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Tei had his head turned, face buried in a pillow. His face was flushed, lips bitten. His body ached as Shuraka painted him in his release, strings of hot, white liquid pouring all over him. He felt that he was more cum than human considering the amount that was covering him, poured deep inside him, on his hips, his thighs, his stomach. He let his body collapse on the mattress as he reached his climax, and then toppled over. He didn't know which round it was. He liked it that way.
Shuraka let a hand trail over his body, his feverish skin, covered in a thin sheen, sweaty. Goosebumps rose on Tei's skin as his hands traveled over his stomach, rubbing the liquid there, in circular motions, as if Shuraka could make it dissipate in his skin, travel through his pores, coat him inside, out. Anyone that looked at him could tell simply by scent that he was a claimed man.
Shuraka's fingers made their way up Tei's arm, tracing over the muscles rippling as Tei breathed in, deep uneven breaths in the fabric of the pillow. His hands trailer higher and higher until it reached his neck. He pressed in the vein of his neck, purple and blues forming on skin, above the veins where his life pumped. Shuraka dug his nail in one of the brushes, just enough to feel it. It made Tei gasp in the pillow. Shuraka relished in the way he could see a new wave of teardrops form along the edge of his eyes, his eyes glistening. He loved seeing his wife like this, reduced to a mess, barely able to move his limbs, crying out his name as if calling out to a god in the deepest of prayers. He loved the fact that he was the only one who got to see him like this.His fingers wrapped around Tei's neck, stroking the skin gently.
Shuraka's other hand made its way up Tei's thighs, touching the pale skin there, the skin blooming under his touch. His thighs were drenched in liquid, sticky with fluids, coated in layer and layers of slick.
Tei's body jolted as he felt a touch at his clit, barely a brush of fingers.
“Shuraka.” Tei whispered, his voice was strained, barely there.
Shuraka grabbed the front of his pussy, his hand big enough to encapsulate all of it. Tei groaned as the touch overstimulated his already abused pussy. They had been going at it for hours. Shuraka traced his lips, soaked in slick, all resistance gone.
His nails dug in Tei's thighs as he lifted his leg, positioning himself in between.
“One more round.” He promised Tei who did not believe him at all. It must've been their fourth 'last round'.
Both of them let out a moan-together as Shuraka entered him. He let Tei breathe for a minute, adjusting to the intrusion, squirming his body. Shuraka's arms squeezed around Tei's waist, holding him close. Then he began, thrusting, a constant rhythm. He did it like he ruled, absolute dominance, not allowing the other to breathe. With each hard thrust of his hips he was burrowing himself deep inside Tei.
It began as normal. Shuraka entering him, taking control of his body. Doing to him whatever he wished, stringing him along to his whims.
“Slow down.” Tei gasped, panicking as a weird sensation took root in his abdomen, like a slow trickle of water being poured, slowly, rising higher, lingering at the edge of the container. As if a slight jolt could topple it over. Shuraka worked his way around his prostate, carefully maneuvering, giving him just enough to feel it, teasing slowly. He brushed against it, sending a delicious jolt of friction- a dangerous jolt. A spark of pleasure and hints of...something else.
“Wait no Shuraka-” Tei panted, once he realized what the sensation was. He was barely coherent enough to form words, too far gone to explain to him to stop, too deep in his pleasure. He tried regardless. He squirmed in his hold, as if that could let him escape. As if that didn't entire Shuraka more, his hold on him tightening.
“I have to-Ah!” Tei stuttered, gasping in a moan, his voice was thin. No one had ever seen him like this, a drooling mess on his cock. No one ever will. The pressure pushed insistently against his bladder, sending uncomfortable tingles through his body. It seemed as if Shuraka was specifically aiming for that spot. Tei gasped,“-bathroom.”
Tei wanted to die from the sensation-utterly overwhelming, the mattress shaking under him.
Shuraka seemed to fall in a rhythm, content with pounding in his beloved, watching him twitch with pleasure-and something more. There was something so delightful in his flushed expression, the desperation in his voice with which he pleaded with him.
“Listen to me.”
“I am”, said Shuraka murmuring, trying to sooth him knowing very well that Tei had given the control of his body over to him. He didn’t know how to. Shuraka pressed his lips against his skin, making sure that his lips lingered, making sure to kiss every inch. To worship every part of him, every dip in his body, every curve.
Shuraka smiled against his skin. He wanted to see all the reactions he could pull out from his body, to take and take, gather them in a little box, all his. His to devour. His to please.
Tei sobbed from how hard Shuraka pushed inside him, shaking him, reshaping his body.
Shuraka picked him up, his arms positioned at the underside of his thighs, his back flush against his chest.
“What are you-” Tei was cut off with a moan as Shuraka's length thrummed inside his body, his walls adjusting to him, greedily sucking around him.
Tei flushed at the way his front was exposed, his innermost parts being caressed by the air as his husband began to move. His steps were gentle as he carried him over, through the doorway into their bathroom.
The tiles were cold beneath Shuraka’s feet but he didn’t pay them any heed, content with the way his wife was twitching in his hold as he moved in him-just a little.
He stopped infront of the toilet.
Tei flushed the brightest shade of red once he realized what he wanted from him.
He wanted the earth to split open and swallow him to save him from the mortification.
He wanted to see what would happen.
“Go ahead”, Shuraka cooed as his hands dug in his plump thighs as he positioned him before the toilet.
Tei couldn’t stop it. He really couldn’t. It started with little droplets, running down his thighs. Hot against his skin, pouring. Shuraka pressed a kiss against his cheek, thrusting. Tei whimpered as the pressure pushed against his muscles, the wrong way, making him lose control.
His muscles fluttered uselessly as he tried to hold it in, tried to stop the flow-atleast reduce the ridiculous pressure with which it flowed. The steady relief as he got what he was denied, his muscles relaxing.
He groaned, biting his lips, trying to contain the sounds-failing. Tei threw his head back, as if that could prevent the shame that was streaked across his face.
“Good boy,” said Shuraka as he continued bucking into him, guiding him through it.
“Shuraka.”
“Shhh!” He whispered against his ear, his breath hot. “Let it all out.”
Tei did just that.
And Shuraka kept fucking him.
He kept fucking him through the entire thing.
He liked seeing Tei like this.
This was going to be a regular part of their nighttime activities.