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[listen

sometimes you just have a really stressful, UST-filled day with your work partner who just happens to be really, really attractive, and also super into you for sure, but there are Circumstances, okay?, and you can't just, get your fix

so you look into alternate options! safe, non-exploitative, fully consensual adult options. there's no shame in that.

what i'm saying is sometimes you're gotou shintarou, and you hire a really, really, really fancy prostitute to come to your place and take care of business.]

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[it's really not too long before he lifts you off his lap again so he can roll on a condom, he's not that mean]

[just going to WRITHE on the sheets while you do that, okay, ignore all the plaintive whining]

[what about instead of ignoring it, he pushes you over onto your back, bending your knees up toward your chest so he can press himself steadily into you at last]

[oh well then he's going to yelp and moan and wiggle some more and claw desperately over your shoulders??]

Oh, god, Gotou-chan.

[he keeps moving, pushing in deep and just thrusting his hips shallowly, keeping you filled]

Ah, haaah, hah—

[he's got one hand gripped tight at the nape of your neck, crying out each time you move]

Is this, is this what you want...?

[he lets your knees down so he can get closer to you, shaking slightly all over]

[grabbing onto your face and yanking you even closer for a toothy, insatiable kiss]

[he groans against your mouth, suddenly almost desperate, matching your intensity as he kisses back]

[he pulls away long enough to breathe, his voice low and hungry]

Yes, yes, yes, this is what I want—

[he captures your mouth again with a growl, hips snapping into you]

—fuck.

[tangling a hand in your hair again and kissing back thoroughly, slowly this time as he starts to grind his hips down in time with your movements]

[he keeps having to break away to breathe, just breathe, but he starts to find his rhythm, leaning his weight on one elbow so he can touch you with his free hand, tracing down your side.

if you keep grabbing his hair, though, you might eventually find the pronounced ridges of scar tissue and palpable dent in the back of his head.]

...

[he stills, just dropping his hand and staring at you, unable to find the correct words due to how overwhelmed he is by sensation and emotion]

[he also goes still, pulling back a bit]

...Gotou-chan...

[it's quite possible he has never sounded so unsure]

[he reaches up again, shakily cupping your face in his hands and kissing you—a tender, sweet kiss]

... keep going. Please.

Ah...

[w-well okay. he has to break the kiss, overwhelmed, just nosing along your jaw instead, but he does keep going, slower now but pulling back more for longer thrusts, pounding you steadily into the mattress.]

[he lies back with his hands gripped at the sheets, gasping for breath in between quiet whimpers, his eyes half-lidded, watching your face]

[he smiles faintly to see you watching him, letting his head fall forward so that his forehead rests against yours as he keeps moving, changing the angle of his hips a little]

[that makes him shudder, running his hands over your shoulders and down your sides as he rolls his hips up in time, content to just enjoy the movement of your bodies together for now]

[ghosts little kisses down the side of your face, propping himself up enough on one arm to reach down and touch you, but not even wrapping his hand around your cock, just stroking up the underside]

[that makes him utterly lose his composure, crying out and bucking helplessly into your hand, tensing down in spurts around you, wanting for more]

Oh, god, Gotou-chan...

[he freezes a bit, biting his lip to keep himself in check, curling his fingers around you]

[he's just wailing by now, his head pushed back into the pillow, clutching at fistfuls of sheets, shivering helpless]

Please, ah, please...

[he starts to thrust into you again, more urgently now, but still not rushed, stroking you off in time]

I've got you, I've got you, I've got you...

[murmuring against the skin under your ear, less reassuring than it is exultant]