[ 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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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.