[ Perhaps this dynamic isn't built to last, the foundation crumbling and the walls cracked beneath a veneer of paint, but maybe Kaoru's love for Ainosuke that has endured since their youth could be enough to fill in the gaps. He knows that there is something deeply traumatized about Ainosuke, even if he hasn't talked about it yet—and that is something that Kaoru will never push at because he knows how difficult it can be to face such things, let alone speak of them to others. But there is undeniable beauty in the chaos of Ainosuke's design and a passion that draws others to him like a sun demanding orbit. Kaoru has flown too close on several occasions, burned time and time again by the foolish thought that this time, maybe he's built his wings to outlast the heat. This time it feels like they may burn out together for once, wrapped up in one another now that they've found a way to match their jagged edges into a rough whole.
Kaoru, unlike Ainosuke, is painfully aware of the moment and hears each pop of joints in his hand as his grip on the knife shifts. He barely has the time to steady his breathing and further relax his tense body before Ainosuke begins to thrust, let alone come up with a reply to that comment that goes right to his gut. Ainosuke knows that such terms eat at him, implying he's unfaithful when he is as devote in his love as Adam was to Eden. Kaoru makes for a poor Eve when he has little to tempt Ainosuke with, though maybe this could be the beginning of a spiral down into hell, hand in hand.
The pain of the hard counter against his hips keeps Kaoru focused in the moment, biting his bottom lip hard enough to bruise and even break skin after a particularly hard thrust. He has to let go of it to suck in a breath as all air is driven from his body in Ainosuke's selfish pursuit of satisfaction. There is no angling of his hips to reach Kaoru's prostate, no slow and sensual build of tension to coax him to climax. He's being used as a tool for Ainosuke's pleasure, and he's gagging for it. It only gets worse—better—with one of his large hands closing around his throat and stealing his breath away again. ]
Choices? [ He barely gets the word out and chokes around it as he does, struggling to regain the air lost on the simple question. ]
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Kaoru, unlike Ainosuke, is painfully aware of the moment and hears each pop of joints in his hand as his grip on the knife shifts. He barely has the time to steady his breathing and further relax his tense body before Ainosuke begins to thrust, let alone come up with a reply to that comment that goes right to his gut. Ainosuke knows that such terms eat at him, implying he's unfaithful when he is as devote in his love as Adam was to Eden. Kaoru makes for a poor Eve when he has little to tempt Ainosuke with, though maybe this could be the beginning of a spiral down into hell, hand in hand.
The pain of the hard counter against his hips keeps Kaoru focused in the moment, biting his bottom lip hard enough to bruise and even break skin after a particularly hard thrust. He has to let go of it to suck in a breath as all air is driven from his body in Ainosuke's selfish pursuit of satisfaction. There is no angling of his hips to reach Kaoru's prostate, no slow and sensual build of tension to coax him to climax. He's being used as a tool for Ainosuke's pleasure, and he's gagging for it. It only gets worse—better—with one of his large hands closing around his throat and stealing his breath away again. ]
Choices? [ He barely gets the word out and chokes around it as he does, struggling to regain the air lost on the simple question. ]