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ainosuke shindo ([personal profile] edensempty) wrote2021-07-07 01:03 pm
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[personal profile] shodo 2021-09-21 06:23 am (UTC)(link)
[ 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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[personal profile] shodo 2021-10-24 08:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Ah, those choices. The choices that felt like they had been made for him the moment he set eyes on this creature of chaos, beautiful and dangerous in his daredevil approach to skating and life. Adam is an entirely different drug than anything else that Kaoru has ever experienced, and he'd been addicted from the start; Ainosuke has been a sweet counterpoint, dedicated and surprisingly selfless at times. It feels like loving two men at times, but Kaoru feels honored to know them both let alone entertain their affection. So does Kaoru beg for this? Yes, and he will continue to chase it for the rest of his life.

Ainosuke stills inside of him, deep and close, and it makes Kaoru shiver bodily with the sensation of being so full. It's cruel treatment when Ainosuke knows how much Kaoru loves this, loves simply holding as much of him inside as possible and reveling in the subtle pressure of it. The matching press of Ainosuke's palm against his throat adds to the sensation of it all, of being pushed around and molded into a perfect toy for Ainosuke's pleasure and enjoyment. The words barely register in Kaoru's mind as it goes foggy from all of his guilty mental enjoyment of this along with the low supply of oxygen. Memento? Kaoru will take anything Ainosuke gifts to him with open arms.

The first touch of the knife almost doesn't register in his mind, feeling the same as a bite of teeth or scratch of nails with which he's intimately familiar. But then it continues, longer and deeper and hot despite how cold the metal had felt against his skin. It cuts through him, he knows it logically, but the pain mixes with pleasure until Kaoru can't tell if he's being cut or kissed. The sudden movement of Ainosuke's hips only adds to the confusion, pushing him impossibly deeper and rubbing against Kaoru's prostate to fill him with a wave of pleasure that overwrites the sting. He must be screaming, or maybe moaning, or some kind of sound that barely makes it past the weight of Ainosuke's hand against his throat.

There is so much sensation all at once, overwhelming and swirling into a muddled mess that his body simply decides must all be pleasure. It's dizzying and confusing and Kaoru simply gives up all logic to allow Ainsouke to take care of the thinking. He turns pliant in the arms holding him, muscles relaxing around Ainosuke's cock to allow him to sink deeper as he starts thrusting forward again. All of the fight has been cut out of him as well as the desperation for pleasure; all that's left is being good for Ainosuke so that he'll give Kaoru more of his love in whatever form he chooses. ]
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[personal profile] shodo 2022-01-18 07:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ The sharp sound of metal on granite should be jarring to Kaoru, but he feels like his head is underwater, or maybe up in clouds. Everything is a bit muffled and his vision is swimming, eyes surely glazed over from all the stimulation his body is being bombarded with. All he really knows is that another of Ainosuke's hands is on him, grip harsh enough that it will bruise Kaoru's pale skin for several days. More marks for him to admire later when he's alone and naked in front of the full-length mirror in Ainosuke's bedroom—the bites and scrapes and bruises and now, the permanent mark of Ainosuke's heart cut into his skin. Maybe he'll still be dripping come then, too, because he hopes that this first orgasm won't be Ainosuke's last for the evening.

Moaning—maybe sobbing—at the warmth that fills him and gets fucked deep inside of him, Kaoru must reach his own orgasm as pleasure crests and shakes through him. He can't really tell, not when his senses are so focused on Ainosuke and how close he is and then how he's just gone without a word. Kaoru does sob, then, sharp and loud as he slumps over the counter that provides the only support for him while his legs shake and fail to hold any of his weight. There are tears cooling on his cheeks, and he looks over his shoulder up at Ainosuke with wide, pleading eyes. ]


I can be good, I can do more. Let me do more, please.
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[personal profile] shodo 2022-04-11 06:04 am (UTC)(link)
[ It may feel like the end of the scene for Ainosuke, but Kaoru is too entrenched to flip the switch so quickly. He seeks out queues from his lover, though, looking to him for answers while his own brain is too high on endorphins to form any coherent thoughts that aren't about getting that cock back inside of him. Kaoru doesn't move as Ainosuke steps closer, just in case he wants him to stay put, but he sighs happily at the fingers in his hair that is so close to coming out of its ponytail that the hair tie is hanging on to the ends by sheer will alone. ]

Mm, good for you, Ainosuke. [ He tilts his head into his hand, all on the fight completely fucked out of him at this point. The road they've traveled together now splits in two directions where either they continue with the brutal sex despite Kaoru no longer being able to keep up the pretense of not consenting, or they begin the aftercare and don't push the luck on how long it will take Kaoru to drop this time. He's still riding the high of subspace for now, the faint touch to the cuts on his back feeling like sweet caresses rather than painful probing.

Gasping a little as his legs are pushed together, he quickly gets the idea and hooks his ankles around each other to add tension and tighten the muscles around Ainosuke's dick. Even if he aches to be fucked again, he's reached the point where he's a good and obedient toy. ]


Yes, sir.