[ Ainosuke has often thought that, from the very first time Tadashi touched him, he made Ainosuke's body strange. He was always without defense, without recourse, and Tadashi's hands twisted him to ruin like they were made to destroy him. His skin felt barren, bereft Tadashi's flesh against it. His body felt hollow, without Tadashi within it. He could try to fill that space with whomever he wished, and they never completed him -- never came close -- because all of him always belonged to Tadashi; all of him, always, was ravaged by this touch.
Even now, his desire is some visceral thing. Shapeless, formless, endless and hungry as the void within him, single-minded and ravenous. Tadashi bottoms out deep and quick, assaults him with the same ruthless precision Ainosuke loves him for. It overwhelms him without warning, floods him, shocks him through and through with each stroke and drowns him in a pleasure that feels endless. Crippling. Harrowing. But in the midst of this madness, Ainosuke can finally find the shape of his desire, firm out the blurry edges and make Tadashi out of its design at last.
Ainosuke's teeth catch hard on the side of Tadashi's neck, and when he obeys -- when he comes again, right on the edge of Tadashi's demand -- Ainosuke tastes blood. It can't be helped. It rips through him, shakes him body and soul, leaves decimation in its wake. Tadashi's throat is all that muffles the cry, and Ainosuke clings to him as he shivers apart. He swears it's all of him, every single piece, that spills out of him now, unravels him even as his body clenches tight and throbs around Tadashi's achingly perfect cock. ]
Come with me, Tadashi. [ Ainosuke gasps, weeps, pleads. ] Come in me.
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Even now, his desire is some visceral thing. Shapeless, formless, endless and hungry as the void within him, single-minded and ravenous. Tadashi bottoms out deep and quick, assaults him with the same ruthless precision Ainosuke loves him for. It overwhelms him without warning, floods him, shocks him through and through with each stroke and drowns him in a pleasure that feels endless. Crippling. Harrowing. But in the midst of this madness, Ainosuke can finally find the shape of his desire, firm out the blurry edges and make Tadashi out of its design at last.
Ainosuke's teeth catch hard on the side of Tadashi's neck, and when he obeys -- when he comes again, right on the edge of Tadashi's demand -- Ainosuke tastes blood. It can't be helped. It rips through him, shakes him body and soul, leaves decimation in its wake. Tadashi's throat is all that muffles the cry, and Ainosuke clings to him as he shivers apart. He swears it's all of him, every single piece, that spills out of him now, unravels him even as his body clenches tight and throbs around Tadashi's achingly perfect cock. ]
Come with me, Tadashi. [ Ainosuke gasps, weeps, pleads. ] Come in me.