[aki better be careful, his calf twitches in eager intent to kick his stupid smile right back into aki's skull. half because it's taunting him, half because it looks weird on his face. as if he dragged it out of an attic and beat it for dusting. asking him if he fears something. what the fuck? fear's an excuse. an excuse to avoid or protect, to get stronger or charge course, confront or retreat. not an option. losing over fear's cowardly. makes him wonder what this guy's deal is, whether aki's felt fear enough to haul his life back or surge forward in the face of it. scars litter strong definitions, both suggesting the man's seen his share of battles and struggles. piquing attraction enough to get him into this heated mess on the sheets. he reminds him of someone from home, but won't dwell on that. thinking of someone else during sex is a real shitty thing.]
Ngh! [a shout dies in his throat, chest hardening in a traded grunt. fuck, he's gonna start drilling those damn fingers inside him all of a sudden? hole burning in a freezing heat as it clenches around aki's digits, warping from circle to oblong in effort to stay as stuck in contact with his skin as possible. he drives his un-tented heel into the bed, trying to alleviate some of his rising pleasure so it doesn't rip more embarrassing noises out of his throat.]
Didn't- fuck -think you did! [who the hell looks at aki and expects his blase visage to spit foul perversions during a fuck? fingertips curl and his spine curves up from the bed as if the hunter's the one who hooked his back into the air. heat blooms in his stomach, his thigh quivers between aki's legs, both jaws lock together-! and he flattens with a gasp as fingers slowly ease out of his body and leave with a lewd squelch before his ring tightens back up. fuck, the worst part is, he misses them already. one elbow jabs into the bed and he pushes himself up enough to watch aki plug the stupid pink rod from its half-collapsed prop against his heaving stomach. had to be pink, didn't it...]
You're making a mess. [he doesn't sound as annoyed as he could be, torn between irritation and amusement as aki one hands the toy with splatters of lube all over its shaft and bulbous head, flecking his inner thighs and buttocks with more slick drops. making sure everything's coated, he's a thorough one, huh. he curls his lower lip over his teeth and bites down lightly on the plush as aki levels the head between his cheeks like a damn billiards player lining up a shot. one touch and he tenses, trapped leg planting his foot on the hunter's calf for some semblance of mutual support. pressure, denting his hole inward a lot more than a damn finger. muscles stretch and spread slowly over its curvature, wrinkled circle easing into a smoother round. it burns and strains in an uncomfortable way, like pulling a muscle wrong, feels strange, a bite of pain and heat as the tip reaches halfway inside. holy shit- his cock twitches hard, precum spurts onto his flexing abs, both legs notching up at the knees (one putting some pressure on aki's balls accidentally) and a sudden-] Guh! Fuck, it's in, dammit!
[-barks out that, well, with a slick wet 'pop' ... it's definitely in.]
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Ngh! [a shout dies in his throat, chest hardening in a traded grunt. fuck, he's gonna start drilling those damn fingers inside him all of a sudden? hole burning in a freezing heat as it clenches around aki's digits, warping from circle to oblong in effort to stay as stuck in contact with his skin as possible. he drives his un-tented heel into the bed, trying to alleviate some of his rising pleasure so it doesn't rip more embarrassing noises out of his throat.]
Didn't- fuck -think you did! [who the hell looks at aki and expects his blase visage to spit foul perversions during a fuck? fingertips curl and his spine curves up from the bed as if the hunter's the one who hooked his back into the air. heat blooms in his stomach, his thigh quivers between aki's legs, both jaws lock together-! and he flattens with a gasp as fingers slowly ease out of his body and leave with a lewd squelch before his ring tightens back up. fuck, the worst part is, he misses them already. one elbow jabs into the bed and he pushes himself up enough to watch aki plug the stupid pink rod from its half-collapsed prop against his heaving stomach. had to be pink, didn't it...]
You're making a mess. [he doesn't sound as annoyed as he could be, torn between irritation and amusement as aki one hands the toy with splatters of lube all over its shaft and bulbous head, flecking his inner thighs and buttocks with more slick drops. making sure everything's coated, he's a thorough one, huh. he curls his lower lip over his teeth and bites down lightly on the plush as aki levels the head between his cheeks like a damn billiards player lining up a shot. one touch and he tenses, trapped leg planting his foot on the hunter's calf for some semblance of mutual support. pressure, denting his hole inward a lot more than a damn finger. muscles stretch and spread slowly over its curvature, wrinkled circle easing into a smoother round. it burns and strains in an uncomfortable way, like pulling a muscle wrong, feels strange, a bite of pain and heat as the tip reaches halfway inside. holy shit- his cock twitches hard, precum spurts onto his flexing abs, both legs notching up at the knees (one putting some pressure on aki's balls accidentally) and a sudden-] Guh! Fuck, it's in, dammit!
[-barks out that, well, with a slick wet 'pop' ... it's definitely in.]