[ tadashi gasps, breathless and panting, desperately arching forward to capture his mouth. his hand comes to grasp ainosuke's chin, tipping it upwards so he can steal kisses, counting them as he goes -- two, three, four. tadashi is splitting ainosuke open with every thrust, and he feels so impossibly good, so tight and so slick, like ainosuke's devouring him just like this.
he ruts up into him, baring his throat to ainosuke as he obeys the violence of that tug, reading the blessed desperation in those crimson eyes. ainosuke needs tadashi as much as he needs him, and in this, he's intoxicated. ]
I promise.
[ he breathes, leaning forward to kiss him again, again and again, grinding his hips into him when he bottoms out, ruthlessly pressing against the knot of sensitive nerves that tadashi had once known so intimately, so long ago. they have much to make up for, much to do together, and now is the best place to start. tadashi coaxes him on with a low moan, urging him onwards with every shallow thrust, so deep inside of him. ]
[ 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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he ruts up into him, baring his throat to ainosuke as he obeys the violence of that tug, reading the blessed desperation in those crimson eyes. ainosuke needs tadashi as much as he needs him, and in this, he's intoxicated. ]
I promise.
[ he breathes, leaning forward to kiss him again, again and again, grinding his hips into him when he bottoms out, ruthlessly pressing against the knot of sensitive nerves that tadashi had once known so intimately, so long ago. they have much to make up for, much to do together, and now is the best place to start. tadashi coaxes him on with a low moan, urging him onwards with every shallow thrust, so deep inside of him. ]
I'll stay -- come for 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.