ailingsoul | (no subject)

[He almost roughly fucks Soramaru with his fingers, targeting his prostate and watching him, pinning him hard to the tree but he's not being sadistic, not aiming to hurt him. He's not being as gentle though.]

[ it's good that they went off somewhere else, somewhere more secluded because if there's one thing that soramaru is in bed, it's noisy. even the smallest of movements get breaths that aren't quite silent, so being treated like this results in--

...well, it's a good thing the music in the distance is so loud, right? ]

[How incredibly sexy. It's really a problem actually, because hearing Soramaru like that just makes him want him more, biting sharply at his shoulder and twisting his fingers inside him a bit before pulling them out, working his pants open and lifting Soramaru with one arm under his ass.]

[ he wants this. wants this wants this wants this and his fingers dig in so much, he trembles and whines in anticipation. ]

Hurry, Master- Hurry up and ta- [ ...no, wouldn't it be better to be more vulgar? ]

---Fuck me hard.

[He wants this, for all it's so imbalanced and delicate his objectives are being continuously hit and he wants to slam Soramaru mercilessly into the tree and fuck him without regard. He also doesn't want to do that at all. What he does, instead, is kiss Soramaru hotly, pulling him up and pressing his cock between the teen's ass, lining up to push into him slowly, careful.]

[ he gasps into the kiss as he's entered, toes curling and thighs tensing. --instead, no, that makes it hurt and his gasp changes pitch into a whine as the size of the intrusion and the stings of pain that it brings prickles through his skin in reward for masochism. ]

[He's careful but it's still going to hurt, pushing in slowly and holding Soramaru pinned against the tree as he takes him, shuddering at the feel of his tightness and heat.]

[ he breaks the kiss with a soft, desperate noise - dropping his head to sousei's shoulder and breathing heavily. he tries to relax, tries to make this easier for the both of them. ]

[He curls his fingers into Soramaru's ass, going still again for a moment to breathe and settle his other arm around Soramaru's back, just holding him steady with casual strength and ease, breathing in the scent of his hair.]

[And then he moves again, careful and deliberate, pulling out and pressing in again with smooth, slow movements.]

[ he draws a long, shaky breath as sousei moves, clenching the thigh that's wrapped around him to push his hips closer. it feels good, to be held so strongly like this while being taken. there isn't much to ease the way, so it hurts, but - he's being gentle, again. even after being begged to be rougher, to take him more seriously - sousei is back to being gentle. ]

[He shudders, lips pressing to Soramaru's neck, biting lightly but not exactly gentle. The rest of his movements are careful, but it's still going to hurt, no matter how careful he is, it's going to hurt a bit. He's just trying to minimize that with his movements, make it feel better than it hurts.]

[ it stings, but it's not unwelcome. with the extra pleasure from masochism it gives him atop the effort sousei is going to in order to override the underlying pain of the first time (rather underpreparedly) taking it, it leaves soramaru noisy through his gasping, clinging hard and rocking his hips into sousei's movements as he twitches in ecstasy. ]