| [Jul. 7th, 2013|11:23 pm] |
Ryouma dragged in a deep, rasping breath and blinked his vision back into focus. Raidou was breathing hard now, too, shiny with sweat, thick hair clinging damp-dark to his temples and forehead. His split lip was swollen and beading red, and Ryouma wanted to kiss him so badly he could taste it.
He strained up, shoulders creaking. Couldn't quite make it, and groaned in frustration—and then lower, as Raidou snapped his hips in, slow and deep. The stretch and the burn and the spine-melting heat were far too much and not nearly enough. He writhed, heels digging into the duvet, and gasped, "Faster! Give me— Ah, shit, no, stop teasing, just give it to me—"
His foot slipped on the duvet as Raidou pulled out, and his hips arched, trying to follow. The headboard slats bit into his fingers. Raidou grinned like a tiger and drove deeper, faster, and this time he hit the angle that set off explosion tags behind Ryouma's eyes and wrenched a yell out of his throat.
"Gotcha," Ryouma gasped, triumphantly. He slammed in again, and again, faster and harder until Ryouma couldn't even breathe in between, couldn't ground himself, could only grip the headboard and shake and fall apart beneath Raidou, ripping his throat on noises he'd never heard himself make.
And then Raidou slowed down, and pulled out.
The cold emptiness hit Ryouma like a knife beneath the ribs. He lost his grip on the headboard, on whatever was left of himself. "Please," he begged, and broke. "Please, don't— Don't go—"
Raidou's eyes widened. He pressed back in, one long, smooth, searing slide that flooded sparks straight up Ryouma's spine, and groaned low in his throat. Then he curled one hand around Ryouma's cock, thumbing over the head, and leaned down to kiss the edge of Ryouma's mouth and rasp in his ear, "Why would I go, beautiful boy, when I've got you right here?"
There was a cry caught somewhere in Ryouma's chest, and fire in his blood. He wrapped his hands over Raidou's shoulders, blunt fingers digging in, and let himself shake, sob, plead with the only word he could find: "Please." He ground up onto Raidou's thighs, rutted into Raidou's hand, turned his head to catch Raidou's mouth. "Please," he begged, and found one more: "Raidou." |
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