[ Kaoru really is all his most depraved desires made flesh and bone. The barbell pushes between Kojiro's fingers, a hard edge against the soft heat of Kaoru's tongue, and Kojiro almost loses it. Almost. His hips push hard against Kaoru; pause, for a few moments of breathy groaning while Kojiro collects himself again, or else this will be over too soon. Kojiro's almost undone by this -- hilt-deep in Kaoru, in costume, on his bike, running his hands over all these hidden pieces of him -- he can't help it. Can't help himself. It's all--
Kojiro can't think about it anymore. Kaoru's body is so tight and hot around his cock, he's about to shake apart, and he can't think about it anymore. He's going to take full advantage of Kaoru later; after S, long into the small hours of the morning, he's going to spend ages taking Kaoru apart and turning him out, pulling every last cry and moan from him until he can't even move anymore. But for now? For now, Kojiro grits his teeth and goes to work, hips a sharp, quick staccato, sinking deep into Kaoru with each thrust.
There was good reason for the fingers in his mouth, though. Kojiro pulls his fingertips across Kaoru's tongue while he withdraws them, and in very short order, they find their way down the front of Kaoru's briefs. Kaoru's made them slick enough that it's a smooth wrap around his cock, to stroke along with the heavy pace from behind, and savor the metal he feels there as well. ]
You're so fucking hot, Kaoru. Drive me crazy. Every goddamn day. Love you so fucking much.
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[ Kaoru really is all his most depraved desires made flesh and bone. The barbell pushes between Kojiro's fingers, a hard edge against the soft heat of Kaoru's tongue, and Kojiro almost loses it. Almost. His hips push hard against Kaoru; pause, for a few moments of breathy groaning while Kojiro collects himself again, or else this will be over too soon. Kojiro's almost undone by this -- hilt-deep in Kaoru, in costume, on his bike, running his hands over all these hidden pieces of him -- he can't help it. Can't help himself. It's all--
Kojiro can't think about it anymore. Kaoru's body is so tight and hot around his cock, he's about to shake apart, and he can't think about it anymore. He's going to take full advantage of Kaoru later; after S, long into the small hours of the morning, he's going to spend ages taking Kaoru apart and turning him out, pulling every last cry and moan from him until he can't even move anymore. But for now? For now, Kojiro grits his teeth and goes to work, hips a sharp, quick staccato, sinking deep into Kaoru with each thrust.
There was good reason for the fingers in his mouth, though. Kojiro pulls his fingertips across Kaoru's tongue while he withdraws them, and in very short order, they find their way down the front of Kaoru's briefs. Kaoru's made them slick enough that it's a smooth wrap around his cock, to stroke along with the heavy pace from behind, and savor the metal he feels there as well. ]
You're so fucking hot, Kaoru. Drive me crazy. Every goddamn day. Love you so fucking much.