No, that's the obvious answer, of course he doesn't. There's not a single part of Ryuki that wants to feel the emptiness of not having Date inside of him, that wants to lose the feeling of being filled and having all the come he's been given plugged inside him by the solid weight of a still hard cock. It's ridiculous to think that he would want to give that up, to lose it when he's just got it, but at the same time...
Lying comfortably, taking Date's cock into his mouth, enjoying how it might feel, and taste, after all this time...
A shudder runs through his body, a little shiver of delight, and he hums, blinking the stick from his eyes as he shuffles a little, wiggling into Date and breathing out a soft, sweet noise of contentment. Each kiss is so wonderful that he feels warm and woozy, flushed with delight, and his smile is genuine as he looks at the other man. ]
If you want to stay, you can stay, but... [ He licks his lower lip. ] I'd like to try.
[ Ryuki's smile is so sweet, so genuine, that it almost breaks Date's heart. He's such a nice kid, such a good person, and Date wants him all to himself. He wants to hold him, to kiss him, to take care of him, and he doesn't want to ever lose him. It's been so long since he's been allowed to have such an attachment to someone like this and who would've thought it was under his nose the whole time?
Date sweeps back Ryuki's hair, tilting his head back so he can kiss him gently on the lips, still rolling his hips into him and keeping him full up. He does want to change positions, to have Ryuki mouth at him for as long as he wants, but he doesn't want to leave Ryuki feeling empty either. ]
Do you have a plug or a dildo I can put in you? Just tell me where it is and I'll get it. Then we can change positions.
[ Just... a hunch but with how delirious from pleasure Ryuki seems, he thinks the drop that'd come from being empty would be too much right now for him to tolerate. And Date is nothing if not an attentive lover when it comes to these kind of things. ]
[ Lost in the kiss for a moment, it takes time for Ryuki's brain to process what's being asked of him, feeling as if he's underwater or drunk, or something like it. It's not a bad feeling, and the content sense of peace he feels makes him all the happier to be here under Date, to lean into his kisses and pout just a little when it comes to an end, still greedy for more.
The question, though... Lifting his hand, he rubs at his eyes absently before he lifts an arm to point at his closet. So much for hiding the rope. ]
Yeah. There's a box in the back, a black one? There are things in there you can use.
[ It's mostly an embarrassingly small assortment of sex toys; two small fake dicks, a plug, some rope, lube... He's not as adventurous in reality as he has been in his dreams, until now. ]
[ Okay. Cool. That is very helpful and at least gives him a direction, but now he has to pull out of Ryuki and that's a little more upsetting than he'd like it to be. There's a frustrated sigh as he pulls back, after dropping one last kiss on Ryuki's forehead, of course. And then he's pushing up from his arms and slowly, ever so slowly, pulling out of Ryuki's hole. He's still hard, aching, really, but it doesn't matter to him as much as keeping Ryuki sated. ]
Just stay right here, I'll be right back.
[ One more fond rustle of Ryuki's hair and Date is rolling off the bed and to his feet. He doesn't seem to feel shame as he walks through Ryuki's bedroom naked and erect. And when he opens the closet door, he lets out a low whistle. He expected a closet, not a... whole second room. Or, well, a walk in closet. But still, this is almost bigger than his apartment!
He'll look around a little curiously before he finds the black box, opening it up and finding exactly what he's looking for. And... rope? Hm. Something to think about for later, he thinks. But for now, he's going to grab the plug. The dildos are hilariously small compared to his own dick and so, they offend him just a bit, but at least the plug will keep him stretched, if not full.
So, with almost a skip in his step, Date is going to come back to Ryuki in the bedroom, closing the closet door behind him. Ryuki is sprawled on his stomach on the bed and looking absolutely fucked out and gorgeous, in Date's opinion, which gets him leisurely tugging at his dick a bit as he steps closer to Ryuki. Then the return of hands on Ryuki's body as he spreads his cheeks and slips the plug into him securely.
It's after that that he gets back onto the bed, crawling against the pillows to lean back against the headboard, sitting up. He stretches his legs out in front of him and then pats the space between his spread legs for Ryuki. ]
[ Ryuki can admit, in his own head, that he doesn't like the feeling of Date pulling out.
He bites his tongue to stop himself making any kind of noise, his eyes following the older man as he goes across the room to the closet, and it gives him a little bit of time to be alone with his thoughts, to regroup and try to push the pieces of his brain back together when it feels as if it's disappearing from him. He's trying not to stare too openly at the flex of Date's ass or his hair or his sweaty skin or...
Fuck.
This is good, he thinks, it's great. Tilting his ass a little so he doesn't lose any come, he wonders what it'll be like in the morning, when the early sunlight robs them of the secrecy of night and all the things that come with it. He's been an officer for long enough that he knows that dangerous things happen at night, and this feels like one of those things, almost criminal with his desperation and the want for more. It's a burning need, really, and even when Date comes back Ryuki feels a strange ache, a fear - of losing this.
He's lost so much already, that having Date slip through his fingers... Having it all just... Go...
Battered out of his thoughts by the plug sliding too easily into his sore rim, he lifts his head to watch Date get into position. It's a little bit cringy, his dirty talk shifting from something hot to something a little on the edge of too close to silliness, but Ryuki doesn't complain.
Lifting himself up onto hands and knees, he crawls over and settles between Date's legs, resting his head on his thigh and lifting a hand to wrap around the still hard dick right there for the taking. Date really wasn't kidding... ]
Don't say it like that...
[ It's a weak protest, though, and he smiles as he leans in to slide his mouth down and over Date's cock. ]
[ The ironic thing is Date is kind of looking forward to sunrise. To having Ryuki cuddled up against his chest, petting his hair and feeling sated with him. Knowing that the two of them are wound together now, unable to be parted. It's a good feeling, isn't it? Being together. Not something he wants to give up for the world.
But for now he's focusing on Ryuki getting what he wants. Ryuki settles between his legs, resting his head on his thigh and Date reaches out to card fingers through his hair gently, to caress the side of his face for a moment. His touch is nothing but affection, nothing but care, and even though his dirty talk is cringy and silly, it's filled with sentiment. ]
Alright, alright, I won't. Not into that kind of stuff? I get it. Not my thing either.
[ He likes his women thick and milfy and he likes his men lithe and twinky. He doesn't need to treat them like a baby, no siree. But soon enough, Ryuki has his mouth enveloping his cock and Date groans, eyes falling closed and head falling back as the sweet heat takes over. He wasn't sure Ryuki would be able to take all of it, certainly not so quickly, but he took it pretty seamlessly which is... impressive. ]
Ryuki had been genuine when he'd said he had practiced, when he had wanted to make sure he could do something like this. He had been real about his aspirations, and while he wasn't entirely aware of just how large Date's cock is, he's had a reasonable amount of toys in his throat to get him used to the feeling. It's not perfect, and it's going to take time for him to be good enough by his own standards, but...
His body moves slowly, getting more comfortable as he starts to move.
Date's cock tastes like his come, and that's what Ryuki had wanted, the tempting salt-sweat that had been denied him for however longs they've been doing this, time meaningless when he's so happy and hazy. His hand rests on Date's other leg, stroking close to the seam of his hip, enjoying the edge of hair and soft skin, being surrounded by Date again but at a different angle, a different memory to lock away.
If anyone were to Psync with him in the future, it would be like walking onto the set of a porno movie, and it would be the worst day of his life for sure.
It's hard to look up at him with his mouth full of cock, but he hums happily, pleased to be here and happy enough to just be a wet, willing mouth to warm Date's cock. ]
[ They can sit like this, for a while. Date feels so soothed in his own way as Ryuki swallows his cock down and just... lays there with it, mouthing at him softly and swallowing around him. He lets his gaze drop down to Ryuki, his hand nestled in his mess of hair and stroking slowly and he just takes him in in fully. The flush and sweat of Ryuki's skin, the come staining his inner thighs and ass, the bit of the plug he can see nestled between Ryuki's ass cheeks.
Yeah, this is nice. Perfect. Indulgent. Date can't help the soft smile on his face as he sits like this with Ryuki. And honestly, he's content to stay like that for... a long time. He wants to come, of course, but with the way Ryuki mouths on him, it keeps him right on that pleasurable edge where this is all just enough for him and not enough at all. He sighs, happy, as he continues to pet Ryuki's hair and moans softly at another swallow around his cock. ]
How is he meant to answer with a dick in his mouth?
That inspires a little bit of surliness in him in spite of the contentment he feels, thumb pressing a little harder into Date's thigh as he gives another soft noise around the cock in his mouth, enough that he's sure Date could feel it. Is that answer enough? He's never had to worry about actually talking to other people when he had been doing this solo, and it makes him wonder if he should have kept Tama...
No, no way. The worst. And Aiba isn't even here.
One eye stares up at Date as he lies in place, basically suckling around his cock despite his earlier protests, hand sliding up to rest on Date's stomach and stroke there, too. It's comfortable, nice, actually, and he hopes that the other man gets it - gets how good this makes him feel. ]
[ At the thumb pressing into him, Date blinks, looking down at Ryuki and catching the surliness on his face. It's enough to make Date laugh a little, his hand ruffling Ryuki's hair in return and just teasing him. ]
Sorry, sorry. You don't have to talk, I promise. Just stay like you are.
[ They don't need Aiba and Tama to communicate. Date can still read Ryuki well enough just like this and he knows what he's looking for. Knows what he needs. He knows that they just need each other really and that's satisfying enough. So, he's going to settle back again, closing his eyes and letting his head rest against the headboard, as he lets Ryuki suckle on his cock and he feels it in return.
He thinks he gets it, how good this feels for Ryuki. If it's anything like how good it feels for him. ]
[ Stay like you are, Date says, and Ryuki takes it to heart.
He's not entirely sure how long passes as he allows himself to indulge in this, the contentment of Date's fingers stroking through his hair and his cock resting almost innocently in his mouth. It's still hard, the adrenaline still pumping through Date's body and making him stay erect despite coming, but that's fine with Ryuki, too. It's good practice for another time, where he might actually go down on Date properly.
His fingers stroke along his leg absently, idle, tender movements and touches that seek to show just how much he cares about this man, thumbing against the curve of his knee, the hard slope of his shin, back up to his thigh, palm flat against the muscle there. He's so strong, survived so much, and even if he is cringe and embarrassing and so much to deal with... He brings so much light to Ryuki's world.
The gentle touches become the brush of his thumb, back and forward, his eye shutting as he enjoys it, his free arm curling around Date and holding himself close, happy to stay like that for as long as Date can handle being still. ]
[ While Date has no refractory period, even he's not able to hold an erection that long without stimulation. So, eventually, his cock does soften in Ryuki's mouth but he doesn't make any movement to get Ryuki to suck him back to hardness or anything like that. No, he just continues to sit there with Ryuki's mouth on him, soothing and wonderful as it is.
It's a few hours, honestly, which is not really that hard for him. Not with this low level of stimulation and innate indecency of the act. His attention drifts here and there but every time he even gets a little bit bored, he remembers his cock is in Ryuki's mouth and it twitches slightly with renewed arousal before he groans softly and settles again.
It's only late at night, maybe around midnight or one am, that there is some interruption with the sound of Date's stomach growling. His eyes open from his mild dozing when it happens and he grins a little sheepish, the hand that has stilled in Ryuki's hair renewing his petting as he looks down at the other man. ]
Sorry. You still feeling good? We don't have to stop or anything.
It's not something he can explain with words. He's still thinking - about the taste of Date's dick, about the fingers brushing idly through his hair, the prickly heat of the room and the sticky feeling of his own come on his skin and the plug in his ass - but none of it matters all that much. It's too comfortable and peaceful here, relaxing into the sensation of feeling almost cherished as he lies, suckling on Date's cock.
It is the sound of his stomach that draws him back into something like consciousness, his eyes widening as he realises he's been lying her, almost selfishly, for too long now, Date's dick losing its hardness from lack of anything. Slowly, swallowing as he goes, he draws his mouth off the other man's dick and sits up, kneeling between Date's legs and gazing at him.
It makes the plug move inside him, and he shivers a little. ]
We - it's okay to take a break, if you're hungry. I have food.
[ ... He wants to kiss him, but... It's not really in the moment any more, and he's just had a dick in his throat for hours. ]
[ There's that cuteness aggression he gets around Ryuki again. As the guy pulls off his cock and kneels between legs, looking so shy now and hesitancy all in his expression. Date doesn't hesitate then, lifting a hand to settle it on Ryuki's shoulder and rubbing up and down his arm, especially after that shiver he sees roll through Ryuki's body. Just soothing, all he wants to be.
Date is, of course, pretty learned in these things because he has to be. So, he's well aware that Ryuki's been in subspace for the past few hours and it's his job as his... dom, he guesses, to take care of him. And in a way, letting Ryuki take care of him instead, by preparing him food, is a perfectly fine way to let Ryuki come out of subspace and back to reality.
His hand slides up to the back of Ryuki's neck though, pulling him in and pressing his mouth against Ryuki's in a sweet kiss. Slow, gentle, tender, he kisses Ryuki with soft affection and nothing but. His eyes closed, a soft breath leaving him as their mouths move together and before it becomes a little too much, he'll pull away and ruffle Ryuki's hair again. With his hand still resting flat on Ryuki's head, he smiles at him. ]
Let's go get some food then. You probably should eat too, you know.
[ The kiss is good, really good, and Ryuki lets himself enjoy it for a little bit longer as his thoughts come back to himself, and he feels as if he's back from being underwater, like sinking into a hot bath. It'd not dissimilar to the calm of Tama helping him out through one of his panic attacks or settling his mind after something has gone wrong, but it feels a little easier with Date, given - well.
All of it.
Still pliant and a little flustered, he smiles at Date as he tilts his head, his single eye watching him. He wonders how obvious it is that he's devoted, how clear it is that his heart is in Date's hands, or if only having one eye masks the depth of his feelings better than two might. It's not important right now, but at least he can tuck the thought away for later. Maybe he can practice in the mirror or something, hiding his thoughts and pretending he isn't feeling things... Could be useful. ]
I'll lead the way to the kitchen.
[ Slowly, biting his lip at the shift of the plug still inside him, Ryuki gets out of the bed. He should wear something, even if there's no one else around in his too big house filled with grief and memories, but he hesitates at the pile of clothes on the floor. Date's shirt is right there, and he bets it'll cover him, too big and kind of perfect, smelling like him and a little soft...
Turning back to Date, he smiles and offers his hand, resisting the urge to cover himself with the free arm. ]
[ Date likes to think he's pretty good at reading Ryuki. His rookie is an anxious animal who thrives off of praise and needs reassurance more often than not. He's so cute it makes Date want to fall apart sometimes and now that he's his... now that he belongs to Date, Date is more than allowed to indulge in that cuteness, in that reassurance. Despite this, Date hasn't pegged how deep Ryuki's feelings go because part of him can't quite believe it.
Ryuki having that level of deep affection for him? When he's just... Kaname Date, pervert and detective? He doesn't know what to think about that. But for now, he watches as Ryuki climbs off the bed and follows after him, shifting slowly and stretching out now that they're moving positions. He sits at the edge of the bed, stretching his arms above him and cracking his back slightly which is why he's a beat behind Ryuki when he's standing next to the clothes. So, he doesn't catch him looking at the clothes but does see him turn, offer his hand.
Date, of course, takes his hand in both of his hands, lifting it up to press a smattering of kisses to Ryuki's knuckles, grinning at him broadly afterwards as he rests his chin on Ryuki's knuckles while holding his hand up. ]
Good thing you live alone, huh? Last time Mizuki caught me undressed at home she set me on fire.
[ As in, yes, set Date on fire. Himself. Not his clothes. Not his porno mags. Him.
Either way, he drops Ryuki's hand with his to lace their fingers together and will gesture for Ryuki to lead the way, ready to walk hand in hand with him as they go. ]
[ How does Date do all this stuff without getting even a little embarrassed?
Ryuki is mortified by the idea of turning around and kissing him, staggered by the notion of leaning down to touch the other man, to run fingers through his hair, to touch him all over. Even when they’d literally been fucking only a few hours ago he still feels anxious and shy, as if one wrong move might end this and Date will leave him, drive off into the night all satisfied and happy and leaving Ryuki to dwell.
It’s impossible for him to imagine giving in to the easy affection he yearns for, to take and take as if he deserves it, because he truly feels as if he doesn’t. Date doesn’t seem to think twice or second guess, doesn’t seem to question anything he does, confident and proud and satisfied, and Ryuki… He struggles to buy groceries sometimes.
Fingers link with his own all the same, and his eye widens, heart stuttering in his throat before he nods. ]
Yeah.
[ I love you.
The walk to the kitchen is quick enough, a wide open space with a floating breakfast bar in the middle and an American style fridge that Ryuki tugs Date over, his hand squeezing his fingers gently. Inside are various boxes of premade bento, some snacks, bottles of iced coffee and ramune hidden behind the water, and a random assortment of snacks that need to be kept cool.
He rubs the back of his head with his free hand. ]
[ It just... doesn't feel like something he should hesitate on. Date's never second guessed himself or felt shame when it comes to feelings of arousal. He doesn't even question it when he pulls out a porno mag to read something before a fight with a bunch of guys. He doesn't hesitate to ask Hitomi to smell her shoes or make a lewd comment to Aiba. So why, when it comes to feelings of affection, of wanting to make Ryuki know how important he is to him, would he hesitate here as well?
Date is honestly a guy who craves commitment. Which is why he hasn't pursued Hitomi properly despite their history. Once he finds someone, he kind of wants that to be ... it. His life is too complicated and filled with too much hardship to let his heart be trampled on by people who don't get him. It's why cabaret clubs are easier, why chasing after a hostess who doesn't want him doesn't phase him.
Then Ryuki expressed his desire and they stumbled into this and — and it feels right. Why was the decision so much easier for him to make than the one with Hitomi? He dwelled for ages over even speaking to Hitomi, let alone asking her out. But with Ryuki, it felt like a switch flipped for him and he knew this is what he wanted. Maybe... that's what he was waiting for...?
A fresh start. A new love. Someone who could really understand him.
He wouldn't do this for a fling though. He expects them to date. Expects it to be complicated as well because of their lives, their careers, but there's something sweet he thinks about the two of them being psyncers by day and coming home to each other at night. Maybe it won't be so bad, to watch Ryuki's career grow on the sidelines, as not just his mentor but his boyfriend as well?
Back to the present though, he feels happy as they walk through the house, as Ryuki leads him to the kitchen. And when Ryuki shows him what's on offer, he does let go of his hand so he can grab a bento and an iced coffee. He'll look around, asking where the chopsticks are before going to grab them and get to work eating the bento as he leans against the counter, nude as can be but perfectly comfortable.
And chidingly, in a bit of a dad kind of way, he insists — ]
Ryuki has been alone for a long time. His parents first, then his brother, stolen from him by accidents that haunt him, leaving him alone in a giant house with only his own echoes and heartbeat to keep him company. Sometimes, when he graduated and was starting his work at ABIS, he felt like he was more of a ghost than a person, standing in rooms until too much time had passed, forgetting what he was meant to be doing to the agony of isolation.
It’s why Tama was such a godsend for him, an angel in a strange horny outfit. When he wandered around alone and got morose she’d draw him out, she’d nudge him when he spent too long in one place, she’d remind him of what they were meant to be doing. She knew him and understood him, and she helped to protect him from himself in a way he never knew he needed.
Having Date fill the spaces in this empty house was going to hurt when he left, back onto his car to go home, to find Mizuki and the family he has for himself. He’s vaguely aware of what else is waiting for the other man back in the real world, and he won’t demand more than he already has. He’s already taken too much, greedy hands grasping at the only person he’s ever loved in his entire life.
It’s stupid. It’s so stupid.
Grabbing his own bento, smaller than Date’s, he grabs a bottle of water and chopsticks and begins to eat slowly, picking at the rice and meat as he shivers from the cool air. The fridge hadn’t helped, and it’s night now, so the air has settled into the colder temperatures.
He watches Date out of the corner of his eye, and then… ]
[ Ryuki is too far from him. That's what he decides as they finally both settle with their bentos and start to eat. So, Date moves closer, much too close, until their shoulders are pressed together and they're lined up against each other, both picking at their bentos at the breakfast bar together. He even turns his head to smear a kiss against Ryuki's temple before going back to his bento.
What does he want to do after? Hm. Well, he knows what the horny brain in him wants and he supposes there's no shame in asking after it. But he's not sure if Ryuki wants to have sex again or if he just wants to spend the rest of the night sleeping or something. He did say he could go as long as Date could go and that he could keep up but could he really? Could he?
After sucking idly on the end of his chopsticks in thought, he just goes for it. ]
I want to fuck you again. But this time with you on your back so I can kiss you. Missionary style.
[ What he really wants and won't reveal until they get there: is that he wants to fuck Ryuki nice and slow and deep and tender. Wants to shower him in affection and see if he can make Ryuki cry with it. He wonders if it's too early in their relationship for that but he's aching for it. Aching to just make tender love to Ryuki in a way that has his gut twisted up with arousal. ]
[ The heat of Date’s body next to him settles him down and he relaxes, finally eating a little more, his racing heart slowing to a more appropriate pace. It feels oddly domestic despite how weird the situation is: he’s not sure there are that many married couples that have marathon sex and then eat bentos with a plug in their ass. Maybe they are, it’s not like he’d know anything about that.
Carefully, as if afraid Date will bolt like a wild animal, he rests his head on his shoulder.
The quiet is nice. Even when Date replies, he’s able to handle it without going off the wall or blushing so hard he feels faint, nodding his head with a dazed eagerness that’s becoming more and more familiar to him the longer he spends in this man’s company. ]
I’d like to.
[ He can keep going. Ryuki said he’d handle all of Date and he meant it.
Eventually he’s done eating, most of the bento left as he packages it back up and it’s it back in the fridge for the morning. He’d waited until Date was done too, tidying up after him before he grabs his water and hesitates. He wants to hold his hand again, to link their fingers, but he won’t ask for him. Needy, too needy, he has to be made of sterner stuff. So… ]
[ If Date's involved, that's just how the domesticity is going to go. A tiger can't change its stripes and Date can't change who he is, he only goes forth boldly and embraces the challenge of being himself. That's all. And when Ryuki does rest his head on his shoulder, the only thing he gets in response is a kiss pressed to his forehead before Date returns to eating.
He finishes his bento all the way, in contrast to Ryuki, but lets Ryuki clean it up for him. He'll crack open the can of iced coffee, drinking half of it down before he turns to Ryuki, who seems to be waiting for him so they can return to his bedroom. Without thinking, he takes Ryuki's hand again, lacing their fingers together with an idle hum. ]
Yeah, that's what I'm going to do.
[ A squeeze to his hand and since he knows the way now, he'll start dragging Ryuki with him back to the bedroom, carrying the can of iced coffee in his other hand as they go. It takes no time for him to get back to Ryuki's bedroom, finishing the iced coffee along the way and setting the empty can down on his bedside table. He'll plop down on the edge of the bed then, patting his lap to encourage Ryuki to come straddle him. He's not hard yet but he has full intention of getting there with Ryuki's mouth on his own. ]
Come, come, let me pull that plug out of you first.
Why would he hesitate when this is what he wants? It’s been long enough now that his body has relaxed and reenergised itself, that he thinks he’ll be able to get hard and come now they’re going to have sex again. It’s been twice already, almost three times, but he’s sure he can do it, confident in his ability to keep up and be good for Date, to bask in bright light of his easy affection.
One of his arms wraps around Date’s neck to anchor himself, the other rests around his waist near his hip, and Ryuki breathes out softly.
Straddling Date like this stretches his legs, obviously, and that makes the plug still inside him feel like a little bit too much and not enough at the same time, especially with the pressure of the coke still in him. It’s going to be messy, but it’s necessary if he’s going to be fucked again.
[ Ryuki is so god damn cute. Ahh, it's near infuriating to Date how cute he finds Ryuki, how much he wants him, how right it feels to have him here in his lap and kissing him with his arms wrapped around his waist. He's just so damn perfect and Date wonders if he'll be allowed to say that eventually, to tell Ryuki how perfect he is, and how much Date wants him. Everything's kind of escalated so fast after that initial text conversation and it's like — it's like it was meant to, of course. Like this is what they were feeling underneath it all the whole time.
Which, you know, maybe it was.
So, they'll kiss and Date will kiss Ryuki with eager swipes of his tongue, sucking on Ryuki's and licking into his mouth. At the same time, his hands explore down his back and over his hips before spreading his cheeks, kneading his ass in his palms. Then he slides one of his hands between him to gently tug at the plug, so gently, because he knows it's going to feel strange to not have it in after so long.
The plug comes free eventually and Date sets it to the side, on the bedside table, stretching out to set it there even as they kiss. And then his arms go back to enveloping Ryuki in them, one arm around his shoulder and the other around his waist. Which gives him the perfect leverage to, as they kiss, lift Ryuki up and roll them over in one fell swoop so Ryuki lands with his back on the bed and Date on top of him, Ryuki's legs on either side of him still.
He'll pull off the kiss then, breathing hard and flushed, his hair a wild mess from all they've done tonight. He grins, sharp, down at Ryuki and doesn't say anything — just surges forward to kiss him again. ]
All the kissing is everything he’s wanted, curled into Date and shaking a claim on the taste of him, their tongues brushing as they deepen it, Ryuki ready to memorise the shape of his teeth and so he can fantasise about it later. Even when Date reaches down to pull the plug out of him he tries not to stop kissing him, taking and taking so that he can tuck it into the back of his mind and use it for fantasy fodder later.
Need builds inside him again now, a coil in his stomach that twists and spreads around his body like wildfire. Using the thermal imaging on him now would show him alight from head to toe, his cock getting hard between his legs and his fingers shaking as they stroke through the other man’s hair, feeling the trickle of come released from the barrier of the plug.
He feels so wet, primed for Date to fuck him, maybe needing a little more lube but also maybe not, because the ache of it sounds hot too.
Whatever Date wants. He’ll be good enough.
Tilting into the kiss, he keeps his legs wide, welcoming him, grinding his dick against whatever part of Date he can reach, feeling surrounded. He wants to - he wants to have him again, until he can’t move from how many times he’s come, until he can’t take anymore. ]
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No, that's the obvious answer, of course he doesn't. There's not a single part of Ryuki that wants to feel the emptiness of not having Date inside of him, that wants to lose the feeling of being filled and having all the come he's been given plugged inside him by the solid weight of a still hard cock. It's ridiculous to think that he would want to give that up, to lose it when he's just got it, but at the same time...
Lying comfortably, taking Date's cock into his mouth, enjoying how it might feel, and taste, after all this time...
A shudder runs through his body, a little shiver of delight, and he hums, blinking the stick from his eyes as he shuffles a little, wiggling into Date and breathing out a soft, sweet noise of contentment. Each kiss is so wonderful that he feels warm and woozy, flushed with delight, and his smile is genuine as he looks at the other man. ]
If you want to stay, you can stay, but... [ He licks his lower lip. ] I'd like to try.
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Date sweeps back Ryuki's hair, tilting his head back so he can kiss him gently on the lips, still rolling his hips into him and keeping him full up. He does want to change positions, to have Ryuki mouth at him for as long as he wants, but he doesn't want to leave Ryuki feeling empty either. ]
Do you have a plug or a dildo I can put in you? Just tell me where it is and I'll get it. Then we can change positions.
[ Just... a hunch but with how delirious from pleasure Ryuki seems, he thinks the drop that'd come from being empty would be too much right now for him to tolerate. And Date is nothing if not an attentive lover when it comes to these kind of things. ]
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The question, though... Lifting his hand, he rubs at his eyes absently before he lifts an arm to point at his closet. So much for hiding the rope. ]
Yeah. There's a box in the back, a black one? There are things in there you can use.
[ It's mostly an embarrassingly small assortment of sex toys; two small fake dicks, a plug, some rope, lube... He's not as adventurous in reality as he has been in his dreams, until now. ]
Whatever you want is fine.
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Just stay right here, I'll be right back.
[ One more fond rustle of Ryuki's hair and Date is rolling off the bed and to his feet. He doesn't seem to feel shame as he walks through Ryuki's bedroom naked and erect. And when he opens the closet door, he lets out a low whistle. He expected a closet, not a... whole second room. Or, well, a walk in closet. But still, this is almost bigger than his apartment!
He'll look around a little curiously before he finds the black box, opening it up and finding exactly what he's looking for. And... rope? Hm. Something to think about for later, he thinks. But for now, he's going to grab the plug. The dildos are hilariously small compared to his own dick and so, they offend him just a bit, but at least the plug will keep him stretched, if not full.
So, with almost a skip in his step, Date is going to come back to Ryuki in the bedroom, closing the closet door behind him. Ryuki is sprawled on his stomach on the bed and looking absolutely fucked out and gorgeous, in Date's opinion, which gets him leisurely tugging at his dick a bit as he steps closer to Ryuki. Then the return of hands on Ryuki's body as he spreads his cheeks and slips the plug into him securely.
It's after that that he gets back onto the bed, crawling against the pillows to lean back against the headboard, sitting up. He stretches his legs out in front of him and then pats the space between his spread legs for Ryuki. ]
C'mere, baby. I got your bottle ready for you.
[ Lay here and suck on him, thanks. ]
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He bites his tongue to stop himself making any kind of noise, his eyes following the older man as he goes across the room to the closet, and it gives him a little bit of time to be alone with his thoughts, to regroup and try to push the pieces of his brain back together when it feels as if it's disappearing from him. He's trying not to stare too openly at the flex of Date's ass or his hair or his sweaty skin or...
Fuck.
This is good, he thinks, it's great. Tilting his ass a little so he doesn't lose any come, he wonders what it'll be like in the morning, when the early sunlight robs them of the secrecy of night and all the things that come with it. He's been an officer for long enough that he knows that dangerous things happen at night, and this feels like one of those things, almost criminal with his desperation and the want for more. It's a burning need, really, and even when Date comes back Ryuki feels a strange ache, a fear - of losing this.
He's lost so much already, that having Date slip through his fingers... Having it all just... Go...
Battered out of his thoughts by the plug sliding too easily into his sore rim, he lifts his head to watch Date get into position. It's a little bit cringy, his dirty talk shifting from something hot to something a little on the edge of too close to silliness, but Ryuki doesn't complain.
Lifting himself up onto hands and knees, he crawls over and settles between Date's legs, resting his head on his thigh and lifting a hand to wrap around the still hard dick right there for the taking. Date really wasn't kidding... ]
Don't say it like that...
[ It's a weak protest, though, and he smiles as he leans in to slide his mouth down and over Date's cock. ]
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But for now he's focusing on Ryuki getting what he wants. Ryuki settles between his legs, resting his head on his thigh and Date reaches out to card fingers through his hair gently, to caress the side of his face for a moment. His touch is nothing but affection, nothing but care, and even though his dirty talk is cringy and silly, it's filled with sentiment. ]
Alright, alright, I won't. Not into that kind of stuff? I get it. Not my thing either.
[ He likes his women thick and milfy and he likes his men lithe and twinky. He doesn't need to treat them like a baby, no siree. But soon enough, Ryuki has his mouth enveloping his cock and Date groans, eyes falling closed and head falling back as the sweet heat takes over. He wasn't sure Ryuki would be able to take all of it, certainly not so quickly, but he took it pretty seamlessly which is... impressive. ]
... Shit. That's hot.
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Ryuki had been genuine when he'd said he had practiced, when he had wanted to make sure he could do something like this. He had been real about his aspirations, and while he wasn't entirely aware of just how large Date's cock is, he's had a reasonable amount of toys in his throat to get him used to the feeling. It's not perfect, and it's going to take time for him to be good enough by his own standards, but...
His body moves slowly, getting more comfortable as he starts to move.
Date's cock tastes like his come, and that's what Ryuki had wanted, the tempting salt-sweat that had been denied him for however longs they've been doing this, time meaningless when he's so happy and hazy. His hand rests on Date's other leg, stroking close to the seam of his hip, enjoying the edge of hair and soft skin, being surrounded by Date again but at a different angle, a different memory to lock away.
If anyone were to Psync with him in the future, it would be like walking onto the set of a porno movie, and it would be the worst day of his life for sure.
It's hard to look up at him with his mouth full of cock, but he hums happily, pleased to be here and happy enough to just be a wet, willing mouth to warm Date's cock. ]
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Yeah, this is nice. Perfect. Indulgent. Date can't help the soft smile on his face as he sits like this with Ryuki. And honestly, he's content to stay like that for... a long time. He wants to come, of course, but with the way Ryuki mouths on him, it keeps him right on that pleasurable edge where this is all just enough for him and not enough at all. He sighs, happy, as he continues to pet Ryuki's hair and moans softly at another swallow around his cock. ]
This is nice, huh?
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How is he meant to answer with a dick in his mouth?
That inspires a little bit of surliness in him in spite of the contentment he feels, thumb pressing a little harder into Date's thigh as he gives another soft noise around the cock in his mouth, enough that he's sure Date could feel it. Is that answer enough? He's never had to worry about actually talking to other people when he had been doing this solo, and it makes him wonder if he should have kept Tama...
No, no way. The worst. And Aiba isn't even here.
One eye stares up at Date as he lies in place, basically suckling around his cock despite his earlier protests, hand sliding up to rest on Date's stomach and stroke there, too. It's comfortable, nice, actually, and he hopes that the other man gets it - gets how good this makes him feel. ]
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Sorry, sorry. You don't have to talk, I promise. Just stay like you are.
[ They don't need Aiba and Tama to communicate. Date can still read Ryuki well enough just like this and he knows what he's looking for. Knows what he needs. He knows that they just need each other really and that's satisfying enough. So, he's going to settle back again, closing his eyes and letting his head rest against the headboard, as he lets Ryuki suckle on his cock and he feels it in return.
He thinks he gets it, how good this feels for Ryuki. If it's anything like how good it feels for him. ]
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He's not entirely sure how long passes as he allows himself to indulge in this, the contentment of Date's fingers stroking through his hair and his cock resting almost innocently in his mouth. It's still hard, the adrenaline still pumping through Date's body and making him stay erect despite coming, but that's fine with Ryuki, too. It's good practice for another time, where he might actually go down on Date properly.
His fingers stroke along his leg absently, idle, tender movements and touches that seek to show just how much he cares about this man, thumbing against the curve of his knee, the hard slope of his shin, back up to his thigh, palm flat against the muscle there. He's so strong, survived so much, and even if he is cringe and embarrassing and so much to deal with... He brings so much light to Ryuki's world.
The gentle touches become the brush of his thumb, back and forward, his eye shutting as he enjoys it, his free arm curling around Date and holding himself close, happy to stay like that for as long as Date can handle being still. ]
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It's a few hours, honestly, which is not really that hard for him. Not with this low level of stimulation and innate indecency of the act. His attention drifts here and there but every time he even gets a little bit bored, he remembers his cock is in Ryuki's mouth and it twitches slightly with renewed arousal before he groans softly and settles again.
It's only late at night, maybe around midnight or one am, that there is some interruption with the sound of Date's stomach growling. His eyes open from his mild dozing when it happens and he grins a little sheepish, the hand that has stilled in Ryuki's hair renewing his petting as he looks down at the other man. ]
Sorry. You still feeling good? We don't have to stop or anything.
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It's not something he can explain with words. He's still thinking - about the taste of Date's dick, about the fingers brushing idly through his hair, the prickly heat of the room and the sticky feeling of his own come on his skin and the plug in his ass - but none of it matters all that much. It's too comfortable and peaceful here, relaxing into the sensation of feeling almost cherished as he lies, suckling on Date's cock.
It is the sound of his stomach that draws him back into something like consciousness, his eyes widening as he realises he's been lying her, almost selfishly, for too long now, Date's dick losing its hardness from lack of anything. Slowly, swallowing as he goes, he draws his mouth off the other man's dick and sits up, kneeling between Date's legs and gazing at him.
It makes the plug move inside him, and he shivers a little. ]
We - it's okay to take a break, if you're hungry. I have food.
[ ... He wants to kiss him, but... It's not really in the moment any more, and he's just had a dick in his throat for hours. ]
It won't take long.
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Date is, of course, pretty learned in these things because he has to be. So, he's well aware that Ryuki's been in subspace for the past few hours and it's his job as his... dom, he guesses, to take care of him. And in a way, letting Ryuki take care of him instead, by preparing him food, is a perfectly fine way to let Ryuki come out of subspace and back to reality.
His hand slides up to the back of Ryuki's neck though, pulling him in and pressing his mouth against Ryuki's in a sweet kiss. Slow, gentle, tender, he kisses Ryuki with soft affection and nothing but. His eyes closed, a soft breath leaving him as their mouths move together and before it becomes a little too much, he'll pull away and ruffle Ryuki's hair again. With his hand still resting flat on Ryuki's head, he smiles at him. ]
Let's go get some food then. You probably should eat too, you know.
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All of it.
Still pliant and a little flustered, he smiles at Date as he tilts his head, his single eye watching him. He wonders how obvious it is that he's devoted, how clear it is that his heart is in Date's hands, or if only having one eye masks the depth of his feelings better than two might. It's not important right now, but at least he can tuck the thought away for later. Maybe he can practice in the mirror or something, hiding his thoughts and pretending he isn't feeling things... Could be useful. ]
I'll lead the way to the kitchen.
[ Slowly, biting his lip at the shift of the plug still inside him, Ryuki gets out of the bed. He should wear something, even if there's no one else around in his too big house filled with grief and memories, but he hesitates at the pile of clothes on the floor. Date's shirt is right there, and he bets it'll cover him, too big and kind of perfect, smelling like him and a little soft...
Turning back to Date, he smiles and offers his hand, resisting the urge to cover himself with the free arm. ]
Let's go.
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Ryuki having that level of deep affection for him? When he's just... Kaname Date, pervert and detective? He doesn't know what to think about that. But for now, he watches as Ryuki climbs off the bed and follows after him, shifting slowly and stretching out now that they're moving positions. He sits at the edge of the bed, stretching his arms above him and cracking his back slightly which is why he's a beat behind Ryuki when he's standing next to the clothes. So, he doesn't catch him looking at the clothes but does see him turn, offer his hand.
Date, of course, takes his hand in both of his hands, lifting it up to press a smattering of kisses to Ryuki's knuckles, grinning at him broadly afterwards as he rests his chin on Ryuki's knuckles while holding his hand up. ]
Good thing you live alone, huh? Last time Mizuki caught me undressed at home she set me on fire.
[ As in, yes, set Date on fire. Himself. Not his clothes. Not his porno mags. Him.
Either way, he drops Ryuki's hand with his to lace their fingers together and will gesture for Ryuki to lead the way, ready to walk hand in hand with him as they go. ]
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Ryuki is mortified by the idea of turning around and kissing him, staggered by the notion of leaning down to touch the other man, to run fingers through his hair, to touch him all over. Even when they’d literally been fucking only a few hours ago he still feels anxious and shy, as if one wrong move might end this and Date will leave him, drive off into the night all satisfied and happy and leaving Ryuki to dwell.
It’s impossible for him to imagine giving in to the easy affection he yearns for, to take and take as if he deserves it, because he truly feels as if he doesn’t. Date doesn’t seem to think twice or second guess, doesn’t seem to question anything he does, confident and proud and satisfied, and Ryuki… He struggles to buy groceries sometimes.
Fingers link with his own all the same, and his eye widens, heart stuttering in his throat before he nods. ]
Yeah.
[ I love you.
The walk to the kitchen is quick enough, a wide open space with a floating breakfast bar in the middle and an American style fridge that Ryuki tugs Date over, his hand squeezing his fingers gently. Inside are various boxes of premade bento, some snacks, bottles of iced coffee and ramune hidden behind the water, and a random assortment of snacks that need to be kept cool.
He rubs the back of his head with his free hand. ]
Uh… Help yourself.
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Date is honestly a guy who craves commitment. Which is why he hasn't pursued Hitomi properly despite their history. Once he finds someone, he kind of wants that to be ... it. His life is too complicated and filled with too much hardship to let his heart be trampled on by people who don't get him. It's why cabaret clubs are easier, why chasing after a hostess who doesn't want him doesn't phase him.
Then Ryuki expressed his desire and they stumbled into this and — and it feels right. Why was the decision so much easier for him to make than the one with Hitomi? He dwelled for ages over even speaking to Hitomi, let alone asking her out. But with Ryuki, it felt like a switch flipped for him and he knew this is what he wanted. Maybe... that's what he was waiting for...?
A fresh start. A new love. Someone who could really understand him.
He wouldn't do this for a fling though. He expects them to date. Expects it to be complicated as well because of their lives, their careers, but there's something sweet he thinks about the two of them being psyncers by day and coming home to each other at night. Maybe it won't be so bad, to watch Ryuki's career grow on the sidelines, as not just his mentor but his boyfriend as well?
Back to the present though, he feels happy as they walk through the house, as Ryuki leads him to the kitchen. And when Ryuki shows him what's on offer, he does let go of his hand so he can grab a bento and an iced coffee. He'll look around, asking where the chopsticks are before going to grab them and get to work eating the bento as he leans against the counter, nude as can be but perfectly comfortable.
And chidingly, in a bit of a dad kind of way, he insists — ]
You eat too, Ryuki.
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Ryuki has been alone for a long time. His parents first, then his brother, stolen from him by accidents that haunt him, leaving him alone in a giant house with only his own echoes and heartbeat to keep him company. Sometimes, when he graduated and was starting his work at ABIS, he felt like he was more of a ghost than a person, standing in rooms until too much time had passed, forgetting what he was meant to be doing to the agony of isolation.
It’s why Tama was such a godsend for him, an angel in a strange horny outfit. When he wandered around alone and got morose she’d draw him out, she’d nudge him when he spent too long in one place, she’d remind him of what they were meant to be doing. She knew him and understood him, and she helped to protect him from himself in a way he never knew he needed.
Having Date fill the spaces in this empty house was going to hurt when he left, back onto his car to go home, to find Mizuki and the family he has for himself. He’s vaguely aware of what else is waiting for the other man back in the real world, and he won’t demand more than he already has. He’s already taken too much, greedy hands grasping at the only person he’s ever loved in his entire life.
It’s stupid. It’s so stupid.
Grabbing his own bento, smaller than Date’s, he grabs a bottle of water and chopsticks and begins to eat slowly, picking at the rice and meat as he shivers from the cool air. The fridge hadn’t helped, and it’s night now, so the air has settled into the colder temperatures.
He watches Date out of the corner of his eye, and then… ]
What do you want to do after?
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What does he want to do after? Hm. Well, he knows what the horny brain in him wants and he supposes there's no shame in asking after it. But he's not sure if Ryuki wants to have sex again or if he just wants to spend the rest of the night sleeping or something. He did say he could go as long as Date could go and that he could keep up but could he really? Could he?
After sucking idly on the end of his chopsticks in thought, he just goes for it. ]
I want to fuck you again. But this time with you on your back so I can kiss you. Missionary style.
[ What he really wants and won't reveal until they get there: is that he wants to fuck Ryuki nice and slow and deep and tender. Wants to shower him in affection and see if he can make Ryuki cry with it. He wonders if it's too early in their relationship for that but he's aching for it. Aching to just make tender love to Ryuki in a way that has his gut twisted up with arousal. ]
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Carefully, as if afraid Date will bolt like a wild animal, he rests his head on his shoulder.
The quiet is nice. Even when Date replies, he’s able to handle it without going off the wall or blushing so hard he feels faint, nodding his head with a dazed eagerness that’s becoming more and more familiar to him the longer he spends in this man’s company. ]
I’d like to.
[ He can keep going. Ryuki said he’d handle all of Date and he meant it.
Eventually he’s done eating, most of the bento left as he packages it back up and it’s it back in the fridge for the morning. He’d waited until Date was done too, tidying up after him before he grabs his water and hesitates. He wants to hold his hand again, to link their fingers, but he won’t ask for him. Needy, too needy, he has to be made of sterner stuff. So… ]
I’d like you to fuck me again, Mr. Date.
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He finishes his bento all the way, in contrast to Ryuki, but lets Ryuki clean it up for him. He'll crack open the can of iced coffee, drinking half of it down before he turns to Ryuki, who seems to be waiting for him so they can return to his bedroom. Without thinking, he takes Ryuki's hand again, lacing their fingers together with an idle hum. ]
Yeah, that's what I'm going to do.
[ A squeeze to his hand and since he knows the way now, he'll start dragging Ryuki with him back to the bedroom, carrying the can of iced coffee in his other hand as they go. It takes no time for him to get back to Ryuki's bedroom, finishing the iced coffee along the way and setting the empty can down on his bedside table. He'll plop down on the edge of the bed then, patting his lap to encourage Ryuki to come straddle him. He's not hard yet but he has full intention of getting there with Ryuki's mouth on his own. ]
Come, come, let me pull that plug out of you first.
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Why would he hesitate when this is what he wants? It’s been long enough now that his body has relaxed and reenergised itself, that he thinks he’ll be able to get hard and come now they’re going to have sex again. It’s been twice already, almost three times, but he’s sure he can do it, confident in his ability to keep up and be good for Date, to bask in bright light of his easy affection.
One of his arms wraps around Date’s neck to anchor himself, the other rests around his waist near his hip, and Ryuki breathes out softly.
Straddling Date like this stretches his legs, obviously, and that makes the plug still inside him feel like a little bit too much and not enough at the same time, especially with the pressure of the coke still in him. It’s going to be messy, but it’s necessary if he’s going to be fucked again.
Leaning up, bold, he kisses Date. ]
I’m ready.
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Which, you know, maybe it was.
So, they'll kiss and Date will kiss Ryuki with eager swipes of his tongue, sucking on Ryuki's and licking into his mouth. At the same time, his hands explore down his back and over his hips before spreading his cheeks, kneading his ass in his palms. Then he slides one of his hands between him to gently tug at the plug, so gently, because he knows it's going to feel strange to not have it in after so long.
The plug comes free eventually and Date sets it to the side, on the bedside table, stretching out to set it there even as they kiss. And then his arms go back to enveloping Ryuki in them, one arm around his shoulder and the other around his waist. Which gives him the perfect leverage to, as they kiss, lift Ryuki up and roll them over in one fell swoop so Ryuki lands with his back on the bed and Date on top of him, Ryuki's legs on either side of him still.
He'll pull off the kiss then, breathing hard and flushed, his hair a wild mess from all they've done tonight. He grins, sharp, down at Ryuki and doesn't say anything — just surges forward to kiss him again. ]
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All the kissing is everything he’s wanted, curled into Date and shaking a claim on the taste of him, their tongues brushing as they deepen it, Ryuki ready to memorise the shape of his teeth and so he can fantasise about it later. Even when Date reaches down to pull the plug out of him he tries not to stop kissing him, taking and taking so that he can tuck it into the back of his mind and use it for fantasy fodder later.
Need builds inside him again now, a coil in his stomach that twists and spreads around his body like wildfire. Using the thermal imaging on him now would show him alight from head to toe, his cock getting hard between his legs and his fingers shaking as they stroke through the other man’s hair, feeling the trickle of come released from the barrier of the plug.
He feels so wet, primed for Date to fuck him, maybe needing a little more lube but also maybe not, because the ache of it sounds hot too.
Whatever Date wants. He’ll be good enough.
Tilting into the kiss, he keeps his legs wide, welcoming him, grinding his dick against whatever part of Date he can reach, feeling surrounded. He wants to - he wants to have him again, until he can’t move from how many times he’s come, until he can’t take anymore. ]
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