( sex has always been transactional β we've established that much, right? β but even though this has only just started it feels like something wholly different, something he isn't going to be able to walk away from even if he'd thought to try, because he might already be thinking that he's going to want to come back, and back, and back as long as toji will let him.
a stray shown something good. given something good that he's never had before, had never thought he wanted in the first place but it's in the way he holds him, like he's already possessing him, and cain thinks β¦ he doesn't mind it. funny how that works, isn't it?
he'll take the broken glass, the free-fall if it means he can have more of this. so much of it that he'll end up feeling drunk off of the way toji touches him, how he fucks into him and it feels like he's touching every raw nerve in him simultaneously,so much that he really can't help the way he tries to meet that next inward movement, that slow thrust that has him giving over a soft growl of his own. something that crawls up from the very center of his chest and leaves his throat feeling scraped bloody, rough and raw, and god does he want more of it.
his thighs are trembling by the third achingly slow thrust inside him, maybe even before that, pulse jumping at every sharp press of toji's teeth to any part of him he can reach and he knows he's going to be bruised to hell by the time he's finished with him, likes the idea of it a bit more than he should as he tests just how tightly he's holding him by way of attempting to rock down against him harder. to take him deeper still, even if he's already bottomed out inside him again. )
Not gonna break. ( he murmurs against the shell of an ear, both hands coming up to fist in dark hair as he bites along the edge of his jaw. he's breathless from both the exertion of taking him so quickly and the way his heart beats with wanting more, and he's only ever known how to take. not β )
Fuck β¦ pojaluista.
(ask.
and just for the sake of introspection, the very literal translation of that is please, sir. so have fun with that. )
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a stray shown something good. given something good that he's never had before, had never thought he wanted in the first place but it's in the way he holds him, like he's already possessing him, and cain thinks β¦ he doesn't mind it. funny how that works, isn't it?
he'll take the broken glass, the free-fall if it means he can have more of this. so much of it that he'll end up feeling drunk off of the way toji touches him, how he fucks into him and it feels like he's touching every raw nerve in him simultaneously,so much that he really can't help the way he tries to meet that next inward movement, that slow thrust that has him giving over a soft growl of his own. something that crawls up from the very center of his chest and leaves his throat feeling scraped bloody, rough and raw, and god does he want more of it.
his thighs are trembling by the third achingly slow thrust inside him, maybe even before that, pulse jumping at every sharp press of toji's teeth to any part of him he can reach and he knows he's going to be bruised to hell by the time he's finished with him, likes the idea of it a bit more than he should as he tests just how tightly he's holding him by way of attempting to rock down against him harder. to take him deeper still, even if he's already bottomed out inside him again. )
Not gonna break. ( he murmurs against the shell of an ear, both hands coming up to fist in dark hair as he bites along the edge of his jaw. he's breathless from both the exertion of taking him so quickly and the way his heart beats with wanting more, and he's only ever known how to take. not β )
Fuck β¦ pojaluista.
( ask.
and just for the sake of introspection, the very literal translation of that is please, sir. so have fun with that. )