As he'd thought, then. Cowardice. Tomoe's pride did not allow for anything less than sincerity. He meant what he said. Although probably unintended, it gave him a nice ego boost. Whoever had talked a big game but walked away missed out on the look in Mo Ran's eyes, the erotic aura radiating off his skin. Risk paid off. Mo Ran fucking him until exhaustion was a very sweet reward.
That glint of wickedness was lovely. It suited the angles of Mo Ran's face and the villainous locks still scented with hot water. It dawned on him that maybe he'd wanted to be offered that drink just so he could memorize Mo Ran's beauty while he still had a mind capable of thinking of something besides pleasure. He hadn't wanted to slow down before he'd seen Mo Ran for the first time, after all. Barely dressed, stray water droplets clinging to his skin. The perfect collaboration of muscle and bone. Interesting. Tomoe didn't surprise himself very often. So, he was attracted to the darkness inside the other man and his outside appearance. It wasn't always like that.
Fortune upon fortune.
Tomoe's lip responds when touched, bouncing a little - he really is soft with a mouth that was sensitive. It made his breath quicken and heart pump faster. Just a taste of the power and exploitation that laid in wait for him. Tomoe's gaze wandered greedily over Mo Ran's face, his hand and forearm, his shoulder and exposed clavicle. What a beautiful man.
Tomoe's throat pulses when that hand touches him. He isn't...scared. Maybe he should be. Maybe he should be wide-eyed and intimidated. Mostly, he's fascinated by Mo Ran's behaviour. The thickening bulge, barely concealed, between his legs. A cock waiting to spasms its load down the throat being confined.
"No." Tomoe decided right then. He wouldn't bother with a safe word. It was meaningless. Either Mo Ran understood him or he didn't. Tomoe wanted to be understood - part of that need was why he did this. Threw himself into a beast's jaws just to find out if he'd be torn apart. "Don't stop."
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That glint of wickedness was lovely. It suited the angles of Mo Ran's face and the villainous locks still scented with hot water. It dawned on him that maybe he'd wanted to be offered that drink just so he could memorize Mo Ran's beauty while he still had a mind capable of thinking of something besides pleasure. He hadn't wanted to slow down before he'd seen Mo Ran for the first time, after all. Barely dressed, stray water droplets clinging to his skin. The perfect collaboration of muscle and bone. Interesting. Tomoe didn't surprise himself very often. So, he was attracted to the darkness inside the other man and his outside appearance. It wasn't always like that.
Fortune upon fortune.
Tomoe's lip responds when touched, bouncing a little - he really is soft with a mouth that was sensitive. It made his breath quicken and heart pump faster. Just a taste of the power and exploitation that laid in wait for him. Tomoe's gaze wandered greedily over Mo Ran's face, his hand and forearm, his shoulder and exposed clavicle. What a beautiful man.
Tomoe's throat pulses when that hand touches him. He isn't...scared. Maybe he should be. Maybe he should be wide-eyed and intimidated. Mostly, he's fascinated by Mo Ran's behaviour. The thickening bulge, barely concealed, between his legs. A cock waiting to spasms its load down the throat being confined.
"No." Tomoe decided right then. He wouldn't bother with a safe word. It was meaningless. Either Mo Ran understood him or he didn't. Tomoe wanted to be understood - part of that need was why he did this. Threw himself into a beast's jaws just to find out if he'd be torn apart. "Don't stop."
"Don't be cruel to my hands."