeezing Reki's throat, pressure laid just beneath his jaw til he can feel the pulse throbbing beneath his fingertips. Slipping his hand over the curve of Reki's thigh, pushing in slow circles along his groin without ever quite brushing his cock. Nudging his hips to fill Reki, to stir just the barest hint of friction, agonizingly languid.
And all the while, his eyes never leave Reki's face. ]
Or I'm gonna keep you just like this 'til you sound like you mean it.
That was nice, [ reki grumbles, that sullen look on his face disrupted by a pained little snarl when it dawns on him that kojiro plans to keep him like this. and there's no winning, either; kojiro harbors saint-like amounts of patience, probably the only reason he can stand reki for long periods of time, so no matter how he twists or tenses, the only thing he'll get now is these teasing little previews of what he could have if he surrenders.
just. that's a difficult thing for him to do. all that self-loathing and he's still a prideful little creature with a lot of fight in him. it takes a lot to keep still, especially with kojiro watching him like that, and there's no helping the way his back arches when kojiro moves inside him. not enough to be gratifying, just enough to make his legs fall open wider and turn every breath he takes into shallow, labored panting.
he groans, back to scratching mindlessly over kojiro's shoulders and across his back, nails digging in every time that ache becomes unbearable. same line, a little more vulnerably urgent this time: ]
[ He's gotta concede. It's close enough, anyway. But there's a fine line between frustrating Reki and boring him, and Kojiro's not about to push that boundary. Really, truly, fucking close enough.
So fine, Kojiro's on his back again. It doesn't even take much; he sinks himself deep in Reki, and in one smooth turn, Reki's over him, straddling him, with Kojiro's legs bent behind him, knees to Reki's shoulderblades. That much, he'll relent to. What he doesn't give Reki is a chance to adjust to the change in position. Being on top of Kojiro comes with its own brand of trials; namely, Reki knows that leg and core strength aren't for show, he's seen Kojiro clear half the track at Crazy Rock by launching himself off cliff faces, and with his heels dug into a bed--
It's a fevered drive. Leveraging each hand at Reki's throat and waist, he can make it punishing, hips a hard staccato against Reki's ass. An ass that Kojiro's hand comes down on once, firm, resounding amid the shorter claps of Kojiro fucking up into Reki, but he still makes sure to firmly rub in the sting of it. Oh, he's got the patience of a saint, but Reki's body tempts that sainthood, and Kojiro's already gritting his teeth against the harsh shocks of pleasure pooling low in his stomach. ]
Don't come 'til I tell you, he says. [ Kojiro grins, growls through the teeth toying at Reki's earlobe. ] You even gonna remember what words are by then?
[ this right here is why you fuck with the best of the best. no one else can put all those fuck machines on pornhub to shame like kojiro does, so relentless that reki's red down to his chest and gone out of his mind in an instant. it's almost impossible to feel his body through the sheer overstimulation—which is exactly what he came here for. no thoughts, no emotions, just holding on however he can and wondering if he's already come and just completely fucking missed it.
almost looks like it, his cock leaking down over kojiro's belly, barely hard and already way too oversensitive. it's even worse when that hand comes down on him, lighting every nerve in his body on fire and making him shake out of his skin at the cool burn it leaves behind. that groan that slips loose is him starving for more, but, yeah, words are hard when kojiro's making good on that promise to tear him apart.
and speaking of promises, that one's worth tugging on kojiro's hair. it's hard to look him in the eyes when his own are rolling back and even harder to speak when he's getting the wind fucked out of him, but for real. ]
[ Can't really argue with that, though; it doesn't. Doesn't matter if Reki remembers words or his name or that he even established this self-indulgent rule in the first place. Kojiro's still dumb or loyal enough to follow it to T. Reki could come again, and then a third time over, and Kojiro would stay diligent to his task of fucking Reki messy and stupid without ever letting himself go. He's done it to Reki before, and he'll do it again, over and over, no questions asked.
'Cuz goddamn, this has got to be how Reki looks best. Blissed out, fucked out, red and breathless and shaking and gone. This is what grips Kojiro in a stranglehold, along with the vicing grip of Reki's body. How cruelly, unfairly gorgeous Reki looks when he's finally past giving a shit.
Kojiro lands another hard slap to Reki's ass, and the hand at his throat pulls, maneuvers him close enough that Kojiro can sink his teeth into Reki's shoulder, and suck in the deep red bloom of a love bite. ]
Who's this ass belong to?
[ Kojiro grips Reki's asscheek, squeezes before another quick slap. But that's the last before he strays forward again, fingers curling around Reki's poor overstimulated cock, to steady it against Kojiro's thumb rubbing firm and quick, over and over and over the head.
God knows how he still keeps the pace up, still slams himself fervently into Reki's body. Maybe spite, driving him to make Reki eat those words, make him beg to put this on lock. Pipe dreams, but-- ]
[ that's really not fair, issuing an ultimatum like that. reki's already drowning in it, all choked cries and dazed whispering for more, but at least he had a handle on himself before. he can take whatever kojiro dishes out, a well-deserved point of pride when kojiro turns him out like a dutch wife on the verge of being replaced, and he's always been perfectly amenable to the idea of being railed until he's black and blue.
but kojiro knows what he's doing, working his cock like that, turning him wild with a few clever strokes. it turns that heated haze into the sharpest kind of need and blots out everything in his mind but more. he needs to twist his hips and slam them down until his teeth chatter. he needs to bend his spine until it aches and kojiro has nowhere to fuck into but that one spot that makes his whole body seize. there's no stopping himself once he's lost control, not when kojiro's relentless and he's soaking up this pounding he's receiving with urgent, demanding thrusts back.
it's probably the better answer to kojiro's question, just the greedy way he's bouncing on his dick like a junkie chasing a high, falling apart and forced by desire to go harder despite it. it's not like he's in control of how he moves; every twitch of muscle is dedicated to seeing how high all this can take him, no matter how much it aches or stings. ]
Make it yours, [ he growls, already bright red and bruising across his thighs and ass but apparently still not convinced. strung out as he looks, his gaze is still sharply fixed on kojiro. ] C'mon.
[ Kojiro's taking that as permission. He has to. Reki's abandoned reason and relegated himself to working Kojiro's cock like a man possessed, and nothing on this whole damn planet looks better -- or feels better -- than that. Crazed, wild, chasing his pleasure til he's bruised and breaking, and Kojiro loses himself in the desperation behind Reki's eyes.
Loses himself in Reki. Game, set, fucking match. Reki wins again, and he's probably too fucked out to care. Kojiro just manages to move his hand away from Reki's throat, to grasp at his shoulder instead and hold him down -- still -- when the searing pleasure finally fractures, and Kojiro practically shatters. It rips his breath away, steals all but a wounded groan while his hips stutter, spilling and throbbing into Reki.
Kojiro's face is always halfway between agony and bliss like this; brow knit and teeth bared, panting, chest heaving, shuddering. But he won't look away. Reki's eyes are on him, sharp, like he's daring him to, but Kojiro can't look away. ]
One more time. [ Kojiro's hand hasn't stopped pulling at Reki's cock. ] C'mon, paint me all pretty with your cum again.
[ it feels like reki's finally found the rhythm that's going to kill him, shatter him to pieces right here on kojiro's lap, when that hand comes down on his shoulder. he can't help the initial whine that breaks from his throat, too raw to stop moving and let the ache catch up, but there's nothing he can do for it now. kojiro has him held down and impaled, and all that's left for him is to still his body and feel it.
it always feels way too good when kojiro comes inside him. he's already so full, but abruptly, he feels fuller, on the verge of exploding. and there's a warmth, too, that's weirdly grounding, makes him want to greedily covet every last drop kojiro spills so badly that he's grasping at the back of kojiro's thighs to keep him buried.
locked like a vice around kojiro's dick and full of his molten seed, there's no way he isn't coming, so hard that it steals his breath away, transforming those wild noises he's making into something tattered and mournful. his fingers clutch harder as his cock pulses and keeps dripping with every truncated motion of his shuddering body, gone but apparently not too far to make himself snicker. ]
I, mm... [ he's still shivering and seizing like he's been electrocuted, but grinning too, even if his expression's a little punch-drunk. ] I definitely made this dick mine, huh?
Fuck. [ It's the quiet huff of a breathless laugh. ] Fuck yeah you did. All yours.
[ Whether or not that's the answer Reki's looking for, Kojiro can't do anything but agree. Nothing else for it. All of this -- all of him -- belongs to Reki. Corny shit. Drunk on love and tequila, high on dopamine and good weed. Whatever. All his.
Kojiro leverages his knees to knock Reki forward, against the pillow of his chest and the waiting cage of his arms. Cuddles. Snuggles. They're the balm to everything, and Kojiro gets so grabby and clingy after, when he's struggling to get his synapses firing right and make his brain cells all play nice again. This has never quite been quiet and clarity for him.. It's all chaos in the comedown, melting and panting until the sensation high ebbs and takes the shivers away with it.
But, no rest for the wicked. Even bullying kiss after kiss against Reki's cheek and temple, Kojiro knows he's probably gotta move soon. He's rough on Reki, and sometimes that means helping him a little after. C'mon, asshole. Get up, get Reki some water, some ice, make sure he's okay. But his limbs still feel so heavy. ]
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it's that or the drugs (or both) that has him shivering over that wet tongue dragging across his fingers, his softening cock twitching pitifully with a piercing shot of wanting. such a fucking relief when he's on his back and kojiro's tearing at his clothes, a nice service for him to provide while he breathes in from that bottle until his whole face screws up with the sting.
that's pitched elsewhere so he can reach out, letting the heady rumble of kojiro's voice superheat his skin as he lances deep inside him. still wasn't enough rush; his hands jerk to kojiro's hips, tightening until his knuckles turn white, his whole body seizing and arching off the bed as that thick cock burns like a coal inside of him. ]
Fuck, fuck, fuck...
[ which is, of course, the best part, feeling like he's gonna be torn in two, fighting with every nerve in his body to push himself off kojiro's hips and jerk right back again. the bone-melting rush of being so excruciatingly full is perfectly unbearable and his toes are never going to come uncurled—this is the dick that ruined him for all others. ]
Nnn—don't stop now.
[ he needs it, wants it so bad that he's willing to climb and contort himself however he can get more of it. all those practicing inverts are doing him well. and his dad said skating would never get him nowhere. ]
Tell me how much you love this ass.
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And, five seconds gone, Kojiro's hips piston, heedless of Reki's hands on them; slower out than the hard snap back in, and then again, firmer still to test the reins.
Reki wants words, but Kojiro doesn't have that gift. He can't spew the same kind of beautiful filth Reki does, because there are no words for this. Kojiro's brain just stops working, refuses to string together more complex thoughts than a litany of fuck, tight, hot, good. How is he supposed to describe this? How is anyone supposed to put words to this? That fucking Reki feels like desecrating holy ground? That being inside him is like falling from grace? That seeing him come is like finding salvation?
He can't say that corny shit. Reki would laugh him out of the fucking room. ]
You want me to tell you, or you want me to show you?
[ Punctuated with another sharp snap of Kojiro's hips. ]
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Even better.
[ with just the smallest of caveats: ]
But you don't come til I tell you.
[ of course, like the insecure fucking demon he is, he has to make a whole thing of it. use kojiro's shoulder to lift himself higher, pull at those hips so every rough snap makes his ass clap hard enough for them to feel it in the next room. and every thrust makes him a little more wild for it, compelling him to greedily clutch at kojiro's dick when he feels it sliding away, his hole too hungry to let it go without a fight. sure, he can't remember the last time he took this dick sober, but he can hardly blame the drugs for how much he loves it.
especially now, with his head all full of thoughts of locking all this down for himself? 'greedy' doesn't even begin to cut it. he's breaking his back to hoard every hard inch inside the vicing grip of his body, as turned out by the idea of mine as he is by all those relentless strokes. ]
F'you wanna be mine—ah. That's the rule.
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Kojiro's weak for this shit, and they both know it. Has been since day one. Reki turns into this desperate, writhing, needful thing beneath him, pulls and fights him for every stroke, and Kojiro is fucking weak for it. Like he could just come apart on the edge of Reki's voice, or lose himself completely in the needy grasp around his cock.
So Reki's making rules now. Cute. Kojiro smirks, and his hands move quickly; one to Reki's hip, to hold him in place after a hard thrust brings Kojiro's cock held fast within him, and the other to curl loosely around Reki's throat. ]
That so?
[ Kojiro's leaned closer, to press the whisper of a kiss to the corner of Reki's mouth; it's shockingly tender against the backdrop of his sinister grin, the soft squeeze at Reki's throat, the barest nudge of Kojiro's hips. All a dichotomy of rough to sweet, and an exercise in self control, when even Kojiro's stomach is shaking against the urge to lay into Reki again. ]
You think I was planning on coming any time soon?
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Fuckin' hope not.
[ it's gonna take a lot to get his fill of this, he already knows. it already feels like they're balanced on the edge of something dangerous, his absolute favorite place to be. it's the kind of rush that doesn't come in a bottle—he just needs more of this hand around his throat, more of the bittersweet pain that shoots up and down his legs as he writhes against kojiro's grasp.
and until then, he's gonna whine about it, catching his fingers in kojiro's hair so he can press a few soft, plaintive kisses to his lips. ]
Choke me out or lemme get on top.
[ his brows raise as his lips brush sweetly over his skin. ]
Or both.
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[ There's something sly behind Kojiro's eyes, hiding in his smile. Not that he actually gives a shit about politeness, but there's a definite thrill to hearing Reki beg -- even just a whimpery please -- and Kojiro will never ever admit to that. It feels too mean, too egotistical, wanting to hear him like that, but it sounds so fucking good on Reki's lips. And if Reki can manage to be sincere about it, all the better, but Kojiro realizes that's a stretch.
So if he can't, it's just as well. Kojiro's got some impressive stamina and nigh-regimental discipline; he could keep them here for hours. Just like this. Softly squeezing Reki's throat, pressure laid just beneath his jaw til he can feel the pulse throbbing beneath his fingertips. Slipping his hand over the curve of Reki's thigh, pushing in slow circles along his groin without ever quite brushing his cock. Nudging his hips to fill Reki, to stir just the barest hint of friction, agonizingly languid.
And all the while, his eyes never leave Reki's face. ]
Or I'm gonna keep you just like this 'til you sound like you mean it.
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just. that's a difficult thing for him to do. all that self-loathing and he's still a prideful little creature with a lot of fight in him. it takes a lot to keep still, especially with kojiro watching him like that, and there's no helping the way his back arches when kojiro moves inside him. not enough to be gratifying, just enough to make his legs fall open wider and turn every breath he takes into shallow, labored panting.
he groans, back to scratching mindlessly over kojiro's shoulders and across his back, nails digging in every time that ache becomes unbearable. same line, a little more vulnerably urgent this time: ]
Need you.
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[ He's gotta concede. It's close enough, anyway. But there's a fine line between frustrating Reki and boring him, and Kojiro's not about to push that boundary. Really, truly, fucking close enough.
So fine, Kojiro's on his back again. It doesn't even take much; he sinks himself deep in Reki, and in one smooth turn, Reki's over him, straddling him, with Kojiro's legs bent behind him, knees to Reki's shoulderblades. That much, he'll relent to. What he doesn't give Reki is a chance to adjust to the change in position. Being on top of Kojiro comes with its own brand of trials; namely, Reki knows that leg and core strength aren't for show, he's seen Kojiro clear half the track at Crazy Rock by launching himself off cliff faces, and with his heels dug into a bed--
It's a fevered drive. Leveraging each hand at Reki's throat and waist, he can make it punishing, hips a hard staccato against Reki's ass. An ass that Kojiro's hand comes down on once, firm, resounding amid the shorter claps of Kojiro fucking up into Reki, but he still makes sure to firmly rub in the sting of it. Oh, he's got the patience of a saint, but Reki's body tempts that sainthood, and Kojiro's already gritting his teeth against the harsh shocks of pleasure pooling low in his stomach. ]
Don't come 'til I tell you, he says. [ Kojiro grins, growls through the teeth toying at Reki's earlobe. ] You even gonna remember what words are by then?
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almost looks like it, his cock leaking down over kojiro's belly, barely hard and already way too oversensitive. it's even worse when that hand comes down on him, lighting every nerve in his body on fire and making him shake out of his skin at the cool burn it leaves behind. that groan that slips loose is him starving for more, but, yeah, words are hard when kojiro's making good on that promise to tear him apart.
and speaking of promises, that one's worth tugging on kojiro's hair. it's hard to look him in the eyes when his own are rolling back and even harder to speak when he's getting the wind fucked out of him, but for real. ]
Doesn't matter.
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[ Can't really argue with that, though; it doesn't. Doesn't matter if Reki remembers words or his name or that he even established this self-indulgent rule in the first place. Kojiro's still dumb or loyal enough to follow it to T. Reki could come again, and then a third time over, and Kojiro would stay diligent to his task of fucking Reki messy and stupid without ever letting himself go. He's done it to Reki before, and he'll do it again, over and over, no questions asked.
'Cuz goddamn, this has got to be how Reki looks best. Blissed out, fucked out, red and breathless and shaking and gone. This is what grips Kojiro in a stranglehold, along with the vicing grip of Reki's body. How cruelly, unfairly gorgeous Reki looks when he's finally past giving a shit.
Kojiro lands another hard slap to Reki's ass, and the hand at his throat pulls, maneuvers him close enough that Kojiro can sink his teeth into Reki's shoulder, and suck in the deep red bloom of a love bite. ]
Who's this ass belong to?
[ Kojiro grips Reki's asscheek, squeezes before another quick slap. But that's the last before he strays forward again, fingers curling around Reki's poor overstimulated cock, to steady it against Kojiro's thumb rubbing firm and quick, over and over and over the head.
God knows how he still keeps the pace up, still slams himself fervently into Reki's body. Maybe spite, driving him to make Reki eat those words, make him beg to put this on lock. Pipe dreams, but-- ]
Tell me before you come again, you fuckin' tease.
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but kojiro knows what he's doing, working his cock like that, turning him wild with a few clever strokes. it turns that heated haze into the sharpest kind of need and blots out everything in his mind but more. he needs to twist his hips and slam them down until his teeth chatter. he needs to bend his spine until it aches and kojiro has nowhere to fuck into but that one spot that makes his whole body seize. there's no stopping himself once he's lost control, not when kojiro's relentless and he's soaking up this pounding he's receiving with urgent, demanding thrusts back.
it's probably the better answer to kojiro's question, just the greedy way he's bouncing on his dick like a junkie chasing a high, falling apart and forced by desire to go harder despite it. it's not like he's in control of how he moves; every twitch of muscle is dedicated to seeing how high all this can take him, no matter how much it aches or stings. ]
Make it yours, [ he growls, already bright red and bruising across his thighs and ass but apparently still not convinced. strung out as he looks, his gaze is still sharply fixed on kojiro. ] C'mon.
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Loses himself in Reki. Game, set, fucking match. Reki wins again, and he's probably too fucked out to care. Kojiro just manages to move his hand away from Reki's throat, to grasp at his shoulder instead and hold him down -- still -- when the searing pleasure finally fractures, and Kojiro practically shatters. It rips his breath away, steals all but a wounded groan while his hips stutter, spilling and throbbing into Reki.
Kojiro's face is always halfway between agony and bliss like this; brow knit and teeth bared, panting, chest heaving, shuddering. But he won't look away. Reki's eyes are on him, sharp, like he's daring him to, but Kojiro can't look away. ]
One more time. [ Kojiro's hand hasn't stopped pulling at Reki's cock. ] C'mon, paint me all pretty with your cum again.
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it always feels way too good when kojiro comes inside him. he's already so full, but abruptly, he feels fuller, on the verge of exploding. and there's a warmth, too, that's weirdly grounding, makes him want to greedily covet every last drop kojiro spills so badly that he's grasping at the back of kojiro's thighs to keep him buried.
locked like a vice around kojiro's dick and full of his molten seed, there's no way he isn't coming, so hard that it steals his breath away, transforming those wild noises he's making into something tattered and mournful. his fingers clutch harder as his cock pulses and keeps dripping with every truncated motion of his shuddering body, gone but apparently not too far to make himself snicker. ]
I, mm... [ he's still shivering and seizing like he's been electrocuted, but grinning too, even if his expression's a little punch-drunk. ] I definitely made this dick mine, huh?
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[ Whether or not that's the answer Reki's looking for, Kojiro can't do anything but agree. Nothing else for it. All of this -- all of him -- belongs to Reki. Corny shit. Drunk on love and tequila, high on dopamine and good weed. Whatever. All his.
Kojiro leverages his knees to knock Reki forward, against the pillow of his chest and the waiting cage of his arms. Cuddles. Snuggles. They're the balm to everything, and Kojiro gets so grabby and clingy after, when he's struggling to get his synapses firing right and make his brain cells all play nice again. This has never quite been quiet and clarity for him.. It's all chaos in the comedown, melting and panting until the sensation high ebbs and takes the shivers away with it.
But, no rest for the wicked. Even bullying kiss after kiss against Reki's cheek and temple, Kojiro knows he's probably gotta move soon. He's rough on Reki, and sometimes that means helping him a little after. C'mon, asshole. Get up, get Reki some water, some ice, make sure he's okay. But his limbs still feel so heavy. ]
Need anything? [ He murmurs between kisses. ]