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[unfortunateson]

WHY DO I EVEN NEED THIS

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[unfortunateson]

[whines and struggles, a little more roughly this time, but still not seriously trying to get away--as if playing at it. and moving to help his own pants slide down. so much consent.]

[reducedtoasch]

[ jfsl pressing in for a kiss because he needs a distraction as much as Konatsu does right now. Or will when Dusk curls his fingers around him. ]

[unfortunateson]

[kissing is a really good distraction from not completely losing it. inhaling sharply when Dusk touches him, arching forward to try and press closer to him as they kiss.]

[reducedtoasch]

[ Nnnoooo this defeats the purpose of restraining him. Keeping his body as far back as he can, rather content with kissing him and touching him. ]

[unfortunateson]

[makes a faint little sound of pleasure when they don't quite make contact, falling back against the tree again after a few long moments, beginning to lose some of his control.]

[reducedtoasch]

[ Dropping his head down to bite at the unmarked side of Konatsu's neck as he starts stroking him slowly. ]

[unfortunateson]

[groaning loudly, forgetting to restrain himself, tilting his head back to give Dusk a better angle, and thrusting sharply into Dusk's fist.]

[reducedtoasch]

[ ... Maybe growing a little addicted to this control and the idea that he's the one making Konatsu like this. Leaning in close and biting down sharply on a patch of skin just above his collarbone, increasing the tempo of his hand. ]

[unfortunateson]

[gasps--a distracted attempt at a name--and tenses up, thrashing again in Dusk's grip as that sends him over the edge.]

[reducedtoasch]

[ Groans Konatsu's name, pulling back and flushing as he watches him. ]

[unfortunateson]

[weak-kneed and slumping, but gamely holding himself up, leaning on the tree and catching his breath--finally opening his eyes again to look up at Dusk, sort of vulnerably pleased.

those sure are a lot of hickies.]

[reducedtoasch]

[ Suuuper red, though smiling through the mortified embarrassment of 'how do I tell him I left marks on his neck I didn't think you could even do that!!' ]

A-Ah, Konatsu-...

[unfortunateson]

Dusk . . .

[well, is going for Dusk's jacket now, so how DO you tell him.]

[reducedtoasch]

[ ... like a winner, he will tell him later because right now it is affectionately kissing Konatsu time. ]

[unfortunateson]

[yes, yes it is. taking off Dusk's jacket and--hesitating because dropping it seems rude, so holding it for now, leaning against the tree again and pulling Dusk closer up against him.]

[reducedtoasch]

[ Moving easily with the pull, invested in kissing all of his dere feelings into Konatsu. ]

[unfortunateson]

[ . . . there is so much dere in this kiss. keeping it slow and deep and affectionate for now, but still pretty intense on his part, running his free hand through Dusk's hair and then over the back of his neck.]

[reducedtoasch]

[ Makes a low, pleased noise into the kiss, really quite content with the pace of it right now and settling his hands on Konatsu's waist while pressing himself close. ]

[unfortunateson]

[dropping the jacket, forgetting himself, to loop his arms around Dusk's waist and hold him there--then sucking at his lip, with a happy little moan.]

[reducedtoasch]

[ Gives an answering moan in response, splaying his fingers out across Konatsu's hips and just. Touching him kind of possessively anywhere he can. ]

[unfortunateson]

[okay let's try getting Dusk's shirt off because this is very interesting again. breaking the kiss to work on that, but pausing to lean in and experimentally nip at Dusk's neck, light and sharp, over his pulse.]

[reducedtoasch]

[ Inhaling sharply at the nip, flushing further as a shiver runs through his body. ]

A-Ah...

[unfortunateson]

[ . . . oh, so that works on Dusk too. moving down a little lower, above his collarbone, and trying it again, harder this time.]

[reducedtoasch]

[ C-critical weakness. Gasps, his fingers digging into Konatsu's side and pressing forward again. ]

[unfortunateson]

[makes a very appreciative little noise, pulling Dusk right up against him again and sucking at that spot to mark him, starting to get a little bit possessive himself.]