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[ Allen groans. ] Why so violent... when I'm inside of you like this, even....

[ He won't pull out, though. Rather, he's giving Kanda another kiss before his voice pitches higher in a moan as his dick now buries in Kanda. He doesn't move from there, or start thrusting, rather... he just sits there, panting, and a little too hot in his cheeks. ]

[He doesn't know, his only emotion is violence :( at least he's moaning when Allen bottoms out?? That has to be worth something. They can give themselves a minute to adjust before they both bust from the act of penetration alone, yeah, and Kanda can kiss Allen deep and filthy now that they're paused like this.

...and maybe kiss his neck a little. Allen just so happens to be in Kanda's space, how can he refuse?]

[ If anything, Allen just feels bad that he's definitely drooling at this point. But it isn't like they were swapping spit earlier, so he's pretty sure it doesn't matter.

And now, Allen is buried, both in Kanda's ass and now his shoulder. His head is tilted slightly to allow for more room for Kanda, all while just... taking this in. All of this. Kanda is so goddamn tight (and Allen too thick for his own good), and Allen is not wholly certain he is going to last like this. He's supposed to have a lot of stamina. He prides himself on stuff like that. But... fuck.

He shouldn't be too hard on himself. This is his first time, after all. ]

Y...you feel bloody amazing, Yu.

[First name in bed was such a good idea. Fuck, he's a changed man, he's seen the light of God (it's between Allen's thighs), et cetera.

He kisses, nips, bites like earlier. When Allen is covered in bruises, his reward will be getting to gaze at them later on as they start to fade over the coming days, and think about putting them back like he's staking claim. He doesn't know if it's his usual violent temper or the fact that he really loves Allen or both, but for some reason biting the man just feels correct.

Or maybe he has an oral fixation.

Probably that.

In any case, the neck-kisses are audible between Kanda's words and low growls. He's being patient and not making Allen roll his hips into him yet, but when they both come undone in a flat minute and a half, that'll just have to be that, won't it?]

You too.

["You too" oooh good job dipshit you're so sexy surely he'll want to bust in you now.]

[ Allen isn't pushing him away! So! He very likely doesn't mind the biting. That, or he's so focused on how great Kanda feels around him that he doesn't notice? Who knows at this point.

"You too," gets a soft huff of a laugh as he presses a gentler kiss into Kanda's shoulder than the bites he's being given. ] I'm... gonna start moving now. A'ight?

Yeah.

[That's fine, please stuff him like an eclair, break his pelvis, et cetera. He'll at least stop kissing Allen's neck here so he can focus, though he's uh

noticing that he's left. A Few (read: a shitton of) bruises there. Oops.]

[ Fortunately, a lot of Allen’s clothes sport high collars, so he’s going to be okay in that department. It is going to be awkward to explain to Link later what those red marks are, though.

Anyway, Allen moves slowly, since the both of them are still getting adjusted, but he is moving his hips to pull out just enough, until at least most of him is out of Kanda, before he’s pushing himself back in again. The whole while, Allen is shaking. Desperate for more but also overwhelmed with this alone. It’s a confusing mix to be feeling. ]

[Nothing to get a boy moaning like being actively, slowly railed. Kanda's wrists test the restraints again, though he has enough sensibility to not break them. It's just a bit of playing around for Allen's pleasure, probably. He doesn't know if this is getting Allen off half as much as it's getting Kanda off, but Jesus Christ he thinks he likes being tied up now.

He throws his head back a little, letting it fall back against the pillows, feeling Allen move and wondering how anything could be so goddamn sensitive. This is... new. Good. God, it's so good. He wants to ask if Allen's okay since he's shivering like that, but every time he opens his mouth, he winds up moaning instead.]

[ Don’t worry, it’s doing plenty to Allen as well. Granted, his elation more stems from the knowledge that Kanda is tugging and pulling and could easily break free, yet chooses to keep himself bound because of Allen. Because he asked him to, maybe, or just because he loves him. Whichever it is, it delights Allen.

And his sounds. By God, his sounds. They ring in his head, desperate to remember this sound for forever. As if somehow his life depended on it. Allen is surprisingly quiet, in return — though, in his defense, he is very focused on listening to Kanda, so he likely isn’t “naturally” quiet. At least his panting is loud and heavy, though.

He only starts to pick up speed when he’s sure they’re ready. ]

[Ooh, okay, so neither of them are going to last long. That's fine, Kanda doesn't have any instincts about how he "should" be doing sex. He just knows that Allen is slamming into these spots deep within him that have his fingers curling into his palm. His nails would slice Allen's back to ribbons if they could reach.

Something like a whine creeps out of his throat before he can stop it, his thighs locking around Allen's hips with instinctive desperation.]

A-Allen...

[ He is... so fucking sorry for this, Kanda. He doesn't realize it immediately, but only because it hits him like a train. "It", of course, being Allen's orgasm. There's just something about the way Kanda says his name that is fucking bliss incarnate swallowing Allen whole. He's enamored by it so much, and with Kanda also feelings so damn amazing, he...

He comes. It's with a thrust forward of his hips and an embarrassing moan that carries "Yu" along with it.

He's sorry for the lack of warning. He might vocalize as much when he comes down from this high. ]

[Kanda is super not sorry. There's a second where he's sort of unsure what just happened, then it hits him like a goddamn train and he winds up moaning about it so sharply and suddenly that it catches him off-guard. Oh God, okay, that's what it feels like to be stuffed by a man, huh?

This will surely not awaken anything in him (it already has).

Still, it's the sudden rush of Allen's orgasm, mixed with the rock of his hips, mixed with the being a bit over-stuffed at that point, that has Kanda responding in kind before his brain can really catch up with what's happening. It takes a second, but suddenly he too is blinded by that same pleasure, listening to Allen moan his name and climaxing hard over his stomach with his head thrown back.

Allen's name, meanwhile, is a prayer uttered on repeat, stuck on his lips until his thighs stop shaking.]

[ Allen has to reach for the bedframe and hold onto it with one of his hands. The hard, red 'skin' of his holy left hand reaches for Kanda, however, so gently settled against his cheek through his orgasm, as if to let him know that he's here. That he hears his name, repetitive and revered all at once. His sound making him realize just how quiet this room was, or maybe just how loud they were, or maybe both. It's a little startling, in its own way.

Perhaps that is just the Catholic guilt speaking, though. That itching feeling that they're being watched by some omnipotent being, as if He had nothing better to do than watch two idiots who don't know a lick about sex is more exciting than actually being a God and doing God things. It does not help that, with the room mostly empty due to Allen's insistence they needed to have more room in case anyone else showed up, meant that all of the noise they made echoed right back to them. Lost to the angels in the ceiling, that brought the sound right back for Allen to hear.

Allen, Allen, Allen, Allen Allen, Allen Allen, Allen...

It's almost a dizzying as it was to pick his head up and look down at Kanda in the midst of his orgasm. Disheveled, cheeks red from a mix of flustered and physical strain, arms tied above his head, sweat beading against his forehead and wetting some of his bangs in messy patterns against his skin, while the rest of it a chaotic heap against the sheets... All hot as hell, and yet somehow so perfect as to be heaven, right here.

A few "Yu"s are returned to him, before Allen cannot help but lean down and block their only easy way of getting air by pressing their lips together again. ]

[Good God, they both need to bathe, but most of Kanda just wants to lay here with Allen pressed against him ~~and still inside him SHUT up~~ and spend the rest of the evening kissing him stupid. They share this goddamn bedroom and yet.

And yet.

He kisses Allen back like his life depends on it, deep and passionate and tireless despite the physical activity and the creaking of the headboard from where Allen grips it. It protests with a whine, and Kanda simply tilts his head back and lets Allen kiss him as he will.]

[ When their messy reckoning subsides, Allen lets go of the head board, running his hand along Kanda’s bound arms instead. Eventually his fingers pry under Kanda’s own, pressing against the palm of his hand instead. Be so kind to your hands, Kanda.

Eventually, Allen pulls back from their kiss, but only after a couple years worth of seconds. He’s panting, and he isn’t moving yet, but he is still buried in Kanda. And he is still hard. ]

You… did so good for me. [ A light brush against Kanda’s hand for emphasis. ] I’m going to… keep going… okay?

[ Both a demand, something still dominant and wanting to keep Kanda bound and to Allen’s whim, and also still… asking. Still making sure he’s comfortable and feeling good and not exhausted. It’s loving and sweet in that way that Allen is just… is. Always just is.

He press a kiss to Kanda’s nose after he finishes speaking, waiting for his reply. ]

Insatiable, [he groans, no less afflicted by the fact he can feel Allen still fucking hard down there. Him too, though. Here he was thinking that men could have one whole orgasm and then they died for 6-8 hours, but that seems to not be the case.] Keep going.

[Almost demanding, almost needy, just barely on the cusp of both or somewhere in-between. He should be exhausted. He should be. But that super is not how that works, he's finding out.]

…Maybe. But it feels like… you’ve made a mess of me.

[ He pulls his hands away to prop them back on the bed, one on the pillow under Kanda and the other back on the headboard. ] I’m not supposed to be this n…needy. But I am. I need you, Yu.

[ And once he adjusts himself again, he’s going to start thrusting his hips, properly this time. ]

[Jesus Christ, something about the view of Allen hovering over him while gripping the goddamn headboard is doing things to Kanda's brain. He has two braincells left and both of them are sizzling in response to Allen Walker.

Hoo boy we've hit terminal horny, huh?

Kanda thinks it's hot that Allen is needy over him. It's something that clicks in his brain in a way that's comforting, strangely enough. Being wanted. Being needed so badly that neither of them want to pull away from each other, sexual or not. Kanda's ankles are locked behind Allen's hips and that's not changing any time soon, it seems, though there's a vague wonder in the back of his head how it might feel if he put his legs up over Allen's shoulders.

...Christ yeah maybe he is a sub because where did that even come from.]

Then you'd better— nnh, make sure I can't get out of bed tomorrow, got it?

[ Allen knows Kanda is trying to be hot. He knows he is. And there’s some part of Allen that finds it incredibly attractive, to so smoothly ask him to fuck him numb. But. But the joke. The joke is right there. You can’t set him up for this when he’s a clown, Kanda. ]

W-want me to keep you tied up all night, then?

[ It’s not too late to change your mind, Kanda. You can break up with him now with his dick in you. That’s fine. ]

Hah...

[God. He loves this clown boy, actually. It's a dumb fucking comment, but when are they not making dumb comments at each other? Kanda can make them too, like:]

Only if you're planning on fucking me the whole time.

[...okay, so that was less dumb and more blatantly horny, but still.]

Oh? Don’t tempt m-me…

[ Allen laughs, breathy, before slowing down just a little as he removes his hand from the pillows to grab Kanda’s thigh. ]

It… is a little hard to move like this, though. [ With Kanda’s legs here… ] Can I m…move them?

[The slowdown is partially appreciated, if only because Kanda is oversensitive from his very recent orgasm. It'll be a brief recovery period, and there was nothing wrong with being railed after just climaxing, but it's still a reprieve either way. Kinky brain wants Allen to never stop ever but uh

clicks tongue, he's gotta come to grips with that on his own.]

Yeah, however you need.

[He does realise that he's gripping Allen a little too tightly with his thighs so uh. Oops.]

... [ Pats Kanda's thigh. ] Then you... have to let go, Yu.

...

[Spreading his legs—]

Right. Yeah. Sorry.

[ He shakes his head with a huffed laugh, then adjusts once again as his arms do their best to scoop Kanda's legs up. It means he has to pull out of Kanda briefly, making some of his seed from earlier ooze out of his ass, but he hasn't noticed this. He'll lament missing being able to stare at it later.

For now, he is throwing Kanda's legs over his shoulder. Good call on that one! Obviously Allen can read minds, and is not just doing whatever feels most comfortable. His hand grabs the headboard again when he's secured Kanda's legs up, settling his other on Kanda's leg and holding him steady as Allen presses kisses to his calves. ]

How's this? Comfortable...? [ As Allen presses himself back against Kanda, he leans forward so his legs bend, too. ]

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