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[unknownrival]

I hate you, Kinoko Nasu. I hate you for writing the story of my world and putting lines like this in.

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[glimmerous_fop]

A...aa...nng...[Klavier wouldn't quite call it several months, but it's had to have been at least well over a month since he last had sex, longer still since anyone had taken him. It doesn't stop the attorney from fully sheathing his companion and savoring every sweet second of Issei's mantra, so cute!

Laying a hand on either side of the monk's face Klavier presses for another devouring kiss, swallowing the little sounds his companion wished to stifle while pouring into Issei's mouth every grunt, moan, and soft growl, utterly proud of his own pleasure. It's only after taking a moment to grow accustomed to the girth in his body that the ex-rocker begins to move his hips in slow circles, grinding it for the time being.]

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[unknownrival]

Please, please...

[Klavier has the control, but Issei knows if he asks - even if his asking trails into a groan of pleasure - that Klavier will have mercy on him. Although he doesn't know what he wants yet besides 'more', Klavier will give it to him. All he can do is hold tightly onto Klavier and let things happen.]

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[glimmerous_fop]

[Klavier is usually pretty weak to the will of his partners, no matter who they are, and unless they specifically wanted his aggression the attorney was more than indulgent. Tilting Issei's chin to the side the older man peppers the column of his companion's throat with kisses before increasing the tempo and thrusting his hips up and down in a manner that he hoped was more sufficient. The ex-rocker does make it a point to tighten his muscles with every upward thrust, wishing to extract even more of those exquisite, desperate sounds from his guest's throat.] Ha...ah...you feel good babe...don't hold back...

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[unknownrival]

[Issei shivers and moans, unable to keep the sounds from coming even if he'd wanted to. He tightens his grip on Klavier before reaching to stroke him firmly, as though making up for just remembering to give his partner more pleasure.] Kla- Klavier, oh god...