justicerebooorn | (no subject)

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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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[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]

[he doesn't last much longer, coming apart on a loud cry and spilling hot over your fingers, clinging desperately to your shoulders as the feeling of being full of you makes it feel like he can't quite come down from his orgasm]

Edited 2016-05-17 22:26 (UTC)

ahh—

[just holding you there for a long moment before he starts to pull reluctantly away]

Don't―don't stop, keep going, I want you to―

[grabbing for you shakily]

Nh, okay, okay, yeah, fuck,

[it doesn't take much encouragement to keep him there]

...just wait a second, relax...

[he nods, sucking in deep, shuddering breaths and squeezing his eyes shut, a hand reaching out to grasp yours]

[squeezing your hand, keeping it up by your head so he can rest some weight there as he starts to nudge into you again, small motions at first, watching your face]

...god, you're so good... tell me if it's too much.

[he nods again, groaning at the sensation of being filled back up, hand clutched tight against yours, his breathing steady as he relaxes for you]

[in contrast, he's breathing in sharp, shallow pants, trying to moderate himself as he starts to fuck you harder]