[ 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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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?