disclaimer: disclaimed.
dedication: to Les, because apparently I kill everything she loves and she deserves better (which tbh is true I do kill everything she loves except Sasuke. we draw the line at Sasuke). happy birthday, dongle.
notes: barfs I CAN'T WRITE PORN KILL ME
title: until your blood turns to rain
summary: They have sex. That's literally all that happens here. — Mako/Gou.
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Her throat was a long pale line in the darkness of the room. Spread-eagle on his bed with her hair glowing like fire where the thick slats of setting sunlight came in through the blinds, chest heaving, knees shaking—she was the loveliest thing he'd ever seen.
"Kou-chan—" he said.
"Gou," she panted, biting at her lip. The flush in her cheeks could have burnt away the stars. "Gou, in bed, I'm Gou."
"Gou-chan," he corrected himself, smiled against her bare thigh. "What do you want?"
"I want—I want—"
"Use your words, Gou-chan," Makoto said. Gentle, gentle, soft as a feather even as she writhed beneath him and fisted her hands in his hair—her nails raked down his neck, left welts that stung with pleasure-pain.
Gods, he wanted to consume her, entire.
"You know what I want, damn you!" Gou snarled, half sitting up. Her hair fell across her breasts. Makoto ran a thumb idly across her nipple; it pebbled under his touch, and she made a soft sweet sound, cotton-candy incarnate.
"Say it," he said quietly.
"Fuck me already," Gou breathed, desperation in her voice. "Please, please, Makoto, please, just—"
"Fuck you?" he asked. "How?"
She made a high-pitched noise of frustration in the back of her throat, tugged him closer to her cunt. "I don't care, just do it!"
He chuckled, and the sound reverberated through her—sent waves of heat coiling through her veins, made her fingers twitch in the sheets. The people in the room next door smoked, and it always came in through the vents. Gou breathed in second-hand nicotine, and shivered when Makoto's tongue pressed inside of her.
"Oh god," she choked off, arched upwards. "Oh god, Mako—"
His hand pressed down on her abdomen, pressed down hard to keep her from moving, fingers splayed wide. His hands were big, big enough to curve around her hip as he tongue made her see white.
"Oh god, oh god, OH GOD—" she shrieked, legs thrown over his shoulders, the sharp edges of her elbows like beautiful lies pressing into the mattress.
Her orgasm hit her like a punch in the gut, left her breathless and trembling. Makoto kissed all the tender parts of her quiet: behind her knee, low on her ribs, the inside of her wrist, the soft spot where her chin met her neck.
"Better?" he asked quietly, watching her with eyes like summer leaves.
"Much," Gou murmured softly, a tiny smile curving up her cheeks. He crawled up her body, and when he kissed her, the taste of her own cum was thick in her mouth. The press of his cock against her thigh was a welcome reminder than the night had only just begun. "We're not done though, are we?"
Makoto kissed her again, slow and dangerous. He stared down at her, hungry like a wolf.
"No, Gou-chan," he said. "Not even close."
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fin.