もしこれが間違いだっていうなら…どうしてこんなにも、俺がずっと欲しかったものみたいに感じるんだ？
his head is pulled back, & his expression contorts to bashfulness, but more so, to a simmering rise of anger. he did not want him to see how red his face had turned, nor how heavily exerted he had become, nor the thin line of drool that had paved its way down his chin. a complete mess already, his innermost self bubbled restlessly, hips continuing their constant rhythm against his abdomen. brows fought to knit or pinch, uncertainty flickering there, lids widening only to fall half-lidded again, nearly shutting as his body gave a faint quiver, a swell threading through each subtle tremor (a betrayal he could not quite conceal).
the left hand drops upon sukuna’s pectoral as the other resumes its place within those locks, or perhaps drifts lower along the nape, brushing across those black markings. fingers dip faintly into his skin, seeking something solid to ground himself, yet the longer this continued, the lighter he felt, thoughts loosening their hold as a euphoric glow washed over him. breath catches, chest tightens, that fragile composure slipping little by little beneath the slow swell of sensation. “ nghh.. i’m... ” he bites his own lip, muffling the rest, friction gathering there as teeth press down, attempting restraint even as the flutter in his voice falters him.
wavering jades peer into crimson, how they penetrate him, spiritually, all the while his threshold is being coaxed open; a wet tip continues his mission. persuading him to relax, preparing him for what's to come. skin was slick already, locks sticking to his disarrayed composure. "haa... mhm — ... " jaw pulls open scarcely, oxygen warm against skin. he was so close, lips ghosting one another, an electric current passing seamlessly between the two frames, a spark taking hold at even the faintest brush. breath mingled, shared space growing thinner, precarious tension stretched between each silent pause. restraint wavered there, delicate, threatened by the simple proximity of body heat that did not retreat.
自分を見失うな…。
…でも、こんな抱き方されたら、無理だろ。
まるで俺が、何か価値のあるもんみたいに…。
使い捨てじゃないって思わせるような目で見られて…。
こんなんで、どうやって抑えろっていうんだ。
his composure strained quietly beneath it, awareness flickering behind glistening hues (too aware of the way closeness softened edges he had long kept sharpened). there was something disarming in the gentleness of it, something that made discipline feel distant, difficult to maintain when met with a presence that did not flinch, did not recoil, did not discard, well, him in particular. control, once steady, now felt finer .... elongated between instinct & something far more unfamiliar. two broken & in a sense, inexperienced lips meet. at first, it was soft… surprisingly so, feeling each other’s texture upon sensitive membranes. the unfamiliarity shows in the hesitant press, the hushed testing of warmth, a fragile tension carried between each minimal movement. it becomes difficult to maintain a closed mouth for long, not with the steady buck of a strong midsection disrupting rhythm, breath beginning to mingle as composure slowly loosens its hold. the other’s hands do not relent, having taken claim over his abdomen as the slow unraveling deepens, muscles tightening beneath wandering touch, each small shift encouraging that delicate loss of restraint.
the smell of pheromones invades his nostrils, overwhelming them, yet it drives him further into madness. the sounds of lust-stricken growls stroked his ears, delicately & beautifully. … …その声、もっとだ。
a rough exhale seeps out, then a shaky inhale as the other speaks, commanding that the toji amp up his thrusts, pounding harder into him. a thick gulp drags lightly down his throat, hesitation flickering for only a moment, knowing how dangerously near he was — & then it breaks… his peak crashing over him. eyes dull, nearly unfocused, lost within that blooming wave of prickling sensation that fans outward, spreading heat through every nerve, every tightened line of muscle. toji’s rhythm grows harsher, more desperate, groans — low, sickly sweet sounds — torn from deep in his chest before his lips are captured in a heated kiss. the vocals soften there, swallowed, muffled between shared breath. a hand slides from the nape back into pink locks, coaxing his posture lower as muscles pull taut, straining beneath the mounting pressure. i'm going to cum ... shit ... mhmm—ah~h
His entrance had been opened, a stiff muscle driving inward, the obscene sounds of intimacy wacking in his brain as his body moves in wanton motions. cock pulsating, thighs constricting around his legs, posture dips ... then the bittersweet release. "…はぁ..!!" scarred maw once more unhinges during the kiss & a heavenly sound stammers out, eyes roll as he fist clenches his lover's hair, head drops marginally, as he releases his seed into the heat of his mouth, a pit which has borne witness to unspeakable horrors, now being coated by his fluids. erection twitches along the textured muscle as his lower body continues to press forward, wriggling out every drop. his lover's hands did not cease, while his own body slowed to a halt, it continues to swallow his sex ... greedy. overstimulation began to take root. early onset whimpers vibrate cords, hand on his chest pushes at him. stop . stop ... his arousal had been satiated for now, but he knew this wouldn't be the final scene.
lifting his head anew, he gives the other a drained kiss, canting slightly as he captures the other’s taste for himself once more, still adrift in that lingering high. his rear is rocked in steady rhythm as the tongue eagerly penetrates him, stretching tense muscles until they begin to yield. a shivering mess beneath the hands of a beast — a beast who tasted like utter sin upon his tongue. he was falling into impurity, yet… had he ever truly been pure to begin with? the hand that once rested upon expansive breast rides upward along the firm plane of his chest, tracing the shifts of muscle beneath warmed skin, gliding over the collarbone before coming to rest along the side of his throat, feeling the steady thrum beneath the pads of his fingers — stabilizing, keeping him tethered as sensation threatened to pull him further away.
