[ 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. ]
[ Ainosuke knows that expression. He's intimately familiar with the bliss that melts into Kaoru's features amid some of their rougher play, and he also knows the danger that comes with it; that, while this is Kaoru at his most rapt and subservient, it's also the surest sign that Ainosuke needs to approach everything with a more discerning eye. But that's precisely what Kaoru's entrusted him with, and though it's tempting -- comes with its own rush of sick satisfaction -- Ainosuke knows better than to abuse the privilege.
In any case, the knife is impeding his ability to maneuver Kaoru around, and that simply won't do. Metal clatters against granite when Ainosuke tosses it away, pushes it out of reach across the counter, and his grip finds Kaoru's hip instead. Ainosuke angles them up, tilts them to make it that much easier to drive his cock into Kaoru's hungry body. And in many a different scenario, Ainosuke would strive to bring Kaoru over with him, but that's not the point of this. Kaoru wants to feel used and worthless, and Ainosuke's all too happy to indulge the baser side of himself in turn.
Hot, tight, velvet, his. Kaoru is his. He's literally marked as such, in tight cuts, in blood seeping down his back. All of him, all for Ainosuke. In the end, that notion alone is Ainosuke's undoing. His hips stagger, falter in their rhythm, tighter, higher, and then Ainosuke comes with a muffled cry through clenched teeth. He shakes, throbs and spills into Kaoru, fingers rigid in their grip around his throat and hip, holding him still through Ainosuke's end. Awash in pleasure, drowning in completeness, love and love and love...
And even while he's still catching his breath, Ainosuke manages to be mean about it. The way he pulls himself too quickly from Kaoru's body, to let his sex drip down the inside of those well-loved thighs. The way he shoves Kaoru away, discards him over the countertop and takes a step back. The way he parts from Kaoru completely, and smirks sideways the mess he's made of him. Ainosuke drinks it all in, every hint of red he's painted over Kaoru's skin, and the entire tableau is utterly hypnotic. ]
I'd tell you to clean yourself up if I thought you were worth the good linens.
[ 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.
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?
[ 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, my good boy. Just like that, you infuriating creature.
[ Kaoru's thighs are softer than they have any right to be. Physically speaking, these legs are one of Kaoru's finest attributes (though certainly not the finest; Ainosuke would topple empires for that stunning face). Long, shapely, smooth, pale. Fucking between them is very nearly as sweet as burying his cock in that greedy hole, and at the moment, Ainosuke can't decide which he likes better. Perhaps it's weighted unfairly. He's still achingly sensitive, overstimulated, shaking against a pleasure like wildfire stinging across every nerve.
And he won't be the only one enjoying this agony. Ainosuke guides Kaoru's hips away from the counter and angles him up enough to slip one hand beneath. Stroking Kaoru's cock may be equal parts kindness and torture at this juncture; his tight grip, the thumb pressing over and over Kaoru's slick head, all to coax him back to nigh-unbearable arousal under Ainosuke's touch. ]
Mm, do you know, I think I'll defile you like this at my next fundraising event. [ Ainosuke practically purrs, shivering through each slide of his cock between Kaoru's thighs, humming through each stroke. ] Parade you around like my pretty toy all night. Bend you over a counter in the restroom, hike up your kimono, and fuck these beautiful thighs. Make you wear my cum on your legs for the rest of the evening while we're meeting with lobbyists. How would you like that, my sweet blossom?
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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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In any case, the knife is impeding his ability to maneuver Kaoru around, and that simply won't do. Metal clatters against granite when Ainosuke tosses it away, pushes it out of reach across the counter, and his grip finds Kaoru's hip instead. Ainosuke angles them up, tilts them to make it that much easier to drive his cock into Kaoru's hungry body. And in many a different scenario, Ainosuke would strive to bring Kaoru over with him, but that's not the point of this. Kaoru wants to feel used and worthless, and Ainosuke's all too happy to indulge the baser side of himself in turn.
Hot, tight, velvet, his. Kaoru is his. He's literally marked as such, in tight cuts, in blood seeping down his back. All of him, all for Ainosuke. In the end, that notion alone is Ainosuke's undoing. His hips stagger, falter in their rhythm, tighter, higher, and then Ainosuke comes with a muffled cry through clenched teeth. He shakes, throbs and spills into Kaoru, fingers rigid in their grip around his throat and hip, holding him still through Ainosuke's end. Awash in pleasure, drowning in completeness, love and love and love...
And even while he's still catching his breath, Ainosuke manages to be mean about it. The way he pulls himself too quickly from Kaoru's body, to let his sex drip down the inside of those well-loved thighs. The way he shoves Kaoru away, discards him over the countertop and takes a step back. The way he parts from Kaoru completely, and smirks sideways the mess he's made of him. Ainosuke drinks it all in, every hint of red he's painted over Kaoru's skin, and the entire tableau is utterly hypnotic. ]
I'd tell you to clean yourself up if I thought you were worth the good linens.
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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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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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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.
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[ Kaoru's thighs are softer than they have any right to be. Physically speaking, these legs are one of Kaoru's finest attributes (though certainly not the finest; Ainosuke would topple empires for that stunning face). Long, shapely, smooth, pale. Fucking between them is very nearly as sweet as burying his cock in that greedy hole, and at the moment, Ainosuke can't decide which he likes better. Perhaps it's weighted unfairly. He's still achingly sensitive, overstimulated, shaking against a pleasure like wildfire stinging across every nerve.
And he won't be the only one enjoying this agony. Ainosuke guides Kaoru's hips away from the counter and angles him up enough to slip one hand beneath. Stroking Kaoru's cock may be equal parts kindness and torture at this juncture; his tight grip, the thumb pressing over and over Kaoru's slick head, all to coax him back to nigh-unbearable arousal under Ainosuke's touch. ]
Mm, do you know, I think I'll defile you like this at my next fundraising event. [ Ainosuke practically purrs, shivering through each slide of his cock between Kaoru's thighs, humming through each stroke. ] Parade you around like my pretty toy all night. Bend you over a counter in the restroom, hike up your kimono, and fuck these beautiful thighs. Make you wear my cum on your legs for the rest of the evening while we're meeting with lobbyists. How would you like that, my sweet blossom?