he did during my withdrawal days. The feel of his protective kisses helped me relax. After a few minutes, I finally felt loose enough to continue. I looked up to him and nodded, deeming myself ready for what was to come. “Are you sure?” He asked one more time. I nodded again, and he moved. God, it felt so strange. It hurt, but it felt so good. He continued moving in and out of me slowly, searching for that spot that made me scream earlier. When he did find it, the pleasure I felt escalated tenfold. I begged for him to move faster as the sounds of our moans mixed together in perfect harmony, just as our music always had. “Kyosuke… ah,” I moaned as my grip on my own arms switched to his shoulders. He held me close as he slammed into me harder and faster. He nibbled on my ear, and whispered, “Yuki, does it feel good?” He ended his sentence with a particularly hard thrust straight to that spot inside of me, and I screamed, leaving red scratch marks on his back. “S-so… good… Kyo!” I became totally incoherent from the pleasure I felt. It was amazing. I never thought anything could make me feel so… indescribably hot. The smell of our act mixed with the scent of our sweat as our lips meshed together again. This was completely new to me, yet everything felt so natural. Everything was how it should be. Everything was perfect. His hand moved down to stroke me, and then it became too much for me. I screamed his name and held on to him tightly, before I felt his own essence spill inside of me. He slowly pulled out and rolled over next to me before letting one arm drape over me. We were both completely exhausted. He pulled the blankets over us using his free arm before leaving another kiss on my cheek and silently whispering, “Oyasumi, Yuki. I love you.”
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