[ 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 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. ]