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[Ooh boy, watch him get flustered again.]

Okay. Let me up.

... [ He presses another kiss against Kanda's cheek this time, appreciating how that fluster looks on him. ] If you decide you are too tired, I wouldn't be mad.

[ He's saying this as he's moving off of him, of course. He can see Kanda brushing off his concerns, but he does at least feel a little better if Kanda knows this much, though. ]

I'm not.

[Okay, whatever you say man.

Kanda shuffles and stretches since he's been bent into shapes this whole time, just to relieve some of the tension in his back. Allen will get to watch his back muscles flex as they swap places, at least. Then Kanda flips around after Allen is laying down and gets into position and sort of just.

Stops there like.

......

He is going to need some help lining up, he's flying blind here. (Also enjoy the mess sliding down his thighs, whoops oops)]

Help me out. [please :( ]

[ Yeah, no, Allen is so blatantly staring. He didn't realize he'd filled Kanda with so much. And all of that is his too, and. And?

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Kanda is lining himself up and Allen is being wholly unhelpful. He has to be told Kanda needs help, because he is way too distracted otherwise, yeah- ] Hu...? Oh. Y-yeah, 'course.

[ H. Allen reaches down, settling one hand against Kanda's hip, and then the other on his dick to steady it and position roughly around where Kanda's ass is. ]

[Thanks, he appreciates you. He didn't wanna like, sit on your cock and miss and then we're both dying for it, y'know.

He takes a breath, then starts to slowly lower himself down, though he does have to lean over Allen slightly so he doesn't pitch to one side. The hand on his hip helps. As soon as he feels the tip penetrate him, he sucks in a breath, sinks down half an inch lower, and then nods at Allen to move his hand out of the way. Unlike someone more experienced, he does not take the whole goddamn thing at once, as much as the temptation is there.

It's different, the angle is sharper, gravity is weighing on him, and so he's slow about it. Luckily, the glide is easy, no doubt because of the amount of fluid already in Kanda, and eventually he bottoms out with a slightly wet sound.

Lovely.

Give him a second to adjust to the renewed angle.]

[ Oh fuck.

Well, he was already still fairly aroused, but there's no doubt about how hard he's gotten again. This... definitely needs to be their last time, because Allen thinks he'll spend eternity like this with Kanda if they don't tell his dick to stop.

The angle is odd, but very welcome. How pretty it is to see everything like this. To see the oozing cum down Kanda's thighs and the way he takes Allen so well. Him looking down at Allen like this, too... mmph. Is this what Kanda saw as well? Shit. Brilliant, really.

Anyway, his moved hand is going on Kanda's hip as well, so he's got support on either side. He's helping to hold Kanda up so gravity doesn't make him just take all of Allen when he's not ready, though he does let Kanda still lead for the most part.

Until he's buried wholly in Kanda, and hhhhhhhholy fuck. The sound alone that it makes gets a little gasp from Allen, unconsciously digging his nails into the skin around his hips. ]

Y...you take me so goddamn well, Yu. I feel like I'm losing my bloody mind...

[Allen gets to watch Kanda's abs flex as he moves, too! Dick bouncing to come soon as soon as he gets started. He has to give it a moment since they both just came and he needs to make sure he doesn't immediately bust from the oversensitivity, and also because he sort of wants to sit like this for a minute. This feels fucking great. Allen looks so fucking good underneath him right now. The hands on his hips are intoxicating.

Wow he really likes Allen.]

Try not to lose it 'til I get started, alright?

[He doesn't voice it, but what does it say about him that his first reaction to that comment was actually "yeah, and you fit perfectly"? Okay, whore. Damn. Also no he doesn't his cock is fucking fat Kanda—]

E-easier said than done. [ He's exaggerating, of course. He's fine. But also, holy fucking shit, Kanda. This position feels... it fucking feels. Maybe it's the pressure of having Kanda's weight over him, or maybe it's because he isn't in control of how fast Kanda wants to go, but regardless... wow.

Allen would've agreed had he actually said that, even though... yeah, he's girthy. There's no way Kanda didn't hurt even just a little that first go around. ]

[Sluts will be like "this dick feels great" and it's literally tearing them in half like ok sure

Anyway, Kanda gives it another moment or two. He wants to kiss Allen, but he doesn't know how without bending over weirdly (turns out he can do that but isn't quite aware yet) so he refrains, just sort of looking at him with stars in his eyes. Jesus Christ does he like, love his boyfriend or something? That's weird. He's weird.

Okay. He just has to move. Up and down, slow at first, right? Shouldn't be difficult. He has a hand on the headboard because if he doesn't he'll probably fall over and die instantly or something stupid like that.

Slowly, he lifts his hips up about an inch and crests back down.

...

Holy fuck okay he gets it, he's seen the secrets to the universe and he understands everything now. Suddenly there are no breaks, suddenly it's just a slow rise and fall.]

[ Allen is suddenly so glad he asked for this. Look at Kanda over him like this. His abs, his face, the way his hair cascades down over his shoulders… yeah, okay, this is how the madness afflicts him. He LOVES his goddamn boyfriend.

His hands help Kanda’s hips rise, but not fall, letting him take at his own pace. And when that pace is a steady rhythm, Kanda will once again feel his nails dig subconsciously against him. His head lulls back, lips parted just slightly, as he lets out the breathiest moan. ]

Oh, so now— [it's difficult to talk like this, not only because he's actively bouncing on Allen but also because he needs most of his breaths to like, y'know, breathe.] Now you wanna be loud.

[It's hot. Don't get him wrong, it's mind-numbingly fucking hot to hear Allen getting off like this. He was so quiet before, and now he's actually making sounds. It makes Kanda raise his hips higher and crest down just a bit harder, just to see if he can get more out of the other.]

[ How is he supposed to focus, listen to Kanda, AND be loud all at the same time?! Only reason it’s working now is because Allen doesn’t have to focus as much while Kanda’s on top. Which… is still, and he cannot reiterate this enough, a brilliant idea. The way his dick occasionally bounces off Allen’s stomach is such a perfect cock(heh)tail of funny and hot. The way Kanda clenches around him is different with him being the one moving his hips.

And then he starts moving faster and more intensely, and the fucking moan that Allen moans… ]

Yu!!! Yuyuyuyu- fuck…

[Ohhh yeah definitely fucking hot. Okay, okay okay holy fuck, there's nothing quite like hearing Allen screaming his name like that. A year ago if someone had asked him if he thought he'd get this far with Allen, he probably would've socked them and never thought about it again, and yet here he is.]

Fuck, you're hot.

[There truly is nothing better on this planet right now to him. Allen buried in him, sobbing out his first name; the fingertips pressing into his hip bones, the way their bed rocks and the headboard hits the wall when Kanda's not grabbing it. Allen beneath him looking a cross between feverish and starstruck and love-drunk.

Fuck. He's rapidly approaching orgasm #3 and it hasn't been long enough, dammit, he wants to look at Allen more and hear him cry out more. What if he just... slows down? Just a little?]

[ He's the one here? God, no, if only Kanda could see himself right now. He's so sorry if Link comes home hearing the bed rocking. He also doesn't know how the fuck he managed to get like this with Kanda.

The second he slows, Allen's hands desperately squeeze into his hips. Why slow???? He was getting there so far, don't stop now. Allen whines. ] Nnh-No, Yu... I-I'm so close, don't... stop.

[Allen starts to beg and his whole cock twitches about it. Ooh. Okay we are learning things tonight.

He rolls his hips again, a bit teasing, a bit more of a grind than last time. Surprises himself, because where did that come from anyway? ...and then does it again.]

I was too. It's why I slowed down. Wanted it to last longer.

[This is his first time on "top" and he is experiencing biblical levels of greed, okay.]

[ A gasp comes from Allen as Kanda’s hips roll the first time, and the second gets a shudder and a string of profanity from his mouth. So unfair. Why is Kanda so good at this?? (Neither of you are, shut up.)

This is… fair. Allen does, too. But he also wants to fill Kanda up once again. There’s nothing else that fills his brain with more bliss than that alone. Still, Allen nods, even if he huffs and bites his lip in response. ]

Wanted it… to last longer. Means you must be enjoyin’ yourself.

Haah... yeah, this is the first time you've been vocal at all. Of course I am.

[It's easy to fall into a slower rhythm now, picking himself back up only to let himself fall back down, give it a few agonizing seconds for both of them, then repeat the process. Up, down......... up... down...

It's torturous, but that's by design.]

Just let me get a few— nnh, few more minutes with you before we call it.

[ The feeling makes him shake. Desperately wanting to buck his hips or… something. Anything for more. His back does arch, but he can’t help that much. Another part of him wants to grab Kanda’s cock like that might speed him up somehow, but…

Hhh… ] L…least you could do for me is… kiss me if you’re gonna torture mmh-me.

[ Can he even reach…? What if he sits up? He attempts to do just this. Though, like this, Allen can only lean up so far. ]

[The lean works. Kanda gets this stupid lopsided smirk on his face, then carefully bends at the waist to meet Allen halfway. Turns out dicks are sort of flexible and this isn't going to kill Allen, hooray yay, so.

He locks their lips together with a low moan, licking his way into Allen's mouth for a brief moment, though the kiss winds up parting as he rocks his hips again and has to moan. Still slow-going, at least for a few minutes of on-and-off kissing and lip-biting from Kanda's end. He'll give it this long, with his hand in Allen's hair, and then sit back up properly, intending to actually finish them both off now.]

Ready?

[ Hooray! Allen likes not dying. :)

He also likes Kanda's kisses. No. He also loves Kanda's kisses. Even if they are rough and messy. Just having their mouths together feels... right. He whines a bit when Kanda eventually pulls away, though. Even if it is to finally give them both the release they're both basically needing at this point. But! But he wants kisses! This is so unfair. ]

Nnh... [ Still, he nods, quickly. ] Please, Yu...

[Not him moaning a little at Allen begging. Oh God he has found kinks today. He has found his goddamn thing (multiple of them).

Fuck, Allen is hot. He been knew but fuck. Okay. Time to play the way Allen's voice sounds when he begs over and over in his brain for the next several weeks of his life whenever he's alone and showering he supposes.

Still, he promised to get them both off, and that's what he's going to do. He re-grips the headboard to stabilize himself, slightly adjusts how his calves are positioned to make it easier, and starts back into a steady rock. Steady, not as slow as before, not quite fast either, but after a few seconds of getting back into it, he starts to actually ride Allen stupid, hard and fast, to the point that the bed squeaks under their combined weights and Kanda's heavy movements.

This is definitely speeding him along to orgasm, judging by how his legs shake and how he squeezes around Allen like a vice, going from a cocky and slightly overconfident smile to looking fucked out within seconds, face red and breaths coming out in heavy pants.]

[ It’s speeding Allen along, too. Allen has found out a lot about himself and Kanda today. Namely, they Kanda feels fucking incredible, and that there is truly not a better look on him than his face painted red, with sweat keeping swirls of his long hair attached in messy patterns on his forehead and cheeks. They way his hair flutters with every bounce, and how hot it is to hear him panting so loudly. It’s similar to fighting, really. Allen’s seen him almost like this before. But it’s different, obviously. It’s the context. It’s the pleasure. It’s the pure bliss.

Allen’s hands, once again, help Kanda raise when he wants to, trying to match his rhythm. At a certain point, he stops trying altogether, when Kanda is going too fast for him to keep up with, but he refuses to move his hands, connected to his hips like they’re incredibly powerful magnets.

But as Allen draws near to his climax, he only squeaks out the tiniest of warnings in a “Yu-” before his hands, for the first time, stop Kanda. They shove him down right against Allen’s hips to bury him inside, so when he orgasms it’s directly inside. ]

[Talk about hot. Whatever comes over Allen in that moment is going to, yet again, rewrite his entire brain chemistry. He gets his hips held down and stops dead, unable to continue bouncing due to the vice grip Allen has on him. Held down like he is and somehow filled even further, that's really all it takes to send him over the edge. He climaxes hard, throwing his head back and arching his spine, gripping the headboard so hard it threatens to break under the strain of his fingers.

Allen will feel several hot pulses of cum shoot across his torso, with Kanda shivering and squeezing around him in rhythmic twitches, as though he's subconsciously trying to milk the other dry.

Eventually, he sort of tips his head forward and sags his shoulders, now just sitting on Allen. Resting. He's covered in a thin sheen of sweat and he looks like he might just fall asleep in a minute here. Three orgasms really takes it out of you.]

[ Milking this boy dry is going to be a feat, un(?)fortunately for Kanda. It does get some shaky moans out of him, feeling Kanda tightening so rhythmically like that. He sputters a few profanities, his nails biting at Kanda's skin. For the first time tonight, he might accidentally leave marks on him. Right this moment, Allen might not care.

But, for as much as Allen could probably keep going, he is enjoying seeing Kanda so tuckered out. His own panting settles, and he, for as much as he isn't tired, at least softens in Kanda. For once. Though, it does mean he can feel some of his seed spilling around him now, and out of Kanda, which draws his eyes downward. And... oh, that little bump he has? It's hardly noticeable, especially with him slouched like this, but...

Allen reaches forward and gently presses his hand against Kanda's stomach, just to see how it feels, what it does... how Kanda reacts. ]

[It's kind of nice to sit with Allen just. in him. For a bit. That feels nice. He's not going to think about that too much more, just sort of live with it and deal and leave the wondering for the next day when his brain works again and the post-sex haze wears off.

He slowly lets go of the headboard and starts to relax his upper body a bit, only to feel Allen pressing a hand into his moderately-bloated stomach and immediately go a whole new shade of red when he moans about the mess coming out as a result.

What on god is wrong with him.]

Why.

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