[ There is a brief moment that a part of him considers it-- tearing through his core with that sharp blade already drenched in blood, but oddly enough, the thought is fleeting. He doesn't actually dislike this guy, but he knows they both get quite enthralled with the repulsive game they play back and forth with each other. It's exciting for Toji to know he has someone like this in his miserable life; who can satisfy his sadistic behavior and enjoy it himself.
All riled up, he's out of breath, and the knife drops along the bath floor with a clatter before he reaches into his pocket and pulls a sealed condom out, lifting it to tear it with his teeth. The water resumes to rinse the curse as clean as it can, only for more blood to seep out of each meticulous wound. Toji exposes himself, fully hard as he puts the condom on in a moment of silence. ]
I almost feel bad for you.
[ He hauls Choso's leg up, the one against the bathroom wall, folding him over and shoving the other leg over the arm of the bath tub. No lubricant, no other preparation. Somehow, he knows Choso likes it that way. ]
[ and he’d be right; for all that Choso gnashes and snarls most times they meet, he has never once wanted for lubricant. the pain of entry, too, is something to savour, and for all that Choso groans and grits his teeth, he still fights against his own body to relax when Toji takes him. ]
Fuck you and your almnnhgh— almost.
[ big attitude from a bloody wretch whose back still arches up high, cock leaking pre while Toji fills him agonizingly full. ]
[ It's a cramped position, but necessary to keep the blood rinsing off of Choso and his wounds. Toji breathes out loudly once he feels Choso hit the base of his cock, giving out some resistance. Toji presses the top of his own head against the side of this dingy bathroom wall, staring hungrily down at the curse folded down upon himself. He's going to cum all over himself with his legs split like this. ]
You say you want everything from me, does that include my pity too?
[ He makes a throaty noise as he starts to slide back and forth, rutting into Choso slowly. He makes a crooked smile. ]
You look good like this; stained with blood and in pain. I like it.
[ it's sincere, at least, however fucked up it sounds. ]
[ the water is a blessing as much as it is a curse: for as much as it over-saturates and washes away Choso’s blood, it makes exterior control impossible in this position. he cannot pull it away if it gets on Toji, cannot control it if it gets in Toji, cannot bring it to bear properly if Toji decided to tear him open, and yet. and yet, the fluttering urgent alarm this brings only seems to further fan the flames in Choso’s belly.
he looks good like this, after all; stained with blood and in pain, and the thought is a rotten balm that he welcomes for all that it burns. ]
Auh-all of it. All of it!
[ it hurts. every dragging thrust hurts, but it makes the ache in him throb all the harder. it hurts, but his cock still dribbles and twitches, slave to the twisted winding pleasure all knotted up inside the cage of his bones. it hurts, but he cannot, will not look away from Toji, even though his arms shudder and his hands curl over his face to hide from the water flow, heated gaze peering between spread fingers. ]
[ Toji is aware of that, and to him, it's also enthralling, this risky dance they are performing with each other. He's familiar with the feel of Choso, how hot his flesh gets, how he smells, how his heart races and how each drag of his hips feels so good, building up and up and twisting a knot in Toji's stomach. He chews on his own lip as he observes him, wondering what on Earth he has done to earn Choso's attention and desire. He is quiet for a moment, besides the slapping of his wet skin and his throaty breathing.
It really does sound like a confession. How did this happen? Maybe he's confused? Because surely not.
Toji turns his pelvis slightly, thrusting deeper and harder, hitting his partner's prostate. ]
You're so cruel to ... hah ... yourself. Wanting everything of me brings nothing desirable.
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All riled up, he's out of breath, and the knife drops along the bath floor with a clatter before he reaches into his pocket and pulls a sealed condom out, lifting it to tear it with his teeth. The water resumes to rinse the curse as clean as it can, only for more blood to seep out of each meticulous wound. Toji exposes himself, fully hard as he puts the condom on in a moment of silence. ]
I almost feel bad for you.
[ He hauls Choso's leg up, the one against the bathroom wall, folding him over and shoving the other leg over the arm of the bath tub. No lubricant, no other preparation. Somehow, he knows Choso likes it that way. ]
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Fuck you and your almnnhgh— almost.
[ big attitude from a bloody wretch whose back still arches up high, cock leaking pre while Toji fills him agonizingly full. ]
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You say you want everything from me, does that include my pity too?
[ He makes a throaty noise as he starts to slide back and forth, rutting into Choso slowly. He makes a crooked smile. ]
You look good like this; stained with blood and in pain. I like it.
[ it's sincere, at least, however fucked up it sounds. ]
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he looks good like this, after all; stained with blood and in pain, and the thought is a rotten balm that he welcomes for all that it burns. ]
Auh-all of it. All of it!
[ it hurts. every dragging thrust hurts, but it makes the ache in him throb all the harder. it hurts, but his cock still dribbles and twitches, slave to the twisted winding pleasure all knotted up inside the cage of his bones. it hurts, but he cannot, will not look away from Toji, even though his arms shudder and his hands curl over his face to hide from the water flow, heated gaze peering between spread fingers. ]
Even the worst parts. All of it.
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It really does sound like a confession. How did this happen? Maybe he's confused? Because surely not.
Toji turns his pelvis slightly, thrusting deeper and harder, hitting his partner's prostate. ]
You're so cruel to ... hah ... yourself. Wanting everything of me brings nothing desirable.