[ 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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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. ]