[ Kojiro's groan rumbles through Kaoru's body and feels like the best kind of unspoken approval. For all that they bicker and banter, he wants to pleasure Kojiro and make sure that he's enjoying himself along with the greedy moves that Kaoru might make. If they can spoil themselves and each other in one fell swoop, it's a win in his book.
He cries sharply when Kojiro pulls him up by his hair, back arching and cock throbbing as the sparks of pain dissolve into embers of pleasure. There's a reason to keep his hair long beside his vanity, and it's in direct alignment with the placement of his piercings; Kaoru likes it a little rough, especially when he knows there's genuine love and care beneath it all. Kojiro is the perfect combination of all these things and just another reason for him being the perfect partner for Kaoru in all aspects. ]
Fuck, yes, I need it. [ He turns towards the sound of Kojiro's voice to try and get a kiss, but the hand in his hair keeps him just out of reach. ] I love you, I need you.
[ Moaning in mourning at the loss of Kojiro's hand in his hair, he groans when its weight settles in against his throat and forces his chin up. His whole body feels so tight like an instrument in Kojiro's arms, a tool for pleasure. Kaoru eats it up, too, along with the way Kojiro's bulk envelopes him from all sides. The first thrust is maddeningly slow, pushing a desperate whine from Kaoru as he throws all images of poise to the wind. He doesn't have to pretend with Kojiro, not when he knows that he's a clingy, greedy, horny little bitch just begging to be spoiled. He gets his unspoken wish when Kojiro's thick fingers find the piercing in his nipple again and his hips stutter forward and Kaoru is left breathless between the two sensations. Held tight in place, all he can do is melt into the position and moan Kojiro's name in time with his thrusts. ]
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He cries sharply when Kojiro pulls him up by his hair, back arching and cock throbbing as the sparks of pain dissolve into embers of pleasure. There's a reason to keep his hair long beside his vanity, and it's in direct alignment with the placement of his piercings; Kaoru likes it a little rough, especially when he knows there's genuine love and care beneath it all. Kojiro is the perfect combination of all these things and just another reason for him being the perfect partner for Kaoru in all aspects. ]
Fuck, yes, I need it. [ He turns towards the sound of Kojiro's voice to try and get a kiss, but the hand in his hair keeps him just out of reach. ] I love you, I need you.
[ Moaning in mourning at the loss of Kojiro's hand in his hair, he groans when its weight settles in against his throat and forces his chin up. His whole body feels so tight like an instrument in Kojiro's arms, a tool for pleasure. Kaoru eats it up, too, along with the way Kojiro's bulk envelopes him from all sides. The first thrust is maddeningly slow, pushing a desperate whine from Kaoru as he throws all images of poise to the wind. He doesn't have to pretend with Kojiro, not when he knows that he's a clingy, greedy, horny little bitch just begging to be spoiled. He gets his unspoken wish when Kojiro's thick fingers find the piercing in his nipple again and his hips stutter forward and Kaoru is left breathless between the two sensations. Held tight in place, all he can do is melt into the position and moan Kojiro's name in time with his thrusts. ]