[ Rokurou bends beneath the weight of Qinghua's arm. Mouth meeting mouth, Rokurou groans against the kiss before melting into it with a snap of teeth. Lazy pleasure from gliding tongues threads together with the iron-sparked heat of every thrust as he drives into the slick clutch of Qinghua's body. Thought is something he is all too happy to lose; overwhelmed by sensation, the daemon focuses on moving his body and the way Qinghua feels beneath him.
He exhales before surging down into the kiss with more urgency. Every thrust is a demand for more while continues to take, joyfully greedy and unrestrained. True enough: a daemon's stamina is not to be trifled with. The minutes pass and he continues to thrust, fingers digging hard into Qinghua's hips as he tosses the man this way and that, grabbing to angle him in ways that feel good. The game manager, who has been outside the door the whole time, idly checks his watch a few times out of boredom — not like they can reset the room until the current players are done.
Relishing the freedom to play freely, Rokurou breaks the kiss only to bite at Qinghua's neck and shoulders. Rough play that leaves plenty of red marks behind, but never quite crossing the line of too painful. He bites, he paws, he throws the older man around. Really, poor Qinghua deserves a medal after this. Or at least some nice aftercare.
When he finally does reach his climax after too much time has passed, he digs his filthy paws in to drag Qinghua hard against himself. Pulling out when he finishes doesn't even cross his mind; he goes balls deep, releasing inside, and shivering in the enjoyment of it. ]
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He exhales before surging down into the kiss with more urgency. Every thrust is a demand for more while continues to take, joyfully greedy and unrestrained. True enough: a daemon's stamina is not to be trifled with. The minutes pass and he continues to thrust, fingers digging hard into Qinghua's hips as he tosses the man this way and that, grabbing to angle him in ways that feel good. The game manager, who has been outside the door the whole time, idly checks his watch a few times out of boredom — not like they can reset the room until the current players are done.
Relishing the freedom to play freely, Rokurou breaks the kiss only to bite at Qinghua's neck and shoulders. Rough play that leaves plenty of red marks behind, but never quite crossing the line of too painful. He bites, he paws, he throws the older man around. Really, poor Qinghua deserves a medal after this. Or at least some nice aftercare.
When he finally does reach his climax after too much time has passed, he digs his filthy paws in to drag Qinghua hard against himself. Pulling out when he finishes doesn't even cross his mind; he goes balls deep, releasing inside, and shivering in the enjoyment of it. ]