NOCT OVERFLOW

[swordhardy]

OVERFLOW & EVENTS

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Haha... yes, sir.

[ the dopey confirmation, beset on a lazy grin and half-lidded eyes, half-submerged in the sandman's promises. all the barriers of skin and sensation seem to fall away, the rhythmic rock of Rokurou's hips and the tight, wet heat engulfing his cock undulating with 3-am fantasies, a maw of pleasure that swallows him whole. the swordsman's just using his body to fulfill his own needs, grinding and grunting and taking, and Guanshan lays splayed as a willing victim to be drained dry, head thrown back in gasping pleasure. ]

[ even being painted in a layer of semen feels luxe somehow, hot warmth pooling in the dips of his body's topography, streaks and pools of heat that join every other scrap of evidence on him that he belongs to the man jerking and twitching atop him. palms knead greedily at the tenses muscles of his ass, pushing and pulling to employ the spasmic sensation of Rokurou's orgasming hole for a few more writhing, unbearable thrusts before he's joining him. ]

[ most orgasms rock through Guanshan like a bomb going off; this is slower, sweeter, rolling through every stretched like a visible caress of wind through tall grasses. toes curl and legs stretch, hands palming the flank of Rokurou's ass all the way down onto his length as he spills deep inside of him, bottomed out, balls drawing up taut as pump out molten heat. he feels it immediately begin to cascade down the seams where they aren't fully connected, sliding back down with gravity's bid, wetting down the seams of his thighs and taint. ]

[ slowly, his tense brows ease back down, slacking with blissful afterglow, lashes fluttering open but what's below still utterly sightless, a relishing blank stare at the ceiling. ] Fuuu-uuuck...

[ worshipping fingers unclench, petting over each defined line of Rokurou's silhouette, up and down the taper of his obliques. satisfaction and insomnia make sleep beguile him once more, but he begins to blink it away as his interest shifts. ]

All day, huh? Promise we'll both be sore tomorrow? [ cheeky, a hand comes down to deliver a blistering slap to one cheek, stinging even his own palm — but not so good as the reflexive clench it inspires all over his softening cock, only now deciding to slip from his lover in a slick mess of lube and cum. ] Mmh, I'm talking someone's jizz on every damn surface of this apartment. Happy birthday, me.

[ judging by that stupid grin on his face, it's gonna be a good day. ]