[ Eito chuckles and moves his fingers again, all three of them. The way Takumi rolls his hips, too, as though searching for more, sends a shock of arousal surging through him. It's a good thing he's all but mastered the art of being patient. ]
It's just basic anatomy. Had you ever picked up a textbook on the human body, perhaps you would have known about it sooner. But no matter.
[ And then, with a harsh thrust, Eito begins fingerfucking him in earnest again. It really does bring to mind the experiment with their souls, the way Takumi's walls clench around his fingers not so unlike the quiver of the flame back then. ]
[ it's kind of hard to think about basic anatomy when there are three fingers inside you....... ]
I-I guess so...
[ but takumi isn't given ample time to consider reviewing any books in his future, not when eito has decided to basically punish takumi by abruptly thrusting back into him. takumi's legs immediately fall open further to accommodate the size and harshness, a strangled, horrid little moan ripping free from his chest the instant his prostate is grinded into again.
...a dozen more follow once it sinks in that eito isn't going to let up. ]
[ It goes on like that for a few more fleeting minutes, but Eito does let up at some point. Once he's had his fill, maybe, and can get a sense for how stretched Takumi is. Still incredibly tight, but it should be enough. ]
Do you think you're ready for my...?
[ Eito trails off, closes his mouth, and turns bright red, because there is no way he's going to say that out loud. He begins to drag his fingers out but pauses at the rim, a wordless question. He's shivering, a little bit. ]
[ takumi blearily at eito, and then shakily sits up to close some of the distance between them. though, rather than looking eito in the face, his gaze naturally lowers down, lower, and lower, until he realizes what eito is referring to. ]
[ the last two times they've fooled around with each other, takumi has lacked the opportunity to really look. he's caught glimpses, felt eito against him, yeah, but never actually, truly seen eito's dick before. after all, eito has been doing all the work; takumi's never had to handle anything himself.
now, however, he discovers the truth: eito... is kind of huge. way bigger than anything he could've ever imagined.
[ He is not going to dignify that question with an answer. ]
Well, I can't argue with that.
[ With a shaky sigh, Eito draws back fully so he can grab the condom and bottle of lube. Takumi had already generously unwrapped it for him, so all Eito has to do is roll it on, which doesn't prove to be difficult. It's a relief the size seems to be big enough...
Eito can't help but wonder if Takumi's gaze is on him. He's all too conscious of the idea of it as he drizzles more lubricant onto his glove so he can lube himself up. Everything about this feels surreal, and once he's ready, he swallows around nothing, mouth suddenly dry. Eito lifts his head up, giving the impression that he's looking at Takumi, shifting back and forth on his knees. ]
Are we doing this, or not? Because if you've changed your mind, I'll go deal with this in the shower, alone.
[ There's a pause, and then, a little more quietly: ]
Takumi-kun... I meant it when I said I'd take care of you.
[ he'd been oh, so gentlemanly before not ogling a blind eito, but now takumi unabashedly stares at him. he doesn't tear his gaze away, heart pounding in his chest as he watches eito slowly pull the condom over his length. part of him finds the sight attractive—thin, stretchy material slowly enveloping eito's thick cock—but another part of him twists with trepidation. can he... no, is it even possible? at least takumi understands now why eito had been so thorough in stretching him open—it was to fit a fucking monster.
exhaling, he finally looks up again when it appears as though eito is looking at him. takumi finds himself flushing despite eito's lack of vision, brows furrowing. ]
I—I know.
[ he huffs, and then draws into himself somewhat. his voice is less gruff and more serious when he continues. ]
We've already gone this far... and I meant it when I said I wanted to do it with you. That hasn't changed.
[ takumi sniffles softly. his lashes are still wet. ]
...We can. I trust you, Aotsuki. It felt good before, so this will be the same, probably.
[ Eito breathes out a quiet sigh, helpless in the face of Takumi's sniffling. Some nameless but fond emotion twists in his chest, like what one might feel when confronted with a small, innocent animal. It's too easy to picture the tears clinging to his lashes, and Eito is weak for it. ]
Thank you for placing your trust in me. I really do want this to be special.
[ With that settled, Eito inches forward, crawling over Takumi and caging him in all over again. His hand finds Takumi's knee, only to grasp at it so he can use his strength to hook his leg over his shoulder. The other hand wraps around his own cock, steadying himself so he can line himself up with Takumi's entrance.
They're doing this. There's nowhere else for Takumi to go. ]
Just relax, and let me handle everything.
[ Eito doesn't push in, not yet. First, Takumi needs to adjust to to the shape of him teasing at his rim. ]
[ takumi naturally moves to make room for eito, eventually splaying out on his back and resuming their previous positions—no, almost doing so. to his embarrassment, eito hooks one his legs and brings it up higher, completely exposing takumi's slick, wet hole and his cock. he grunts to himself in an effort to stifle his shyness, toes curling, and peers up at eito as he closes the little distance left.
he can't quite see what eito does next, but it's obvious once the sensation of something hot and stiff brushes against his rim. takumi accidentally flinches because of it, and then hurriedly assures himself that eito said everything would be alright. ]
You're warm, [ he says, a bit distracted and breathless. ] Uh, g-go ahead. I'm ready.
[ he flexes against the head of eito's length, red to the tips of his ears. ]
[ He sucks in a breath. If Takumi is going to be acting so eager, flexing against him like that, doesn't he know that it's going to become harder and harder to hold back...? ]
All right.
[ His voice comes out as rough as gravel, ears just as red as Takumi's. Finally, Eito breaches past the rim, the lubrication easing the glide as he pushes in. Takumi is even tighter than he felt around his fingers, all inviting warmth and pulsating heat. The feeling is all-encompassing, and somehow, not having vision adds to the sensation, in its own strange way.
As agonizing as it is, he pauses about halfway, giving Takumi ample time to get used to the sensation of being split apart. ]
Ta—kumi-ku—n...
[ Eito would hate how wrecked he sounds, moaning Takumi's name like that, if he could even hear himself. All of his senses, the ones that are functioning, are utterly overwhelmed with Takumi's everything. ]
[ he can scarcely hear eito at all, consumed by the thousand neurons firing off in his brain—it burns it feels good why I want to cum already I can't—and the insurmountable sensation of fullness. takumi also fails to notice that somewhere along the way, he has curled his arms beneath and around eito's underarms and dug his nails in, clinging to him with the fierceness of an angry kitten to its master. but beyond that small act of desperation... takumi is completely silent.
it isn't until eito pauses to allow him to adjust that takumi releases a shuddering oh that's more of a breath of air than it is his voice. he then curls inwards and rests his head against eito's collarbone to hide his expression. while it's impossible for eito to know unless takumi sniffles again, he isn't sure how eito would react to discovering the renewed tears having gathered in the corners of his eyes. ]
...Too big, [ he complains faintly, somehow able to grumble despite himself. ] You're gonna break me, Aotsuki...
[ breathing in through his nose, he tries to shift a little, but that just causes the head of eito's cock to nudge inside him more insistently. the dull throb of pleasure that accompanies it leaves takumi trembling and feverish. ]
Don't—don't cum. If you do before we've done anything, I'll punish you.
[ world's weakest and ugliest little monster is making threats, it seems. ]
[ It takes so long for Takumi to make any sound at all that Eito grows more than a little concerned. When he finally does break the silence, Takumi will be able to feel the shaky exhale Eito releases. They're so, so close—Eito barely knows how or when it happened. One moment he was hoisting Takumi's leg up, and the next, all of Takumi's remaining limbs were wound around him like he's some sort of octopus.
But this newfound closeness, it's—it's beyond anything Eito has ever experienced or even hoped to experience before. Between that emotional heaviness and Takumi attempting to shift like that, the barrage of stimulation has Eito feeling like maybe he's going to die.
It's no small miracle he's able to respond at all, even though it's only to the latter comment. The idea of being big enough to literally break Takumi is more arousing than it has any right being, probably. ]
Tch... There's no way I would cum that fast...
[ You can hear the metaphorical eye roll in his voice, which is little more than a murmur. With Takumi's face pressed into his collarbone, Eito turns his head, hot breath ghosting over the shell of Takumi's ear. ]
Although, I am curious to hear more about this punishment of yours.
[ Of course he is. The chitchat makes this whole scenario that much more comfortable, less uncharted territory to navigate. ]
Is this your way of trying to talk dirty in bed? You'll have to do better than that.
[ And then, just when Takumi may have finally acclimated to the weight of him, Eito moves again, burying himself that much deeper. Almost all the way, now—Takumi could easily grind down to take him that little bit more, if he wanted to, until Eito is buried up to the hilt. He stills again, managing to withhold any sounds this time, but instead, his arms find themselves fitting around Takumi properly.
How utterly surreal, to hold someone. To be held. To be slotted together in every sense of the word. ]
[ of course the thought of breaking takumi would turn eito on. it always has.
red in the face and utterly dizzy, those last few inches briefly take the wind out of takumi's sails. he more tense than he thinks he has ever been in life, and yet he can't stop quivering, either. it feels like eito's dick is in his stomach, which is as terrifying as it is arousing; he didn't think he was this far gone when it came to enjoying a bit of pain. and for a moment, there's another lack of response as takumi tries to gather his wits and remember to breathe.
breathe.
breathe, sumino.
curly, red strands tickle eito's jaw as takumi nestles in further. ]
...I still haven't... taken your mouth. I could do that.
[ a second threat, though it's delivered in a strained voice and between shallow pants. takumi makes sure to clamp down on eito, too, flexing despite the sear. if takumi thinks eito's length is just about unbearable, then the same can be said for how tight takumi himself is. ]
Do you think you could handle that, Aotsuki...?
[ eito's name unfortunately wavers, and takumi has to huff to try and maintain his stance. ]
[ A strained gasp slips past his lips when Takumi deliberately clenches around him. The tightness is impossible to describe, pleasurable but tipping just past the edge of discomfort. No ridiculous metaphor could even hope to encapsulate just how physically overwhelming it is to be fully sheathed inside Takumi. ]
Oh, please. Disappoint you? We haven't even, hah, started...
[ The idea of taking Takumi into his mouth is not where his mind needs to be right now, especially because no, he probably couldn't handle it. With a huff of mock annoyance, he leans to nip at Takumi's earlobe. ]
I can hardly believe how greedy you are.
[ With a great, shuddering breath, Eito tries moving, grinding up against Takumi's inner walls. Every single pulse of heat fuels his urgency, the mindless and animalistic desire to split Takumi open and leave him incoherent. Not yet, though. Soon. ]
[ takumi really is a prey animal. he reacts with fearful aggression, but will cuddle closer for reassurance and safety, breathing in eito's scent and letting it chase away his anxieties. eito's little nip to his ear causes him lightly shiver, and he eventually leans back enough to peer into his face again. familiar, soft cheeks are flushed red; eito really does look as overwhelmed as takumi himself feels. that seems to soothe some of takumi's frustration, and unintentionally relaxes in eito's grip. ]
I'm not. [ his denial is petulant and cute, a breathy, pleasured sound leaving him afterwards once eito moves forward. takumi doesn't think when he tilts his hips to allow eito a better angle; it comes instinctually. ] You're the greedy one...
[ his nails drag an increment down eito's muscled back. small pink scores follow in their wake. ]
But... I want it... even though it's too much. I want you, Aotsuki.
[ takumi's wavering admission causes heat to blossom in his belly. for as much trouble eito causes for him, it's been this way from the beginning—he seeks eito's attention, desires his kindness and his affections. takumi doesn't think he deserves it, exactly, but he yearns for it deep in his core. the fact eito has him now feels almost unreal. ]
[ Each new, eager movement Takumi makes lights Eito's nerves on fire all over again, but Takumi's sweet, gentle, honest words are what will be the actual death of him. His back arches as Takumi's nails rake down the skin, a pleased hum rising from his throat. ]
Our capacity for greed must be equal, then.
[ Since Takumi so kindly shifted his hips to better accommodate him, Eito wouldn't want to leave him waiting much longer when he's clearly adjusting well enough to Eito's size. With Takumi clinging on to him so tightly, it's a simple matter for Eito to rearrange his arms again, bracing his hands on either side of Takumi's head against the mattress before slowly rocking into him once, twice. The mattress dips and creaks with his movements. ]
I'm yours, Takumi-kun. Even if you change your mind about this one day, you won't be able to get rid of me so easily. You had your chance before.
[ Once upon a time, Eito would have left him alone, had Takumi earnestly asked. But no. Takumi had kindly given him a chance to prove himself, and now, here they are. Eito would, quite literally, do anything for him.
Still searching for that right angle, Eito draws back, sliding out of Takumi for a beat before thrusting back in with a sharp snap of his hips, jostling the smaller body wrapped around his own. ]
[ the initial sear is lessening. takumi still feels as though he's being pulled taut, but it's less of a matter of thinking he'll split in two and more that he is on the precipice of something too good to be true. he is in an unavoidable situation where eito will continuously grind against the wall lining his prostate because he is as big as he is, thus causing takumi's lashes to flutter and his spine to arch. the subsequent pangs are dizzying.
the mixture of affectionate dialogue between them and eito securing takumi closer to his chest leaves takumi feeling hopelessly infatuated. he'll tell himself later that being so overwhelmed is the reason why his voice pitches up as high as it does after eito's first deliberate thrust. ]
Aotsuki... [ he whines, shuddering. ] Again... Do it again.
[ eito's diligent care is showing its results. rather than being in discomfort and softening out of displeasure, takumi's cock rests heavy and flushed against his belly. precum has saturated the head and the skin beneath. ]
[ Up until this moment, he never thought hearing his name on someone's lips could sound so beautiful. Eito has never been more aroused in his life, and the feeling grows headier and more intoxicating with every passing moment. How is this even real? ]
If you insist, then...
[ With a tremulous breath, Eito does just that and gives Takumi exactly what he asked for, pulling out nearly all the way before rocking back in with a near-punishing thrust. His expression is focused, glasses askew and brows knit and lips parted in pleasure as he repeats the motion again mere seconds later. ]
You feel so... s-so incredible.
[ Hot and tight and inviting. The mild discomfort from before ebbs as Takumi's body begins to grow used to the intrusion, welcoming him inside. It's a stupid, cliche thought, but Eito is pretty sure their bodies were made for each other, and the thought that they could have been doing this sooner frustrates him to no end. It pisses him off, how the logistics have been so screwed up from the start, how the chances of this happening to begin with were so slim that it took a winding path of mishaps to make it this far at all.
His stupid glitch pisses him off, too.
It's not the right time for self-pity, and Eito doesn't indulge in it further. What he does do, though, is channel all the time they have to make up for and snap his hips so hard on the next thrust that he practically folds Takumi in half, the bed groaning in protest. A bead of sweat slides down his neck as his hands clench and unclench the sheets beside Takumi's head. ]
[ the next two thrusts scatter the barely formulated thoughts in takumi's head. he couldn't think even if he wanted to, not with eito stirring him, filling him up so deeply that takumi wouldn't be surprised if there was a subtle rise beneath his belly. his entire body is feverishly hot, and he figures that if he touched his cock now, he might accidentally cum just from the slightest of stimulation. that doesn't stop takumi from envisioning a reality where eito does touch him, however; they'd been neglecting his dick up until this point. what would eito think if he knew how wet takumi was?
helpless, takumi stares stupidly up at eito when it appears eito is gathering himself up, bewildered but ultimately craving more of whatever eito can give him. then, without so much of a warning, eito suddenly applies his horrendous strength and—fuck.
the moan that is dragged out of takumi is far too lustful and girlish for his liking. his expression crumples completely from the severity of eito's thrust, bent in half and toes curling above eito's broad shoulders. his gasps are thin and high. ]
D-Deep—ah, Aotsuki—keep going, please...
[ takumi claws at eito's back and whimpers. ]
You can be rough with me... I like it. Mess me up.
[ That's all Takumi gets as a warning before Eito decides to obey him, go ahead, and do his best to utterly wreck him. Eito continues on like that, punishing and relentless, keeping Takumi folded in that position and not letting up. One hand searches blindly until coming into contact with Takumi's head and cradling it, dragging his fingers through his hair, alternating between harsh tugs and gentler caresses.
Eito has neglected to touch him, that much is true. So without ceasing the movements of his hips, he finally reaches down between them, runs his hand over Takumi's chest, then down over his stomach, and then— ah. Yes, that's what he was looking for.
Takumi's precum practically soaks through his entire glove. It's disgusting and arousing and Eito actually laughs, a hoarse and throaty sound. Not once does he stop, buried to the hilt and rolling his hips, easily grinding against Takumi's sweet spot over and over. It hardly takes any effort at all, really, even though sweat is matting his sideswept bangs to his forehead. He's never given much, if any, thought to his size before, but it sure is convenient for something like this... ]
Oh, Takumi-kun... [ He drawls, giving his cock a slow, deliberate tug. ] You're this wet for me? Really? How long have you been waiting to be touched like this...?
[ Eito knows all too well how long he's been waiting, but he asks anyway, wanting to hear more of Takumi's borderline-incoherent babbling. The way Takumi claws at his back only spurs him on, and god, he hopes there are scratch marks to remember this by when it's all over. As though they hadn't done a significant number on each other already. ]
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It's just basic anatomy. Had you ever picked up a textbook on the human body, perhaps you would have known about it sooner. But no matter.
[ And then, with a harsh thrust, Eito begins fingerfucking him in earnest again. It really does bring to mind the experiment with their souls, the way Takumi's walls clench around his fingers not so unlike the quiver of the flame back then. ]
You know now. Isn't that right?
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I-I guess so...
[ but takumi isn't given ample time to consider reviewing any books in his future, not when eito has decided to basically punish takumi by abruptly thrusting back into him. takumi's legs immediately fall open further to accommodate the size and harshness, a strangled, horrid little moan ripping free from his chest the instant his prostate is grinded into again.
...a dozen more follow once it sinks in that eito isn't going to let up. ]
Aotsuki—ngh—
[ why does he sound so squeaky?? ]
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Do you think you're ready for my...?
[ Eito trails off, closes his mouth, and turns bright red, because there is no way he's going to say that out loud. He begins to drag his fingers out but pauses at the rim, a wordless question. He's shivering, a little bit. ]
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[ takumi sounds breathless and somewhat delirious. his body continues to tremble from aftershocks despite the fact eito has withdrawn completely. ]
Your...?
[ sorry, eito. either you're going to have to be specific or show him. ]
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For my—my—
[ Eito stops. Exhales. Starts again. ]
For me, obviously!
1/2
[ takumi blearily at eito, and then shakily sits up to close some of the distance between them. though, rather than looking eito in the face, his gaze naturally lowers down, lower, and lower, until he realizes what eito is referring to. ]
2/2
now, however, he discovers the truth: eito... is kind of huge. way bigger than anything he could've ever imagined.
and panicked, takumi blurts out: ]
What the hell!? That's not going to fit!!
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And out of all of them, Eito picks: ]
Oh, Takumi-kun. Should I take that as a compliment?
[ If he doesn't laugh, he'll scream. ]
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Like what you see?
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[ you didn't. ]
...Ugh.
[ takumi swallows thickly, and gives eito the most sulkiest he's possibly ever given him. how unfortunate that eito himself can't see it. ]
This is crazy. I'm crazy, too, if I'm gonna...
[ —going to put that inside him. ]
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Well, I can't argue with that.
[ With a shaky sigh, Eito draws back fully so he can grab the condom and bottle of lube. Takumi had already generously unwrapped it for him, so all Eito has to do is roll it on, which doesn't prove to be difficult. It's a relief the size seems to be big enough...
Eito can't help but wonder if Takumi's gaze is on him. He's all too conscious of the idea of it as he drizzles more lubricant onto his glove so he can lube himself up. Everything about this feels surreal, and once he's ready, he swallows around nothing, mouth suddenly dry. Eito lifts his head up, giving the impression that he's looking at Takumi, shifting back and forth on his knees. ]
Are we doing this, or not? Because if you've changed your mind, I'll go deal with this in the shower, alone.
[ There's a pause, and then, a little more quietly: ]
Takumi-kun... I meant it when I said I'd take care of you.
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exhaling, he finally looks up again when it appears as though eito is looking at him. takumi finds himself flushing despite eito's lack of vision, brows furrowing. ]
I—I know.
[ he huffs, and then draws into himself somewhat. his voice is less gruff and more serious when he continues. ]
We've already gone this far... and I meant it when I said I wanted to do it with you. That hasn't changed.
[ takumi sniffles softly. his lashes are still wet. ]
...We can. I trust you, Aotsuki. It felt good before, so this will be the same, probably.
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Thank you for placing your trust in me. I really do want this to be special.
[ With that settled, Eito inches forward, crawling over Takumi and caging him in all over again. His hand finds Takumi's knee, only to grasp at it so he can use his strength to hook his leg over his shoulder. The other hand wraps around his own cock, steadying himself so he can line himself up with Takumi's entrance.
They're doing this. There's nowhere else for Takumi to go. ]
Just relax, and let me handle everything.
[ Eito doesn't push in, not yet. First, Takumi needs to adjust to to the shape of him teasing at his rim. ]
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he can't quite see what eito does next, but it's obvious once the sensation of something hot and stiff brushes against his rim. takumi accidentally flinches because of it, and then hurriedly assures himself that eito said everything would be alright. ]
You're warm, [ he says, a bit distracted and breathless. ] Uh, g-go ahead. I'm ready.
[ he flexes against the head of eito's length, red to the tips of his ears. ]
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All right.
[ His voice comes out as rough as gravel, ears just as red as Takumi's. Finally, Eito breaches past the rim, the lubrication easing the glide as he pushes in. Takumi is even tighter than he felt around his fingers, all inviting warmth and pulsating heat. The feeling is all-encompassing, and somehow, not having vision adds to the sensation, in its own strange way.
As agonizing as it is, he pauses about halfway, giving Takumi ample time to get used to the sensation of being split apart. ]
Ta—kumi-ku—n...
[ Eito would hate how wrecked he sounds, moaning Takumi's name like that, if he could even hear himself. All of his senses, the ones that are functioning, are utterly overwhelmed with Takumi's everything. ]
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it isn't until eito pauses to allow him to adjust that takumi releases a shuddering oh that's more of a breath of air than it is his voice. he then curls inwards and rests his head against eito's collarbone to hide his expression. while it's impossible for eito to know unless takumi sniffles again, he isn't sure how eito would react to discovering the renewed tears having gathered in the corners of his eyes. ]
...Too big, [ he complains faintly, somehow able to grumble despite himself. ] You're gonna break me, Aotsuki...
[ breathing in through his nose, he tries to shift a little, but that just causes the head of eito's cock to nudge inside him more insistently. the dull throb of pleasure that accompanies it leaves takumi trembling and feverish. ]
Don't—don't cum. If you do before we've done anything, I'll punish you.
[ world's weakest and ugliest little monster is making threats, it seems. ]
guy who says 'tch...' in bed
But this newfound closeness, it's—it's beyond anything Eito has ever experienced or even hoped to experience before. Between that emotional heaviness and Takumi attempting to shift like that, the barrage of stimulation has Eito feeling like maybe he's going to die.
It's no small miracle he's able to respond at all, even though it's only to the latter comment. The idea of being big enough to literally break Takumi is more arousing than it has any right being, probably. ]
Tch... There's no way I would cum that fast...
[ You can hear the metaphorical eye roll in his voice, which is little more than a murmur. With Takumi's face pressed into his collarbone, Eito turns his head, hot breath ghosting over the shell of Takumi's ear. ]
Although, I am curious to hear more about this punishment of yours.
[ Of course he is. The chitchat makes this whole scenario that much more comfortable, less uncharted territory to navigate. ]
Is this your way of trying to talk dirty in bed? You'll have to do better than that.
[ And then, just when Takumi may have finally acclimated to the weight of him, Eito moves again, burying himself that much deeper. Almost all the way, now—Takumi could easily grind down to take him that little bit more, if he wanted to, until Eito is buried up to the hilt. He stills again, managing to withhold any sounds this time, but instead, his arms find themselves fitting around Takumi properly.
How utterly surreal, to hold someone. To be held. To be slotted together in every sense of the word. ]
MOE......
red in the face and utterly dizzy, those last few inches briefly take the wind out of takumi's sails. he more tense than he thinks he has ever been in life, and yet he can't stop quivering, either. it feels like eito's dick is in his stomach, which is as terrifying as it is arousing; he didn't think he was this far gone when it came to enjoying a bit of pain. and for a moment, there's another lack of response as takumi tries to gather his wits and remember to breathe.
breathe.
breathe, sumino.
curly, red strands tickle eito's jaw as takumi nestles in further. ]
...I still haven't... taken your mouth. I could do that.
[ a second threat, though it's delivered in a strained voice and between shallow pants. takumi makes sure to clamp down on eito, too, flexing despite the sear. if takumi thinks eito's length is just about unbearable, then the same can be said for how tight takumi himself is. ]
Do you think you could handle that, Aotsuki...?
[ eito's name unfortunately wavers, and takumi has to huff to try and maintain his stance. ]
So, you can't disappoint me.
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Oh, please. Disappoint you? We haven't even, hah, started...
[ The idea of taking Takumi into his mouth is not where his mind needs to be right now, especially because no, he probably couldn't handle it. With a huff of mock annoyance, he leans to nip at Takumi's earlobe. ]
I can hardly believe how greedy you are.
[ With a great, shuddering breath, Eito tries moving, grinding up against Takumi's inner walls. Every single pulse of heat fuels his urgency, the mindless and animalistic desire to split Takumi open and leave him incoherent. Not yet, though. Soon. ]
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I'm not. [ his denial is petulant and cute, a breathy, pleasured sound leaving him afterwards once eito moves forward. takumi doesn't think when he tilts his hips to allow eito a better angle; it comes instinctually. ] You're the greedy one...
[ his nails drag an increment down eito's muscled back. small pink scores follow in their wake. ]
But... I want it... even though it's too much. I want you, Aotsuki.
[ takumi's wavering admission causes heat to blossom in his belly. for as much trouble eito causes for him, it's been this way from the beginning—he seeks eito's attention, desires his kindness and his affections. takumi doesn't think he deserves it, exactly, but he yearns for it deep in his core. the fact eito has him now feels almost unreal. ]
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Our capacity for greed must be equal, then.
[ Since Takumi so kindly shifted his hips to better accommodate him, Eito wouldn't want to leave him waiting much longer when he's clearly adjusting well enough to Eito's size. With Takumi clinging on to him so tightly, it's a simple matter for Eito to rearrange his arms again, bracing his hands on either side of Takumi's head against the mattress before slowly rocking into him once, twice. The mattress dips and creaks with his movements. ]
I'm yours, Takumi-kun. Even if you change your mind about this one day, you won't be able to get rid of me so easily. You had your chance before.
[ Once upon a time, Eito would have left him alone, had Takumi earnestly asked. But no. Takumi had kindly given him a chance to prove himself, and now, here they are. Eito would, quite literally, do anything for him.
Still searching for that right angle, Eito draws back, sliding out of Takumi for a beat before thrusting back in with a sharp snap of his hips, jostling the smaller body wrapped around his own. ]
Don't hold back on me.
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the mixture of affectionate dialogue between them and eito securing takumi closer to his chest leaves takumi feeling hopelessly infatuated. he'll tell himself later that being so overwhelmed is the reason why his voice pitches up as high as it does after eito's first deliberate thrust. ]
Aotsuki... [ he whines, shuddering. ] Again... Do it again.
[ eito's diligent care is showing its results. rather than being in discomfort and softening out of displeasure, takumi's cock rests heavy and flushed against his belly. precum has saturated the head and the skin beneath. ]
I lied before—you won't break me.
[ he weakly grinds back against eito. ]
Make me feel good.
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If you insist, then...
[ With a tremulous breath, Eito does just that and gives Takumi exactly what he asked for, pulling out nearly all the way before rocking back in with a near-punishing thrust. His expression is focused, glasses askew and brows knit and lips parted in pleasure as he repeats the motion again mere seconds later. ]
You feel so... s-so incredible.
[ Hot and tight and inviting. The mild discomfort from before ebbs as Takumi's body begins to grow used to the intrusion, welcoming him inside. It's a stupid, cliche thought, but Eito is pretty sure their bodies were made for each other, and the thought that they could have been doing this sooner frustrates him to no end. It pisses him off, how the logistics have been so screwed up from the start, how the chances of this happening to begin with were so slim that it took a winding path of mishaps to make it this far at all.
His stupid glitch pisses him off, too.
It's not the right time for self-pity, and Eito doesn't indulge in it further. What he does do, though, is channel all the time they have to make up for and snap his hips so hard on the next thrust that he practically folds Takumi in half, the bed groaning in protest. A bead of sweat slides down his neck as his hands clench and unclench the sheets beside Takumi's head. ]
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helpless, takumi stares stupidly up at eito when it appears eito is gathering himself up, bewildered but ultimately craving more of whatever eito can give him. then, without so much of a warning, eito suddenly applies his horrendous strength and—fuck.
the moan that is dragged out of takumi is far too lustful and girlish for his liking. his expression crumples completely from the severity of eito's thrust, bent in half and toes curling above eito's broad shoulders. his gasps are thin and high. ]
D-Deep—ah, Aotsuki—keep going, please...
[ takumi claws at eito's back and whimpers. ]
You can be rough with me... I like it. Mess me up.
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[ That's all Takumi gets as a warning before Eito decides to obey him, go ahead, and do his best to utterly wreck him. Eito continues on like that, punishing and relentless, keeping Takumi folded in that position and not letting up. One hand searches blindly until coming into contact with Takumi's head and cradling it, dragging his fingers through his hair, alternating between harsh tugs and gentler caresses.
Eito has neglected to touch him, that much is true. So without ceasing the movements of his hips, he finally reaches down between them, runs his hand over Takumi's chest, then down over his stomach, and then— ah. Yes, that's what he was looking for.
Takumi's precum practically soaks through his entire glove. It's disgusting and arousing and Eito actually laughs, a hoarse and throaty sound. Not once does he stop, buried to the hilt and rolling his hips, easily grinding against Takumi's sweet spot over and over. It hardly takes any effort at all, really, even though sweat is matting his sideswept bangs to his forehead. He's never given much, if any, thought to his size before, but it sure is convenient for something like this... ]
Oh, Takumi-kun... [ He drawls, giving his cock a slow, deliberate tug. ] You're this wet for me? Really? How long have you been waiting to be touched like this...?
[ Eito knows all too well how long he's been waiting, but he asks anyway, wanting to hear more of Takumi's borderline-incoherent babbling. The way Takumi claws at his back only spurs him on, and god, he hopes there are scratch marks to remember this by when it's all over. As though they hadn't done a significant number on each other already. ]
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