Desk.
Today hast to be his lucky day. After a whole month of rejection, sassiness and teasing, Nimura finally agreed to satisfy their mutual need. Having him against the desk, moaning and panting that loudly it's more than he could have ever asked for. A deep moan escapes from his mouth while Furuta bites his own lip, enjoying the delicious friction. Matsuri smiles, it is such a delightful view, almost like something out of a dream. His cock stroking hard inside Nimura's body, his honest response and that voice of him filling the room with pleasurable sounds… Ahh. What a rare chance, but at the same time, wonderful.
Matsuri feels him trembling under himself before his insides start gripping and squeezing his cock. So tight and hot, it feels so good that Nimura might make him come pretty soon. But that is fine, after all it's just the first round of three. He licks his lips before leaning over Nimura's back and bite his nape until he bleeds. Furuta jolts and lets out a moan that quickly turns out into a giggle, amused with the caress. That laugh, sexy as always, sends shivers down Matsuri's spine. Fuck… the need to have him just for himself has grown with every encounter and Furuta knows it well; taking advantage, playing, forcing him to wait for long periods until the ache for his touch it's almost unbearable. Matsuri groans against his ear and goes back to the wound to taste the blood, licking every little drop that comes out of it.
The air smells like sex and coffee, Matsuri reaches for the black, silky hair of Nimura and gives it a yank. Furuta complains and just right after he laughs. Fuck, fuck. Matsuri digs his other hand into Nimura's hips, tearing his pale skin with his fingernails as he feels his cock throbbing hard. A moan slip through his lips and Matsuri thrusts faster. Just like Nimura likes it: harder, deeper, rougher. Always this way, no romance, no sweet words, only rough sex and pain.
The quick wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out of Furuta's ass, his hands stroking over his flesh, over that slim, almost fragile body drenched in sweat and trembling with pleasure. Matsuri grips his hips harder, leaving bruises on him. He's on the edge and before pulling back his cock, he thrusts hard and deep one last time into him, making Nimura shout his name.
Matsuri releases a deep breath, feeling Nimura shudders exhaustedly. Now, as vulnerable as Furuta is, Matsuri goes for his mouth. He turns him around to face him. Furuta is still agitated, breathing shallowly. It doesn't matter, Matsuri lunges for his lips either way, kissing him with hungry insistence.
And there it goes the first bite and the blood fills his mouth. Furuta laughs shamelessly. Rough kisses never miss.
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End.