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sometimes, it’s hard not to get carried away. ichimatsu just makes it too easy. he begs for more, more, more and he never complains, even when choromatsu knows – though a bit too late – that he’s going to hard. he just takes the bite marks, flaunts the bruises, and even relishes in the blackouts.
other times, they both remain aware of themselves, mindful of the fact they’re not the only two people in the world, much nonetheless in the house, and reel back. choromatsu makes more of a point to make sure he keeps the marks to his shoulders, even if his throat is the place both of them prefer. he does his best to talk him around in circles instead, to satisfy his urge to be degraded.
today was one of the days they managed to forget the world, with choromatsu’s thumbs crossed and pressing carefully to each side of ichimatsu’s trachea. the point, after all, wasn’t to completely restrict his breathing, but to limit it. his other fingers twitch between squeezing and relaxing; the real rush in being choked is – as terrible as it had sounded when choromatsu looked it up – cutting off the circulation in the arteries there.
after some experimenting, they’ve found the point where he needs to let up to avoid likely causing any lasting damage. it was nearing that point now, choromatsu judged from the way ichimatsu’s hands relaxed on his thighs, so he loosens his hold, pushing his thumbs forward instead. it wouldn’t really constrict his breathing; if anything, it would likely kick his gag reflex, and get him to open his mouth.
which is what he actually wanted.
with the opportunity presented, he leans himself forward in ichimatsu’s lap, wasting no time in getting his tongue in the other’s mouth. mmm.
