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[ There's a certain elation in the brush of emotions so rarely felt, the newness of them running raw against him. It underscores playfulness, patience. It's more than novelty and satisfaction, more than the selfishness he'd promised the other man first, even if that'd already been intimate enough. For Kizuna, it's a sensation that he has to take a moment to feel out just as much as he does Wriothesley bottoming out in the tight clutch of him, so deep that he can feel the heavy drum of his pulse.

Normally he'd encourage his greed, to take what he wants. In this instance, he's glad for the stillness and the ability to soak him in, feelings first. He often puts aside these things in the easy interest of physicality, but he finds that he can't this time.

He sounds good, he smells good. To be so full of him feels incredible. Nails rake lightly into the muscle of his back as Kizuna arches into him, giving him the first taste of movement. Wriothesley knows and Kizuna can't consciously keep his empathy from bleeding over, answering that unspoken thought: ]

Why shouldn't it be you?

[A lick of his lips as he patiently lets the other grow used to being filled so deeply before he starts to rock his hips. They're short and shallow thrusts. A taste as to what they'll be feeling at a heightened level. For now, it's nothing short and sweet as he grinds his hips down into the other.

Wriothesley can't help but shiver. The small ripples of pleasure that travel up his spine and the feel of nails against his skin seemingly shooting down his spine right to his already hard cock mixed with such words that make him feel so seen and exposed.

Yet, somehow, the feeling does not bring dread so much something warm and wanting.]

I haven't earned it. [And maybe he hasn't realized that what he wants isn't something to be earned. That he can merely have it because what he wants is already being silently offered back without such strings attached.]

[ Never has it been so easy to really feel the effect he's having on someone. It shoots through him because of the other man's acceptance of it, the way he can so freely resonate with his heart, his thoughts. His body just follows, a natural result.

Kizuna can't tell if it's because they've linked, because of the feelings that course with an unfamiliar honesty through his veins... it's pushed so close to the surface of his skin and making him feel raw and feverish all over. Wriothesley has never chafed against that tenderness, only held in high regard, in recognition. He sucks in a quiet breath at the slow thrusts, the heightened shift of his body, and releases it against the other man's neck. He places his lips there, half kisses and soft words that he wishes he could tattoo on his skin. His grip tightens on his back.

He wants to say it, but the sound of it gets lost in his heartbeat, shies from the thickness of the heat in his mouth. ]

You don't have to earn it.

Edited (grammar we don't know her) 2024-04-26 01:10 (UTC)

[It doesn't have to be said. No, he doesn't want to hear it. Neither of them feel ready for the weight of more, refusing to acknowledge what is set right before their eyes.

He doesn't have to hear it to know it is there.

His hips stutter and his breath seems to catch the same. Wriothesley only knows how to earn something and yet this man is telling him that he can just have it. Thiat it was for him to just be given without any strings attached or caveats.

A sharp inhale. This man would be his undoing. Just as much, this man would put him back together just as easily.

Wriothesley pulls almost completely out.] You really- [Just as quickly as him pulling almost out does he slam all the way back in with a fluid thrust.] You really know how to rile me up, Kizuna.

[ He's had to fight for so much. Kizuna typically doesn't feel it so sharply, the undercurrent of grief for the things he's never been allowed to experience — not from beneath the warm cloak of his good nature, his propensity for doing right by others. But he feels it now and he welcomes it, even if only to allay it in his captivation; the crash of Wriothesley's body back into his own makes him cry out, nails digging harsh crescents into skin. Kizuna curls into him, mouth trembling at the divot of his shoulder before he rakes his face downwards, bangs mussing against skin as his brow presses there for support. ]

I can't help myself — remember? [ With a long roll of his body, he grinds his hips, needy. ] Closer...

[ A plea, ardent and soft. ]

Get closer to me.

You don't have to ask twice, trésor. [Wriothesley easily presses their bodies together as he starts a steady pace of him thrusting in and out of the other. The shift of his hips and touch are subtle as he aims to press his cock deep inside to rub against the most sensitive spots inside Kizuna. The want to give them nothing but the most mind numbing pleasure possilble.

He drags teeth against pale shoulders and neck before nipping at Kizuna's jaw playfully.] I'm right here for you. [Chest to chest with one hand planted next to the empath's head and the other hand gripping one of their thighs, he leans in to kiss the other.]

[ The experience is pared down like this, all subtlety and candor, free of the house's rules, the suits, the changes of flesh and hearts. Kizuna is aware of it because there's always so little he isn't aware of — he's here with this man in this equally vulnerable position because he wanted to be, simple as that.

His lips part, insatiable for the taste of him in his mouth, the slick of his kisses. Hushed moans sound in his throat as his cock rocks up against his tender insides, the noise of them sharpening as Kizuna breaks the kiss, panting quietly. The slow collision of skin and the rhythmic creaking of the bed beneath them sounds so loud in his blood-rushed ears that he nearly can't handle it. He keeps having to stretch his muscles out to keep them from becoming too coiled, too ready to snap too fast.

One of his hands slides up, through the long locks of hair to steady on the back of his bandaged neck. ]

I want to last a little longer for you. [ Kizuna kisses the corner of Wriothesley's mouth, feeling impossibly wound up. ] Use your Cryo.

[ He remembers the blessed chill of it, stunning and soothing all at once. ]

[Their tongues twine that reminds him similarly to the way they always lace their fingers. How a part of them seem to want to feel the heat between them. He takes his time exploring Kizuna's mouth with his tongue, swallowing every sweet sound the other makes, as he rocks his hips. Every roll is pointed and intentional as he spears through the other with his hardened length. The pleasure is immeasurable, a symphony of feelings that ride through his body.

His laugh is breathless as their kiss breaks. As the other yearns to try and last even a second longer.] You ask for much, darling. [To use his Vision in such subtle ways is far more difficult than unleashing it as a weapon. But he cannot deny the other. Cannot say no. So he takes a deep breath, not slowing his pace of his thrusts, but also focusing on his breathing intermixed with Kizuna's pants. When he exhales, it is something cool against the empath's cheek.

Kizuna can feel it. The coolness that lingers on Wriothesley's skin as his hand on their thigh slowly travels across skin to help cool and soothe them down. In actuality, Wriothesley has never used his Vision in sex. Has never used it in this way. His mind seems to forget anything outside of this little room, trained only on Kizuna and himself. Their breathing to the creaking and cries of the bed as the ruined frame slowly gives to more activity to the press of warm skin to cool skin as they continue to slide and rock with each other.] Is that good for you?

[ It's impossible to not let the sound of his laugh echo across his heart. A hazy smile flicks the kiss-flushed corners of his mouth. ]

And you're still saying yes, nnh — ah...

[ Kizuna breathes out, the impassioned rasp of it loud against Wriothesley's mouth. He shivers, skin sweeping with goosebumps as his nerves go alight with the opposing sensation of ice to the fever in his veins. It does what he thought he would, tempering the height of his arousal so he can keep welcoming those long, slow strokes of him, body aching pleasantly with each heavy rut. Pulling his arm forward, Kizuna cups the boxer's cheek, laying kisses against his face. They're a little errant, grateful, messy in his undoing the longer he tries to draw it out. It's difficult, he thinks, wanting to let go but also not wanting this to end. ]

It's not easy for you to do, is it...? [ Murmured recognition, a flutter of lashes over heady gold. ] But it feels so good.

[ It still won't be long, the innermost muscles of his body going soft against the thick pierce of his crown. He's also filling with tension the more he starts to hit that sweet spot, moans growing louder and longer. Trapped between the skin-friction of their bellies, his cock twitches, beading with precum. ]

Wriothesley...

[ His name melts, ardent on his tongue. ]

[Wriothesley's hands don't idle. They glide over Kizuna's sides and down their arms. Fingers dance across the empath's lean abdomen before trailing up to pinch at their nipples and toy with the hardened nubs on pale chest. It's as though Wriothesley wants to drown the other in every sensation possible. To let the waves of pleasure wash over them and let him fall into the lull as it crashes over their body. He does not aim to act like a siren's song and drag the other to their demise, but to feed them until every part of their body knows what it's like to be treated so reverently.]

Nothing is too hard for you, sweetheart. [Wriothesley has always been focused on the pleasure of his partners and if pushing his concentration just a bit to blow Kizuna's mind, then it is a small price to pray if one can even call it that.] I want you to feel everything a body can enjoy...

[And he knows that Kizuna is quickly teetering towards the edge. Every sweet caress and every slide of his length against their prostate has them tumbling closer. The tightening of muscles and clench of their body makes the slide even more delectable, but it tells him that the won't be able to hold onto their growing climax.

It's what he wants though. To see Kizuna to spill their seed. To see them at the height of their ecstasy. There's nothing more rewarding than to see the other lost in pleasure.]

Won't you come for me, sweetheart?

[ Being this overindulged is going to make a monster of him later. But right now, submerged in the passions of his wandering hands and conviction in seeing him come apart, Kizuna is focused only on the shuddering ache of his body, the selfless desires of the man above him. Those feelings of want — they pour out over him almost as heavily as his body does, each new thrust heightening his pulse, his temperature. Whispers of Cryo feel like covetous brands on his body. His heart pounds and the muscles of his belly pull taut; he arches slow and desperate for every bit of his cock to keep burying itself inside him. ]

You're too good... [ a gasp as his hips jolt. ] ...there, there...!

[ With a plaintive, noisy moan of his name, his rhythm collapses and his body gives, crashing through its orgasm as he comes hard between them. ]

[Breathtaking. The graceful arch of their back and the way the other gets lost in their pleasure as they climax does nothing but want him to continue to see the other like this. The sweet sounds, the way Kizuna moves against him, the smell of them mixed with sweat and sex. It is a banquet that he gets to enjoy alone right this moment.

Streaks of Kizuna's seed cover both their stomachs, but Wriothesley doesn't relent even as they ride through their orgasm. He continues to thrust into the other. Continues to bully their prostate. He wasn't letting them get off so easy, after all. He promised to have this man stuck in his room and he doesn't break promises.

Cool fingers slide over Kizuna's abdomen, only so he can lift them to his mouth and lick Kizuna's spend off them.] Perfect and just for me...

[ As his body lowers from its climax, the other sensations drift back in, the next insatiable plunge of his length making everything sharpen again, keeping him teetering on the edge of euphoria. Kizuna adjusts as if second nature, refusing to be done, and tries to get his rhythm about him again. ]

Just for you.

[ He agrees, the breathless swirl of noise in his chest hitching and choking while he continues to have his insides ravaged. The man's cock is heavy in him, he can feel it even more with his own body supple and spent of its tension — Wriothesley's pulse throbs, its echo burning through his body despite the chill of his surface touches. His auric gaze flutters over his face, the way he looks with his cum on his tongue and he can't help but chase it with a kiss. His hands run downwards, over scarred, sweat-damp collarbones, around sides and towards his back. Arms slotting against his body, Kizuna gets long fingers splaying over the ample muscles of his ass, gripping and using that leverage to roll shamelessly into his ruts, beckoning him in deeper. ]

Harder. [ Breathed into a kiss, then smeared away from Wriothesley's lips. His mouth trails wet, loose kisses laced with soft keens up his cheek and towards the shell of his ear. He exhales, humid and hot. ] Please... I want to be full of you this time.

[They're dangerous for each other. The way the two seem to continue to fall deeper and deeper in each others' webs. How they seem to play into each other until it is a seamless cycle of their wants and needs entangling perfectly.

Wriothesley eats it all up. The soft sounds that escape Kizuna's mouth before being muffled as they taste each other on entwined tongues. Every touch burns pleasantly where his body only is hungry for more.

How sweetly they ask for more. Wriothesley's grin is hungry and predatorial as he shifts to hook Kizuna's legs over his shoulders. How he presses the other in half, their knees knocking against their chest, as he starts to thrust into the other at a rougher pace. Their hot breath intermingles as he presses kisses to Kizuna's jaw.] I'll give you everything I can give then.

[ Everything is what he promised and everything is what he's getting in return. Those beautiful teeth set into such a ravenous look fills his gaze as he allows himself to be shifted; his equilibrium flips and his back bows beneath the press of Wriothesley's body, the new angle making him pant out a filthy little whine. He's already so worked up, cum and sweat shining against the curled muscles of his stomach, hands newly freed rising up to curl fitfully into the sheets for stability.

He's vaguely aware that the boxer's more aggressive pace has made the bed sound even worse at his back, the shattered groan of it giving way to a deeper slant. Kizuna's just never been one to shy from danger when there's something he wants right in front of him, whether that be a failing bed or a pair of enthralling blue eyes looking down at him like he's the only thing that matters.

Knees tightening and hips rocking upwards, grinding on him at every full thrust, Kizuna's sensitive ears ring with the sounds of it all, singing skin and emptying lungs, a bed half-collapsed and the sound of his own voice with Wriothesley's name needy on his tongue. ]

[If Wriothesley is aware of the pained creaking of the frame of his bed as it slowly seems to give even more to their activity then he doesn't acknowledge it. He doesn't slow down, the creaking of the bed mixed with the slap of skin on skin as he thrusts into the other, carving through the other everytime he pushes back in everytime. The tight, slick heat makes him moan with pleasure and Kizuna's name also leaves his tongue like a prayer.

He leans forward still to catch Kizuna's lips with own, although it's more tongue and teeth than lips, as their teeth clack and his tongue licks and tastes every corner of their mouth. It's wanting and desperate. An unquenchable thirst as he chases his own pleasure as much as he tries to drown the other in their own.

Wriothesley feels it in his core. The way something seems to grow taut inside him; a spring being wound tight with each thrust. It's pleasure pooling in the pit of his stomach and him wanting to stave off its overflow as long as possible.]

[ Kizuna feels it too, tension rippling across the well of Wriothesley's belly, nerves ready to flare white-hot. It overcomes him like a tide, the pang of his empathy hitting a second high point even with his body so pliant to this man's touch. Pleasure bleeds over him, momentarily indistinguishable between them. Kizuna doesn't care to try and differentiate, breathing a shivered moan into the depth of the kiss, tongue fever warm as it licks over eye teeth and twists with Wriothesley's to invite him in deeper everywhere. His exhales are a little muddled as he sucks at his tongue, unwilling to release his mouth from its messy kisses. His senses are submerged, rocked beneath the waves of his body.

Fitting, he thinks, just as lulled into the height of its rhythm. ]

You're close... I feel it. [ Ever sensitive to the workings of a body with a strong heart, especially when it's pressed so close to him, cock crowning thick against his innermost muscles with every thrust. He noses his cheek, words soft and breathless with an impatient longing. ] You don't want to yet...?

[ Almost a plea. ]

[It's so very strange to lay with an empath. To have someone know exactly what you're experiencing. For them to feel those experiences with him. He's so used to quick and messy romps with people whom were only chasing their own pleasure and him being more than happy to give it. Sex where all they were aiming for was a quick orgasm.

This isn't that. He wants to last as long as possible. To give as much as he can go.

Every moan is swallowed. Every drop of saliva is lapped up. Greedy and hungry and hungry for every bit of the man.]

For you, I want to go as long as I can. [Every groan of the bed with each heavy thrust dances with the slap of skin and the heavy sounds of their breathing. A symphony for every one of their senses. He laughs breathlessly.] You want my cum that bad, sweetheart?

[ That hunger yawns against him as if it's a physical force, causing his gut to twist pleasantly. Wriothesley may never know what his acknowledgement of his empathy means to him, but bearing witness to that among all the other sensations makes him feel even more exposed than he already is, writhing and wanton in the pound of his body.

Kizuna reaches up, hands cupping his cheeks and sliding upwards in his restlessness to tangle fingers in his damp hair, to brush against the shells of his ears. A smile touches his expression. ]

...mmh, a little. [ he admits, voice low and hazy. ] But — just having you is enough.

[ He knew that the moment Wriothesley opened his door for him. ]

[He raises a hand to cup the hand against his cheek. A soft smile plays on his lips as he tilts his head to press kisses to Kizuna's palm. The sweetness cuts through the haze of arousal and need, even if it doesn't slow his pace. It shifts his focus on the other wholly though.]

Wait a little longer, trésor. I'll give you what you want. I promise.

[He pulls his hands away to grip Kizuna's thighs to steady them both as he continues to ram his cock in a desperate and hurried pace, the feeling of his orgasm wanting to teeter over the edge already.]

[ A look like that almost pares him open more than the weight of his body does — almost, the new grip and pace making his breath shorten and his voice sound out in a passionate sob that echoes off the walls. He'd been too distracted by the feel of his smile, empathy superseding carnality for a moment; it's just enough to make his heart throb harder than the pulse in the rest of his body. It's different, isn't it? It's different from the others he's tumbled into bed with as a means to an end.

Kizuna doesn't have time to think about it, desperation rising on each hungry thrust. His arms wind around Wriothesley to pull him closer, high on the feeling of his skin as that closeness edges all his thoughts out. There's only the scent and movement of him, the fever-pitch of marred skin. Nails rake long marks into his shoulders as he buries his brow into his shoulder, breath shaking from the stimulation of it.

He does want it so badly, the feeling of his body's release against his own. ]

[Those sweet sounds uttered by Kizuna fills him with such a hungry want that he can't help but capture their lips in a heated kiss. He wants to swallow their everything. Capture every little bit of the empath. Not to smother them, but more to safeguard them. Covet the man writhing underneath him.

He tastes the other on his tongue, feels their moans resonate in his lungs, and breathes their scent as though it's the air he needs.

It's a few more thrusts before he fully buries his cock inside the other, Kizuna's name on his lips like a whisper, his seed filling the body beneath him.]

[ To be coveted for everything that he is has never been typical for Kizuna. There had always been conditions and things obscured from him. Feeling it like this, he thinks he could drown in its unyielding clarity. Kizuna breaks the kiss when Wriothesley comes, breathing shallow and shaky against his lips. He feels the twitch, the spasms, the hot flush of his release drenching his bullied insides. It's intoxicating, how fulfilled he is despite the looming ache in his muscles.

Kizuna's grip eases but he doesn't let go of the man entirely, the flats of his fingers instead pressing soothing circles to the welts he'd left behind on his back and shoulders. His hips twist a little to continue soaking him in, unwilling to let him go from the clutch of his body.

With a lift of his head, he places a satisfied kiss to Wriothesley's cheek, damp bangs slightly curled from sweat brushing against his skin. ]

[His breathing comes out hot and heavy, his mind and body too lost in the moment to tap into that cool energy of Cryo in the heat of the moment. He shudders under gentle touches and he slowly eases Kizuna's legs off his shoulders so that the other can relax instead of be bent in half. The wet squelch as he moves can be heard, some of his seed dripping out of the empath as they shift and move.

He'd pull out completely, but the other seems intent to keep him there and he happily obliges. Instead, he reaches out so he can run his thumb against Kizuna's cheek.]

Hey...how are you feeling.

[ Kizuna laughs a little hoarsely, still catching his breath. His pulse still hangs high in his body, hammering hot and pretty against his chest. He tips his head into the stroke of his thumb as his grip finally loosens; Wriothesley can pull himself out once that molten heat subsides. ]

Great. [ Truthful, even when he's looking a mess. His lashes flutter and he brings his hand up to cover the boxer's, prompting him to cup his cheek. ] You feel amazing.

[ There's a sort of self-assurance there, as if Kizuna knew he would. His thighs tighten, playful. ]

You're really not going to let me walk out of here, are you?

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