For the first time, he truly felt like he was drowning. Drowning in everything that was Makoto. His slick, sweat moistened skin. One of those large hands exploring his lithe body, sweeping over his sensitive nipples. The other pressing three of his thick fingers in and out of his tight entrance. The soft tongue that trailed and marked the map that was Haruka's pale skin. His voice lowering to a deeper octave, sending shivers of anticipation through his body.
" I want you, Haru-chan." He breathes as he takes his fingers out of the other, only for them to be quickly replaced with his thick member. The smaller male drags his nails down the others back; the feeling of drowning only intensifying.
Everything feels like the imaginary water around them, slowly suffocating him in their liquid love and arousal. Makoto's strong hips thrusting into him, hitting his most pleasurable spot deep inside of him. His head is swimming in absolute pleasure making him quake. A low chuckle leaves the brown haired male's throat.
You're shaking Haruka. You're enjoying this so much, must be so good." He purrs. Haruka can't bring himself to reply. He is reduced to letting the tremors of pleasure wrack through his body.
They both can feel their climaxes rapidly approaching. Makoto's thrusts are accelerated to an unforgiving force while Haruka is reduced to loud uncharacteristic moans that he will only emit in situations such as this. Times filled with total pleasure and lust.
The moment is ended with one final, harsh thrust pushing deep inside of him, hitting his spot dead on. Haruka releases a scream along with long stripes of cum spurting from his dick as he finally climaxes. Makoto follows soon after, spilling into him with a quick, hard grunt and a few final thrusts inside of him so that he can fully ride out his high.
When the feeling of drowning has cleared, he notices that he's dry, warm, and safe in the arms of his Makoto. Everything is finally clear again. He feels soft and pliable, with only a slight pain behind him. Most of all, he feels clear and as if he's positively floating in the hard warmth that is Makoto.
And this is where he feels his safest.
