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Quite alright. You don't think he would join, mmm? I would hope so. Ah, the indulgences, growing higher and higher...
[Douman is now greedily moving to pull open the other's belt to shove his pants down, licking over the exposed skin near his groin. They look like an animal, crazed, dark pupils swollen.]
[Douman is now greedily moving to pull open the other's belt to shove his pants down, licking over the exposed skin near his groin. They look like an animal, crazed, dark pupils swollen.]
So with you, too....
[Well, they are roommates. He supposes he shouldn't be surprised. Anyway, it's hard to maintain being distracted like this, with his pants down.
His hands shift to dig into the forest of Douman's hair. Holding a bit tighter than he thinks he should, since... well, it seems like the right thing to do.]
You've both been quite busy, I bet.
[Well, they are roommates. He supposes he shouldn't be surprised. Anyway, it's hard to maintain being distracted like this, with his pants down.
His hands shift to dig into the forest of Douman's hair. Holding a bit tighter than he thinks he should, since... well, it seems like the right thing to do.]
You've both been quite busy, I bet.
[They like the tight hold for sure, hissing with pleasure as the others fingers dig in.]
But of course. Would...you like to be busy, too? Mmm?
[Terrible, altogether terrible. Hyped up by the scent of blood, the blossoming of pain, and the lust of their body reaching its peak, there's no going back down from this.]
[They reach down to pull Fukuda's cock out of its confines, stroking it with quick, sharp movements.]
But of course. Would...you like to be busy, too? Mmm?
[Terrible, altogether terrible. Hyped up by the scent of blood, the blossoming of pain, and the lust of their body reaching its peak, there's no going back down from this.]
[They reach down to pull Fukuda's cock out of its confines, stroking it with quick, sharp movements.]
[He feels weird. In two different ways, really? One more pleasant than the other. He should probably focus on that? Focus on indulging.]
I-I-
[Digging his grip in tighter and his reedy frame buckles at the touch.]
Not so hard...
[Which is just going to egg the clown on.]
I-I-
[Digging his grip in tighter and his reedy frame buckles at the touch.]
Not so hard...
[Which is just going to egg the clown on.]
If you don't want me to go so hard, then dig in your finger more, mm. Don't...be...shy.
[STOP MAKING HOLES INTO THIS!!!]
[But Douman doesn't seem to care. Licking their lips, they pump slower now, but its more meaningful, drawing their hand from the base up as to the tip before rubbing over it with the hard flick of their thumb.]
[STOP MAKING HOLES INTO THIS!!!]
[But Douman doesn't seem to care. Licking their lips, they pump slower now, but its more meaningful, drawing their hand from the base up as to the tip before rubbing over it with the hard flick of their thumb.]
[Well.... He loosens one of his hands, just so he can shift his body, resting his chest against Douman's shoulder as he finds another bite on the man's fact to pry his fingers into.]
Aaah, you're losing quite a bit of blood, Mr Douman.....
[Even as his hips jerk a little at that thumb flick.]
Aaah, you're losing quite a bit of blood, Mr Douman.....
[Even as his hips jerk a little at that thumb flick.]
It's...good.
[The desires to receive pain, and inflict pain. All at the same time. Its enough to make them let out a heady, low moan as the fingers dig into a new wound. This isn't wise, of course, but after an experience like that, after how worked up he was, how could he not find an outlet for it?]
You're good. You and your holes...perhaps I should...find a way to return the favor, nnn.
[Now they're just bestowing all their attention on the tip, rubbing around it in a slow circle before coaxing their touch down the shaft, nails tickling over sensitive skin.]
[The desires to receive pain, and inflict pain. All at the same time. Its enough to make them let out a heady, low moan as the fingers dig into a new wound. This isn't wise, of course, but after an experience like that, after how worked up he was, how could he not find an outlet for it?]
You're good. You and your holes...perhaps I should...find a way to return the favor, nnn.
[Now they're just bestowing all their attention on the tip, rubbing around it in a slow circle before coaxing their touch down the shaft, nails tickling over sensitive skin.]
[He wonders how exactly Douman got so good at this... A question for later.
It's his impulse to keep his voice down. He decides the most constructive way to do this is to bite down on the other man's shoulder. So if he had anything to say it's on hold for now.]
It's his impulse to keep his voice down. He decides the most constructive way to do this is to bite down on the other man's shoulder. So if he had anything to say it's on hold for now.]
[He's leaning over the sink, and got his head tilted forward as he pinches his nose but there's still a lot of blood? He turns his head towards Douman when he comes in.]
Ah, yes.
[But like, muffled because of the nose. Now he's dripping blood onto the floor.]
Ah, yes.
[But like, muffled because of the nose. Now he's dripping blood onto the floor.]
[Douman frowns slightly at the blood on the floor, before coming up to Fukuda - in a quick movement, one hand moves to Fukuda's chin to tilt it up, while the other pushes Fukuda's hand away to replace it to pinch his nose.]
Lets try leaning you back, now. You can't be staining the floors like this. Else Kaz will ask me again and again to clean them up.
Lets try leaning you back, now. You can't be staining the floors like this. Else Kaz will ask me again and again to clean them up.
...I really didn't want to see anyone right now.
[Says Douman, as if unprompted...and then closes their eyes. Why. Why this effect.]
[But now this has become awkward, and Douman feels they can't just up and leave after saying something like that, so. What a lovely time to be trapped by societal conventions. They step in, approaching.]
...Disregard that. You're making tea?
[Says Douman, as if unprompted...and then closes their eyes. Why. Why this effect.]
[But now this has become awkward, and Douman feels they can't just up and leave after saying something like that, so. What a lovely time to be trapped by societal conventions. They step in, approaching.]
...Disregard that. You're making tea?
[Ah right, Douman's demeanor has been all out of wack this week! Poor guy. To commiserate, Fukuda will be honest too;]
To be honest, I didn't really want to see you right now either.
[Still, he gestures, please sit.]
I am making tea. You can have some if you'd like.
To be honest, I didn't really want to see you right now either.
[Still, he gestures, please sit.]
I am making tea. You can have some if you'd like.
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