He wanted this to hurt.
To feel alive, nerves practically jumping out of his skin, surrounding to his animalistic needs. He loved the slight burn from the friction, powerful plunges that almost tore him apart. Clutching on the bed sheets, his rapid heartbeats spiked, encompassed with that nauseating euphoria increasing in those rough thrusts. Blunt fingers desperately clenched on his body, breaking his skin.
Yes, ram in me, slam inside me, defile me, unyielding. Fill me this wretched delight, make me writhe, thrash outside of my hinges, just fuck me over and over. Spread me wide and impale me, so ruthless till my mind will go blank and I have nothing else but feel.
He shuddered from the guttural growl close to his neck, heavy breathing fanning his skin as the thrusts picked up speed. He merely answered with a smirk and simple tilt of hips, already bracing himself for the incoming retaliation. A gasp escaped when he was burrowed deep, bed slamming on the wall in this insane speed. Oh, did he revel in an almost perverted satisfaction, breaking his lover's control and consuming his all, to his darkest nature.
(It was there when he felt the most complete.)
He didn't crave for soft caress, not now, nor cared any fluttering touches. He wanted those calloused hands grabbing his legs in a vice grip, making hot trails through his skin. Let he be devoured by sharp canines biting his nipples, tongue swirling around it and lips sucking tightly. He wanted to feel every inch of that hard cock penetrating all the way in, wet slaps on his ass, hitting all the sensitive spots, the building ecstasy spilling out of his control till he would scream hoarsely.
In this closest embrace, their passion flowed in steady bucks, trickled with a sharper impale, threatened to overflow in a louder grunt. They orchestrated together rushing to their peak, his entire body spasming pouring out his essence, feeling his lover releasing everything within him.
Long seconds were taken to gasp for air, secretly pleased that his cock was still buried inside him, stretching this connection a bit more. But once done, he did relish the remaining ache, few bruises lingering in his most intimate places and the lazy kisses skimming all over his body.
Before surrounding to his slumber, he would deactivate his doujutsu, memories remaining forever in his mind.