Thinking of men who practically whimper during sex.
They’re above you, muscles taut and flexing as their hips roll into yours, stuttering and spasming with every thrust. Calling their pace sporadic would be generous – the thrusts are random, carnally snaping into you, as if he has no control over his own body. His breath is labored, deep pants that have hot breaths fanning across your lips, his eyes practically crossed as he stares heavy lidded down at you. There’s not an inch of space between your bodies – your nipples brush against his chest, pebbled and hard and driving him fucking crazy, his cock twitching inside you over and over again until you’re sure he'll come any moment. His forearms cage around your head, the heat radiating from his body making you dizzy as he picks up his pace, the feeling of your tight walls fluttering around him leaving his eyes rolling to the back of his head. It’s heaven, the coarse hairs right above his cock brushing against your sensitive bud with every thrust.
But oh – the sounds he makes are something sinful, downright unholy. They’re deep, starting as groans way down in his chest but slowly climbing to desperate little moans as they tumble past his lips, getting higher and thinner as he nears his end. He can’t look at you like this – he’s too embarrassed, the pleasure making his brain mush as he gasps and heaves out uneven, stuttered breaths.
But at a particularly tight clench around him, he’s suddenly falling forward, his face buried in your neck as he cries out your name, the syllables slurred and runny and god, is he chanting your name? It’s low, breathy, in time with every smack of his hips against yours, heavy balls clapping against your ass as you lick your lips and groan.
Soon your name becomes pleas, little begs that leave you scratching your nails down his back, surely leaving lines you know he’ll wear like trophies tomorrow.
F-fuck, oh fuck oh fuck, just like th-that baby, fuck!
Feels so, mmm o-oh, feels so good, ‘m gonna come s’fast baby, fuck it’s all your fault –
Please let me come, wanna come so – so fuckin’ bad, wanna come in you baby fuck please!
Let me come i-inside, wanna – wanna stuff you so fucking full, oh god ‘m so close –
He’s nearly crying, big fat tears welling in his because he needs you to give him permission to come in that tight cunt of yours, to send ropes of white spurting inside you. He needs you to tell him he’s a good boy, that he deserves to get you sticky and spent, your pussy all puffy and musky.
And when you tell him yes, he can fuck his cum into you, he’s gone.
Suddenly he’s blabbering out slurred thank you’s, his hips bucking into you as he moans and whimpers and chokes on his own gasps, the sounds ringing in your ears as he stiffens up, body going taut and every muscle contracting and oh fuck oh fuck it’s coming he’s coming here it comes –
The moan he lets out is high, almost pained, almost sounding like your name. His eyes are squeezed shut, face still tucked against your neck, and you can feel the spurts of warm, runny cum as his cock twitches, over and over as if he’s trying to get every last drop into you, wanting to make sure you’re good and properly stuffed full. Stuffed full of him.
He’s shaking, his shoulders heaving as he peppers wet, slobbery kisses against your neck, cries of thank you and I love you spilling past his lips as his hips slowly begin moving again, his cock still painfully hard.
‘m sorry, he gasps, need to give you everything…
And, twenty minutes later, the cum slowly dribbling out of your used cunt will be proof – along with the strangled, choked moan he lets out as he watches it.
Keiji Akaashi, Atsumu Miya, Tobio Kageyama, Yuutarou Kindaichi, Kenji Futakuchi, Tsutomu Goshiki
