Kaoru's unbearably tight and unspeakably hot, and it all comes at once. It's only through grit teeth and a held breath that Kojiro withstands the sudden assault on his senses, the abrupt rush of pleasure that couples his eventual exhale with a deep groan. Kaoru should know better, but the fact that he's so desperate for this -- a reflection of Kojiro's own need -- is almost as overwhelming as the sensation alone.
Still not fair. Kojiro reaches out to sink one hand into Kaoru's hair, grasping at the roots beneath the tie, to drag him up and into reach of Kojiro's mouth again. ]
Did you want my cock that bad? [ It's a growl against Kaoru's ear, which Kojiro's teeth find again on the heels of the question. ] Fucking love you.
[ That's the only respite Kaoru gets before Kojiro starts in on him. The hand in Kaoru's hair finds his throat again, anchoring him along with the hand on his hip, to brace him for first steady roll of Kojiro's hips. The hand on his hip strays though, because Kojiro feels his focus has to be everywhere at once and he normally wouldn't let a single part of Kaoru feel neglected. His fingers slip beneath Kaoru's undershirt, and slide to find his nipple again, eager to toy with his piercings, with nothing in the way. And that-- fuck-- Kojiro's cock drives harder into Kaoru on the next thrust, and that's the firm rhythm he settles into, with each drive a hard snap of his hips against Kaoru's ass.
He's going to lose his fucking mind like this someday. And honestly, he's happy to let it go. ]
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Kaoru's unbearably tight and unspeakably hot, and it all comes at once. It's only through grit teeth and a held breath that Kojiro withstands the sudden assault on his senses, the abrupt rush of pleasure that couples his eventual exhale with a deep groan. Kaoru should know better, but the fact that he's so desperate for this -- a reflection of Kojiro's own need -- is almost as overwhelming as the sensation alone.
Still not fair. Kojiro reaches out to sink one hand into Kaoru's hair, grasping at the roots beneath the tie, to drag him up and into reach of Kojiro's mouth again. ]
Did you want my cock that bad? [ It's a growl against Kaoru's ear, which Kojiro's teeth find again on the heels of the question. ] Fucking love you.
[ That's the only respite Kaoru gets before Kojiro starts in on him. The hand in Kaoru's hair finds his throat again, anchoring him along with the hand on his hip, to brace him for first steady roll of Kojiro's hips. The hand on his hip strays though, because Kojiro feels his focus has to be everywhere at once and he normally wouldn't let a single part of Kaoru feel neglected. His fingers slip beneath Kaoru's undershirt, and slide to find his nipple again, eager to toy with his piercings, with nothing in the way. And that-- fuck-- Kojiro's cock drives harder into Kaoru on the next thrust, and that's the firm rhythm he settles into, with each drive a hard snap of his hips against Kaoru's ass.
He's going to lose his fucking mind like this someday. And honestly, he's happy to let it go. ]