[ toji knows without having to be told that cain's close, can feel it in every twitch of the boy's body, every shiver, every breath. as much as he wants to take cain in his hand as well, claim every inch of him, feel every part of him he has to offer, he doesn't want to break stride in his thrusts for a second. he'll save the rest of it for later, already presuming there will be a later, fingers digging harder into cain's hips instead, determined to fuck him over the edge through this alone. he's done this enough he knows there'll be bruises by the time they're done, and somehow that knowing alone makes his blood burn hotter, consumed himself in this act of consumption. ]
Come for me, [ his voice rumbles low, leaning back for a better view, so he can see every flicker of expression on cain's face, every heave of air leaving his lungs, every stroke of cain's body split apart on him with the kind of ease that makes it impossible not to think that cain was meant for this. ]
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Come for me, [ his voice rumbles low, leaning back for a better view, so he can see every flicker of expression on cain's face, every heave of air leaving his lungs, every stroke of cain's body split apart on him with the kind of ease that makes it impossible not to think that cain was meant for this. ]