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[ 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.

[ Allen bites his lip for a moment, trying to stifle the laugh that threatens to come out, only to actually let it after Kanda asks — demands to know what the fuck Allen is doing. He can’t help it. He looked so attractive like that. ]

Curiosity, mostly! But also… sitting up like this… I get to see how pretty you are full like this. I think I can see where my dick is in you?

[ Or, maybe not, it’s hard to tell. Allen is needlessly thick enough that it would be wholly unsurprising if he was the one causing that bump, though. Still, he rubs his thumb over Kanda’s lower stomach to emphasize. ]

I did say you take me so well… can I not admire that?

[He grunts. He's still sitting on Allen, he's not moving, and he's definitely still flustered by all of this. Help.]

Whatever. [Whateverrrrrr.] Ugh, touching me like that... if I had it in me to get it up again I would.

[It's okay, you guys can fuck like rabbits again! Tomorrow.]

...Could you? [ 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

But no, he clears his throat. Just because he's got insane stamina, doesn't mean he should afflict Kanda with this. He pulls his hand away. ]

Do you think you can move enough to clean up with me? I'll carry you if I have to. And then you can sleep in my bed while I wash your sheets and stuff.

Ask me tomorrow.

[He's tired, he needs to fall asleep on you Allen... speaking of:]

I can't believe you still have energy after that. You don't want to just go to bed?

[He's had the energy fucked out of him, he has the cuddle vibes and it's weird and he doesn't know what to do with it, but yeah he can move. He will move, in fact, even despite the fatigue and the mess.]

...I suppose I could sleep, but I'm not really that tired? I'm mostly just hungry...

[ Yeah, Allen. Sky is blue. Fork found in kitchen. But...

As Kanda gets up, a new mess spilling from him (sorry) as his cock is removed, he sits up and reaches out, only to scoop Kanda right into his arms. ]

I guess it can wait for tomorrow, though. We can clean tomorrow, too, and I'll just do all the sheets in one go. [ Allen will toss the covers over the mess, in case Link comes in, and head over to his bed instead. They'll have to also cover up, probably???? Is it going to be weird when Link comes in.

Ho hum. Anyway, yes, he's laying Kanda down and crawling into the bed behind him, pressing a kiss against the back of his shoulder as he gets settled. ]

You're always fucking hungry.

[...and then he's scooped so easily that his brain shuts down for a second. Okay hi they're moving beds now, they're going to a bed, he's being laid down he's being snuggled. They're warm and cozy and the second his head hits the pillow his brain goes "okay great awesome" and starts to try knocking him out.

Luckily Kanda has the sense to flip over onto his side and mash his face into Allen's chest before he becomes the big spoon.]

Just wake me up if you need something.

[Enjoy being cuddled, this will never happen again (this is a joke it will happen again and frequently does when they're getting ready for bed, but y'know).]

[ Allen doesn't immediately go to sleep. Instead, he just... admires Kanda. How he looks like this, how... soft he is, in moments like this. How nice it feels to be in his arms.

...He loves this man so goddamn much.

He presses a few small kisses into his hair, combing it idly. Allen doesn't sleep for a while, shifting occasionally and pulling the blankets over them. But he does just watch Kanda for a while. Until he inevitably falls asleep to the lull of Kanda's breathing. ]

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