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[unfortunateson]

WHY DO I EVEN NEED THIS

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[reducedtoasch]

[ Resting his head on Konatsu's shoulder, curling into him a little further. ]

It... you are incredible.

[unfortunateson]

[biting Dusk's shoulder again, dully, as if in answer.]

[reducedtoasch]

[ Startled into an embarrassed noise, gripping his shoulders again. ]

Konatsu-!

[unfortunateson]

[--laughing a little, deep in his throat.]

I--liked it too, so . . .

[reducedtoasch]

[ Turning his head to nip lightly, a little lazily, at his ear. ]

What else have you liked?

[unfortunateson]

[shudders at that, tfgihiu ear. gasping a tiny bit.]

--That--

[reducedtoasch]

[ ... Dooooing it again, a little longer and sharper. ]

[unfortunateson]

[grabbing for Dusk's shoulders to hold on, or to hold him there--one or the other. and whining loudly, biting his own lip.]

[reducedtoasch]

[ Well okay Dusk is just going to take advantage of this particular weak spot, nibbling a lazy trail along his ear. ]

[unfortunateson]

[the weakest of spots. dissolving into a loud moan, dragging his nails down Dusk's back.]

[reducedtoasch]

[ Neeeeeew favorite spot, keeping right at that spot even through the shudders that Konatsu's nails at his back bring. ]

[unfortunateson]

[twisting under him, panting for breath, being a bit careless with his nails--not enough to draw blood, but obviously losing focus.] D-dusk!

[reducedtoasch]

[ Giving a last sharp bite before drawing back just a little, letting his breath run over Konatsu's ear. ]

[unfortunateson]

[shudders and arches, sighing with pleasure.] Ah . . .

[reducedtoasch]

[ Nuzzling himself into his shoulder, a hand sliding down Konatsu's side to just run over whatever skin he can touch. ]

[unfortunateson]

[pressing his face into Dusk's hair and nuzzling back, sighing again, content and mostly relaxed--what tension there is is the good, anticipatory kind.]

I . . . I will have to find out a bit more about you, Dusk . . .

[reducedtoasch]

[ Tracing an idle pattern against his side with a nail, relaxing into him. ]

I cannot say I'm opposed to that.

[unfortunateson]

Then . . . allow me? [shifting]

[reducedtoasch]

[ Reddens but leans back, looking down shyly at him. ]

Ah, of course...

[unfortunateson]

[looking at his face.] You are very . . .

[but cutting himself off with a kiss.]

[reducedtoasch]

[ Dusk likes kissing distractions. :( ]

[unfortunateson]

[shifting until he's in a better position to . . . well, to top. in fact, easing Dusk down not quite onto the ground, but so that Konatsu is straddling him, but not quite pressed up against him.]

[reducedtoasch]

[ Watching him more than a little curiously, keeping one hand on the other's waist but letting his other hand fall to the ground. ]

[unfortunateson]

[considering, and then leaning in to bite his neck, more gently this time, over one of the hickies he already made, sliding one hand into Dusk's hair to hold him.]

[reducedtoasch]

[ Inhales slowly at the sensation, his next breath a soft, low moan. ]