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[ 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. ]

[Rewriting his brain chemistry, yes. Quite comfortable. He's going to die probably. Allen has surprised Kanda into a stunned deer-in-headlights type expression, please hold.

...

A—]

Y. Yeah.

[?????????????? god he is So fucking horny please help]

[ Allen, completely oblivious to the things he does to his boyfriends:

He takes a moment to press the tip of his dick against Kanda once again and pushes himself in with a little moan, shutting his eyes as that squeezing around his dick again. Fuck, Kanda feels too goddamn good. Of course he will let Kanda be in the dominant role at some point - it's only right they explore their sexuality together, of course - but man will he lament not getting to feel this all the same.

After a moment of recollecting his sanity, he begins to rock his hips into Kanda. ]

[Buddy you're killing him. You're killing your Kanda. You have no idea the power that you hold over men.

Because yeah, Allen enters him again and Kanda moans like a fucking slut before he can stop himself, only aware of how loud he is after his throat kind of hurts due to that. But it's fine, it's a sound of approval for Allen's sake.

The angle hits completely different. He's bent in such a way that he's more prone, and that level of proneness means every single movement Allen makes is an assault directly on his prostate. It's crazy how fucking good it feels. It's deeper, it's more, it's—

It's fold your boyfriend in half day, is what it is.]

[ Allen’s own voice is incredibly raspy due to his constant panting, though it’s not stopping him from speaking and making sounds anyway. The headboard, still gripped in Allen’s hand, knocks against the wall with every thrust. Between that, the way Allen’s hip slap against Kanda’s ass, and the swordsman’s loud moans, they basically have a rhythmic band.

Allen whispers sweet nothings as they fuck, in lieu of being able to kiss Kanda. “You’re so gorgeous” and “I love you” and strings of Yu’s name leave Allen’s lips. Even during sex, he can’t shut the fuck up. ]

[You know, he'd usually be bitching that Allen doesn't shut up, but for some reason in sex it's... too good. Every time Kanda tries to speak, though, he's abruptly cut off by his own moaning and gasping. He'd flutter his eyes shut if his own view wasn't so fucking amazing, Allen leaning over him and lost in his own haze of bliss.

Fuck, what a sight.

The angle is so deep and his body is so oversensitive from the last orgasm that he knows he's not going to last much longer than a few more thrusts, evidenced by how he's gradually starting to tighten around Allen again.]

[ You really can't expect two newly-former virgins to keep their shit together. Allen is aware enough to know that means Kanda is close, so he squeezes his leg and tilts his head to press another kiss to his calf before he speaks. ]

...You can't l-look at mmh-me like that, Yu. I...I'll lose myself like that. [ As if he hasn't already. The sound of his hips slapping against Kanda's thighs alone has him completely intoxicated. Allen has never been drunk before, but he's pretty sure this is what that feels like. And if that's the case, no wonder Cross drank so much-

He didn't think he'd be so close this fast, but with Kanda clenching him this tight, he doesn't think he'll make it that much longer. Ugh, how pathetic does he have to be? They haven't even been at it for that long... ]

[When these two figure out edging it is ALL over for Kanda in particular.]

H-ahh... don't look so g-goddamn good, then...

[Half of why he's getting off right now is just the way Allen looks, dammit. If moments could be immortalized, he'd almost certainly pick this one, but he's also sure he can replay Allen's exact facial expressions and the sounds of his breathing on repeat easily in the back of his mind without the need for such things.

While Allen is berating himself for climaxing early, Kanda has no such problems. Obviously he was going to climax quickly with how hard and earnest Allen is fucking into him, it just makes sense. And as much as he doesn't want to take his eyes off the other man, eventually, the pleasure gets the better of him and he squeezes his eyes shut as his second orgasm of the night hits him hard and fast. Hopefully Allen enjoys watching Kanda almost hit his own face with that cumshot though, because, again, the angle is steep and that orgasm hit him particularly hard.]

[ It gets harder to move at all when Kanda tightens around him, so of course he opts to stay buried deep in Kanda as he orgasms. He doesn't move, but he also doesn't have to. The feeling of him around Allen's dick, along with Kanda's expression, the way he's still trying to keep himself in Allen's mediocre restraints, and the way his jizz shoots out across his chest and stomach is all enough to send him, too, over the edge.

Though, he does have the sense enough to move his hand from the headboard to shield Kanda's face from his own cumshot. It's very much reminiscent to how someone subconsciously puts their hand over table corners so their bent over partner doesn't bonk their heads against it. Allen himself isn't really even thinking about it. He just... does it.

The noise he makes, though, is especially needy. Kanda's name is only one syllable, yet Allen only manages to choke out the "Y-" part of it before he's cut off by a long, drawn out moan. ]

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