[Sex is just meant to be messy. A tangle of limbs and the mix of sweat and spend with the desperate want of each other on their tongues. The messier, the better. If not just to get each other to reach their climax, but because it would mean the other has completely let go and be at their most genuine self. No tight grip of control. Just falling apart and letting him put them back together so he can admire them.
He wants to see Kizuna drunk on arousal and lost in their pleasure. He wants to taste them as though they're the sweetest ambrosia and their sounds the most wonderful symphony.
His eyes slide close as he moans shamelessly around Kizuna's cock. The stinging grip in his hair to the slick slide of the length working down his throat. Heavenly. And he lets the other take hold and control; to rut and chase their pleasure with his mouth. He blindly opens the bottle of lube open and warms the slick substance with his finger before sliding calloused fingers over the insides of the man's thighs and gently easing them between Kizuna's cheeks to rub at the empath's entrance.]
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He wants to see Kizuna drunk on arousal and lost in their pleasure. He wants to taste them as though they're the sweetest ambrosia and their sounds the most wonderful symphony.
His eyes slide close as he moans shamelessly around Kizuna's cock. The stinging grip in his hair to the slick slide of the length working down his throat. Heavenly. And he lets the other take hold and control; to rut and chase their pleasure with his mouth. He blindly opens the bottle of lube open and warms the slick substance with his finger before sliding calloused fingers over the insides of the man's thighs and gently easing them between Kizuna's cheeks to rub at the empath's entrance.]