There will be no complaints from Ainosuke. When Kaoru is like this, Ainosuke has to make certain decisions in his better interest, and ferret out that delicate place where hurt does more harm than good. It's a conversation to have later, should they elect to pursue this fantasy again; Ainosuke won't presume to know Kaoru's limits when he's past the point of capably expressing them. He won't push any more tonight, but that doesn't mean he's finished with Kaoru either.
Ainosuke's voice is warm and full through a low hum when he steps up behind Kaoru again. His hand is gentle when it pushes through Kaoru's hair, soothing away the ache from where he'd pulled too hard earlier. ]
You've been so good tonight, Kaoru. You did very well. Let me look at you for a moment. You're perfectly gorgeous when I'm dripping down your legs like this.
[ There's no insincerity in the statement. Ainosuke's gaze is too fixated for this to be anything less than adoration, but it may be falling short of the entire truth. His free hand drifts down Kaoru's back, and the tip of his middle finger pauses to turn a few slow circles around the periphery of the weeping wound he's left there. How beautifully he wears it. Blood has always looked especially enchanting on Kaoru's skin, but this is a dangerous precedent. Ainosuke would gladly carve up every spare corner of Kaoru's skin, etch in his love as sharp and deep as conceivably possible if it means seeing him like this again.
Kaoru can feel the effect of it in very short order, when Ainosuke's hands move to his thighs and push them tight together, room left only for the deliberate slide of Ainosuke's cock between them. ]
Keep your whore legs together for once, darling. Nice and tight around my cock, understood?
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There will be no complaints from Ainosuke. When Kaoru is like this, Ainosuke has to make certain decisions in his better interest, and ferret out that delicate place where hurt does more harm than good. It's a conversation to have later, should they elect to pursue this fantasy again; Ainosuke won't presume to know Kaoru's limits when he's past the point of capably expressing them. He won't push any more tonight, but that doesn't mean he's finished with Kaoru either.
Ainosuke's voice is warm and full through a low hum when he steps up behind Kaoru again. His hand is gentle when it pushes through Kaoru's hair, soothing away the ache from where he'd pulled too hard earlier. ]
You've been so good tonight, Kaoru. You did very well. Let me look at you for a moment. You're perfectly gorgeous when I'm dripping down your legs like this.
[ There's no insincerity in the statement. Ainosuke's gaze is too fixated for this to be anything less than adoration, but it may be falling short of the entire truth. His free hand drifts down Kaoru's back, and the tip of his middle finger pauses to turn a few slow circles around the periphery of the weeping wound he's left there. How beautifully he wears it. Blood has always looked especially enchanting on Kaoru's skin, but this is a dangerous precedent. Ainosuke would gladly carve up every spare corner of Kaoru's skin, etch in his love as sharp and deep as conceivably possible if it means seeing him like this again.
Kaoru can feel the effect of it in very short order, when Ainosuke's hands move to his thighs and push them tight together, room left only for the deliberate slide of Ainosuke's cock between them. ]
Keep your whore legs together for once, darling. Nice and tight around my cock, understood?