( Kazuya grips onto hips roughly, almost too tightly -- and all Basil can do is whimper quietly in response, any pain replaced with the pleasure that fills his very core when Kazuya pulls him down once more.
He wouldn't mind the bruises later. It would be a reminder of the time they spent together, a reminder of just who he was at this point in time to the other.
But then he speaks again, and Basil gasps lightly - pushing himself towards those kisses. They're wet and hot, but it warms him all over, and even now, he feels like he can't get enough of any of it.
Still, his pace quickens, and the grip around his cock tightens. )
I-I'm -- close.
( He responds to his earlier words. The sounds he makes become a little more desperate, a little more needy until he freezes for a moment, his seed emptying into his hand, the corner of his eyes stinging with hot tears. Though, even as he rides out his climax, he doesn't stop moving. He'd keep going until Kazuya finished, too. )
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He wouldn't mind the bruises later. It would be a reminder of the time they spent together, a reminder of just who he was at this point in time to the other.
But then he speaks again, and Basil gasps lightly - pushing himself towards those kisses. They're wet and hot, but it warms him all over, and even now, he feels like he can't get enough of any of it.
Still, his pace quickens, and the grip around his cock tightens. )
I-I'm -- close.
( He responds to his earlier words. The sounds he makes become a little more desperate, a little more needy until he freezes for a moment, his seed emptying into his hand, the corner of his eyes stinging with hot tears. Though, even as he rides out his climax, he doesn't stop moving. He'd keep going until Kazuya finished, too. )