[Try as he might to formulate a response, the only thing Sandalphon can manage is a guttural moan. It's so unfair to ask something like that of him, because at this rate...at this rate, he's really going to do just that.
His words still failing him, Sandalphon leans down for a messy, forceful kiss, nipping at Izumi's bottom lip until he tastes blood, though he can't be sure whether it's Izumi's or his own—ah, but if it is Izumi's then he's hurt him again—
But none of that matters, once he starts to set a rhythm.
The first few moments are just like every other time Izumi and Sandalphon have slept together. The movements of Sandalphon's hips start out just slightly harder than necessary, but he quickly sets a faster, brutal pace, each thrust more desperate than the last until he's pounding into Izumi like he's never done with anyone before; wanton, needy, fucking him like he's a primal beast instead of the fragile human he is, fingers sinking into his hips to hold him in place and leaving bruises in their wake. It feels different without a condom; it's always felt good, of course, but the sensations are more intense, lightning rushing up and down his spine with every movement he makes, leaving his head a mess. It's all he can do to focus his gaze on Izumi as he ravishes him, the look in his eyes dark and wanting and hungry, torn between knowing he has to be careful to listen in case he's too rough and no longer caring if he is.]
Izumi...
[He gasps breathlessly, noise escaping him with every roll of his hips, as though to compliment the sound of their skin slapping together as Sandalphon mercilessly slams into him. Ah, why has he never done this before? Why did he need to be talked into it, when it feels so good to be so rough?]
You—you're mine, ah, mine, all mine, all mine...
[If he wants it, he'll fuck Izumi like this every day, every night, so he can never walk again, so he can stay with Sandalphon forever. He whimpers the word "mine" over and over like a mantra, pupils blown wide as he takes in the sight of Izumi beneath him, eyes following his every move.]
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His words still failing him, Sandalphon leans down for a messy, forceful kiss, nipping at Izumi's bottom lip until he tastes blood, though he can't be sure whether it's Izumi's or his own—ah, but if it is Izumi's then he's hurt him again—
But none of that matters, once he starts to set a rhythm.
The first few moments are just like every other time Izumi and Sandalphon have slept together. The movements of Sandalphon's hips start out just slightly harder than necessary, but he quickly sets a faster, brutal pace, each thrust more desperate than the last until he's pounding into Izumi like he's never done with anyone before; wanton, needy, fucking him like he's a primal beast instead of the fragile human he is, fingers sinking into his hips to hold him in place and leaving bruises in their wake. It feels different without a condom; it's always felt good, of course, but the sensations are more intense, lightning rushing up and down his spine with every movement he makes, leaving his head a mess. It's all he can do to focus his gaze on Izumi as he ravishes him, the look in his eyes dark and wanting and hungry, torn between knowing he has to be careful to listen in case he's too rough and no longer caring if he is.]
Izumi...
[He gasps breathlessly, noise escaping him with every roll of his hips, as though to compliment the sound of their skin slapping together as Sandalphon mercilessly slams into him. Ah, why has he never done this before? Why did he need to be talked into it, when it feels so good to be so rough?]
You—you're mine, ah, mine, all mine, all mine...
[If he wants it, he'll fuck Izumi like this every day, every night, so he can never walk again, so he can stay with Sandalphon forever. He whimpers the word "mine" over and over like a mantra, pupils blown wide as he takes in the sight of Izumi beneath him, eyes following his every move.]