Lips mashed together furiously, teeth clanking harshly, blood being drawn from cut lips. Low growls and held back mewls uprupted from both of them, neither wanting to lose their grip on the other. Harsh, vibrant bruises littered Kaito's arms, Shark hosting cuts by the dozen. Neither knew why they were doing this, they just wanted the other to hurt, hurt so bad that everything was a blurr.
Long, lanky legs kicked and throttled, wanting to regain domiance. The purple haired teen smirked, catching Kaito's wrists and holding them up, high against the grainy brick wall. Grimacing as he felt the hard rock scratch and tear at already raw skin, Kaito jerked up, his waist hitting Shark in the chest.
Ryouga's patience was wearing thin. His coat was thrown askew against the alley wall, Kaito's still on, though the seams were starting to tear up a bit from the rough tugging of trying to get it off. Hissing, the teen used his free hand to finally tear it open, revealing a tight-fitting shirt. Pleased, as this item of clothing left none to the imagination, Shark let down one of the pale wrists to full grab the offending piece of clothing and throw it over his shoulder, not caring to notice where it landed.
Deep blue, almost purple eyes took in the sight of Kaito, a sweaty, flushed Kaito, much different from the usual demeanor he wore around people. Shark gripped the other's now blotched and stained pants, and quickly tore them off. Kaito gasped, his legs twitching and shuddering in an attempt to cover his body, to show no skin, to not submit.
One hand still holding Kaito's strained wrists, Shark used his other to pull the pink limbs apart, his own still clad legs rushing forward to rest between them. Kaito head brought back, a gasp and a moan hiccupping out. Shark took the chance of Kaito's moment of bliss to rid himself of his slacks and shirt, leaving his skin bare to the cold wind that ushered at both of them.
Shark leaned down, capturing Kaito's lips angrily, bruising them. His tongue jetted into the wet cavern exctiedly, as the other teen had not yet closed it in shock. Infuriated, Kaito closed his jaw down, swooping down and taking a chunk out of the foreign muscle. The purple haired teen growled, hastily sliding his bloody tongue back in and moving his head to the side, sucking on the cut tenderly.
Grabbing a hangful of lush, golden locks, the younger teen, though only by a few months, tugged back, causing Kaito to hit his head against the hard gravel pavement. Dazed, Kaito stopped his movements for a few moments. The other duelist finally shred himself and Kaito of their last bit of clothing, taking Kaito's half hard cock into his spare hand, fumbling and pumping it steadily.
Kaito's back arched up off the ground, his hands balling up into fists, nails digging into his skin. His cheast heaved, his flushed face gaining even more and more blood, his mouth agape. Shark squeezed at the tip, earning a moan of pain and slight pleasure. Kaito couldn't help himself. He didn't, yet, did, want this. His body screamed for more and more, while his brain stuttered to fight.
(Unsure if I should continue or just drop this aaah. It's getting incredibly awkward to write to be honest sfgs.)