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[ailingsoul]

continuations.
(NSFW. CW for power imbalance, underage, etc.)

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[comingstorm]

[No, he's not going to last. Not as turned on as he is. He falls back against the pillows, still sitting up, but shuddering and rocking his hips, hands settling on Soramaru's thigh and in his hair and just holding on. He can get Soramaru off again after. His breathing is uneven and fast, color high in his cheeks.]

Ah, close....

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[ he leans forward, resting his face in the crook of sousei's neck and trying his hardest at replicating the motions of his hand that sousei had given him earlier in order to bring him to completion. ]

[comingstorm]

[He moans and holds Soramaru close, hips bucking as he comes, breathing unevenly and pulse pounding. Incredibly keyed up.]

[ailingsoul]

[ success ]

[comingstorm]

[You are so cute. He takes a moment to catch his breath, fingers threading through Soramaru's hair.]

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[ he relaxes against sousei's chest as he catches his breath. it's easy enough to ignore the dull pangs that the earlier second bout of objectives brought on. ]

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[He brushes his fingers down Soramaru's back and up again, heartrate slowly calming.]

[He's kind of disheveled, only half out of his shirt and pants, with his hair sticking to his face and neck, looking quietly down at the teenager in his arms, fond and protective.]

[ailingsoul]

[ he doesn't say anything, or... move, really. he's pretty tired, subbing for your first time - even if you don't go all the way - takes a lot out of you. ]

[comingstorm]

[He tightens his arms around Soramaru and relaxes back, eyes closing. This is find for now, they could both use the moment to rest.]

Thank you.

[His fingers trace gentle circles at the back of Soramaru's neck, unhurried and soft.]

[ailingsoul]

...? For what?

[comingstorm]

You can figure that out yourself.

How are you doing?

[ailingsoul]

[ nods...? ]

I'm tired, but...

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But?

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...But fine, otherwise.

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Mm.

[He touches the mark on Soramaru's neck, thoughtful.]

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Ah--

[ he flinches, a little. it's a bruise, so touching it hurts, and... ]

[comingstorm]

[He's not pressing hard, a light touch and he moves his fingers away.]

Marking, perhaps, not biting?

[ailingsoul]

Like... Leaving your mark on me?

[comingstorm]

Yes. Like that.

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It makes sense.

[comingstorm]

Does it?

[ailingsoul]

[ nods ]

It didn't feel like "biting" at all.

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[He tilts Sormaru's head up, gently places his lips next to that mark, and lightly sucks on the skin to leave another, fainter.]

[Just testing.]

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--Mm...

[ ...yeah. that hit. ]

[comingstorm]

I wonder if other things will work.