YuBo WAVE.
What kind of pairing flood doesn't have a little smut.
Entry #4. Warnings:
Disclaimer: Nothing.
-Sado-Maso-
He was a sadist. Those words from the dictionary, that description of someone who obtains pleasure from inflicting pain on others, was right on the money. It was he, a deviant, a pervert, his perfect description. He could not avoid or suppress his urges, besides; he had a masochist, his opposite, the man that completed him. The second part to his whole existed, breathed and reeked of the same musty scent of him, the one of sex.
They screwed senselessly, the sadist and his slave, roughly because agony was bliss in disguise. There was no anguish or suffering in their sinful nights, pain did not masquerade as a sensation they abhorred but rather, to their lustful eyes, it meant rapture and satisfaction. Their definitions coincided, mingled and interlaced as their bodies did.
His partner was a masochist, down to last letter of the word. He was someone who obtains pleasure from receiving punishment. It was he, a servant. He was he one that moaned throatily into the husky silence of their rasps and pants and he loved his master. They were meant for each other with contrasting personalities that balanced out flawlessly. Together, they indulged in the sins of sado-masochism and played their roles.
The moon was full, bright and radiant in the sky. It cast silver hues of light onto their bed as their bodies moved in union under the covers. He had him pinned down by the wrists and thrust into him at an increasing rate. It went deeper and sent their minds into a yearning frenzy until ecstasy crashed onto them, like a wave outside their beach house as it lapped up upon the shore.
They lay there in the sweaty scent and heavy breaths with eyes watching the moon.
Boris loved Yuriy and he loved him back but they called it sado-maso love.
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