. ❛ Look at me, baby . ━━━━ @heiimat . sukuna
𝙷𝙴 𝙷𝙰𝙳 𝚃𝚁𝙸𝙴𝙳 𝚃𝙾 𝙰𝚅𝙾𝙸𝙳 𝙸𝚃 ━━━━━━ eyes closed, head thrown back or turned to the side as Sukuna entered him ; it was yet another new experience the man was giving him, one that had Kento trembling with anticipation way before they became one. The heat of Sukuna’s chest against his back was solid ; strong and all-encompassing, warming Nanami whole, making him feel as if he was being submerged in lava ━━━━ albeit a gentle stream of it, one that ran its hands all over his body, that softly thrusted inside of him, dragging out then feeling of bliss until Kento was scrambling to hold onto something and tears invaded his eyes.
And then came the request ━━━━ so sweet and so gentle, whispered against his ear as a hand snaked all the way up to his throat, pulling a whimper out of his bruised lips. Nanami had tried his hardest to ignore the presence of the mirror right in front of them ; he hadn’t wanted to look at himself, to see his flaws while Sukuna’s ministration made him feel as if he was ascending to heaven. And yet, how could he deny his lover when he only asked for this in exchange of all the pleasure he was gifting him? And so Nanami whimpered, allowing the hand on his throat to guide his face forward, mismatched eyes finally gazing upon the mirror.
The image there caused him to shudder ; ethereal, magical, something Kento lacked the words to describe. The look on Sukuna’s face, the heat inside his eyes, coupled with the feeling of his member inside of him had Nanami clenching around it, arching his back and grinding down against the taller man ━━━━━━ he was overwhelmed with love, overwhelmed with pleasure, overwhelmed by the thought that this man loved him so much. All he wanted was to give himself to Sukuna fully, to stop thinking about his inhibitions and just succumb to everything that was Ryomen Sukuna. ❛ Sukuna, please... ❜ he gasped, still trying to move against the man in question, gasping between each failed attempt ━━━━━━ even failure brought him a delightful friction, not enough, definitely not enough but good still. ❛ Please...I— harder, fuck me harder... ❜ he moaned, eyes still on the mirror, locked with Sukuna’s scarlet hues.
