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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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[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...