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[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?

[He grabs that hand gently so he can kiss chaste, sweet kisses to Kizuna's knuckles.]

I can't be having your first experience be bad. I'd be horrified if I was a terrible lay on top of being your first anal. [He chuckles softly and eases his softening cock out of the empath. He's quick to shift them around so he can lay against the other, tugging them against his chest.]

What? Do you want to? [A grin.] I'm not an empath, but I don't think one time was enough for you.

[ A pleasant huff of air plumes from his nose as he comes to rest against his chest, one arm crawling over his side in a loose embrace. ]

Now there's the problem of no one else measuring up to you. [ He teases, voice low and warm, a little singsong. ] But hmm... maybe I need another round or two to be sure of that.

[ No, he does not want to walk out of here, thank you. That aside, Kizuna is enjoying the warmth, fingers tracing contemplative shapes on the other man's skin. ]

Have you always been able to do that? Use Cryo.

Maybe it was my plan all along to always get you back in my bed. [He jokes with a warm laugh as the two of them settle together in the mess of his sheets and pillows on his broken little bed.

Wriothesley is quiet as he seems to think over Kizuna's words. With how small the space is, it's easy to reach out to grab a bottle of water. He carefully twists the cap free before handing the bottle to Kizuna to drink from. Once his hands are free, he reaches around to find his sweatpants tangled in the sheets and seems to tug a bauble attached to a chain out of the pocket.]

No. Not always. We have to receive one of these to be able to, and it's not up to us if we get one or not. Majority of people do not receive one in their lifetime.

[ Oh, a mastermind, is he? He's going to have to watch for this one. Not that he isn't gratefully accepting the water bottle anyway, taking a sip as he watches Wriothesley rummage around for his discarded clothes. When the jewellike object comes into view, his gaze brightens in interest. With his free hand, he reaches to touch the other man's wrist instead of the trinket itself, fingers poised delicately on his skin. ]

So you were chosen to have it? [ He observes its luminance quietly. ] I do like it. It suits you.

[There is a flutter in his chest, the way the other doesn't reach out to his Vision, merely content with having their touch linger on his skin instead. It's a certain care and respect, especially from someone who doesn't even know what a Vision is.

The gesture was...it was a kindness that has him somewhat flabbergasted honestly.

He smiles a little and there is something warm about it, yet so sad and bitter.] It's said that those who receive Visions are favored by the gods. It is said one can even ascend to become gods themselves.

[His eyes train on the bauble as it gently sways in the air. No one knows, except himself and the secretary he never saw again, when he had received his. He never mentioned it before.] I happen to receive mine the day I entered prison. It came out of my pocket with my registration papers.

[ Without knowing what it is, there is still something precious about it intrinsically tied to him. It's as if it's a conduit for his sense of self, a trait of his that runs through him fast and strong and unforgiving. Kizuna wouldn't need his senses to know that, though he's glad to experience the weight of it in this moment. Even though the mention of it, prison, makes his eyes shut briefly, he's still relaxed, body full of trust. Laying his head on Wriothesley's shoulder, his eyes open again, also focusing on the Vision. ]

It feels like you had the strength of your heart acknowledged.

[He gently grabs Kizuna's wrist to tug it away from his. He gently places his Vision in the other's palm, closing their fingers gently over the cool, smooth surface.] Well, who knows what or why they do what they do. The whims of the gods is lost to me.

[And it wasn't like it had did him favors. He might as not had been favored at all with how he had to carefully protect the item; hiding it away as his own little secret. Worry that the item he had been gifted would be stolen from his still-too-young hands.] It's said these are basically physical manifestations of our ambitions and desires. [Wriothesley had only recently started keeping his out in the open again, though, he often still hid it away out of habit.]

[ Kizuna startles when grabbed, not expecting it even with his feelings so attuned to Wriothesley's in the moment. But when he reveals the reason for it, his Vision exchanging hands, Kizuna flushes in a completely different way. There's a sort of instinctual reverence that he has for it, a natural response to being shown this amount of trust. ]

Whatever those whims were, I don't think they intended for you to use it in bed.

[ A gentle rib, so fond he almost doesn't know what to do with himself for a moment. Fingers curled over the bauble's cool surface, he brings his arm in, holding it to his chest for a moment. ]

Like I thought... it yours, so it feels good to hold.

[He barks out a laugh, playfully leaving a few nips on Kizuna's neck. Not enough to leave a mark, but the other can definitely feel the graze of sharp canines against delicate skin.]

They never said we couldn't. Should I not use what I'm given to its fullest extent?

[He gently laces their fingers together, his Vision held so lovingly and protectively against Kizuna's bare chest.] When you say stuff like that, it's exactly why I won't let you out of my bed. You're asking for it.

Better to ask for forgiveness than permission? [ Kizuna tilts into the draw of teeth against his skin, thoughtful and yielding. ] I'll keep asking for it too, if that's the case.

[ Not that this sounds unpleasant in any way. In fact, there's a deep and powerful lull to it: like having a piece of Wriothesley's heart pressed to his own beneath the clasp of hands. ]

I'm prepared for that. Are you?

[He presses kisses to Kizuna's neck, sucking on the skin to leave new marks for the other. There's no way the empath was going to leave the next morning without being littered in countless marks. Wriothesley can't help himself.] You know I'll forgive everytime. [He's so weak for them after all.]

Hah. Darling, you know I'm about going to make a mess of you, don't you? [He flips the other onto their stomach before pressing his chest against Kizuna's back, cool breath against their neck as he nuzzles against it. The grind of hips and the press of something hard sliding against the other's cheeks.] Hold onto that for me in the meantime, alright?

[He presses a kiss to Kizuna's neck.] I'm prepared to spend my entire day with you.

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