smelling the faint smell of tobacco on the strand of your hair. Yes—just anywhere, anything, where he didn't have to show the reaction of his awakened kink.
⠀⠀⠀“Just fuck me already,” he finally stated—in low whisper, yet clear enough on the side of your ear. …
Through @D03Asahi's shoulder, he pushed him down to the table; no more professionalism at work for we are all about to disband, no?
⠀⠀⠀“Speak. What do you want?”
But also, what is Akio without violence? What is he, without his goddamn pride?
He hated you. His chest thumped for you. He disliked you. His mind swirled around the thoughts of you. …
only for it to collapse into failure as he felt the overwhelming pleasure from fucking inside your mouth. Fucking hell. His breath hitched, his shoulders shuddering, and there came out a heavy exhale—almost desperate.
“I'm gonna—” ⠀/⠀ @D03Asahi.
But the words trembled. Shuddering from the weird pleasure roaming around his bottom half, licking around his stomach. And it didn't stop … even when his leg bent, trying to tone down the feeling, …