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There’s something about Reo that drives Nagi’s normally monotone world wild with desire.
Nagi knows his feelings for Reo are far from normal. There’s a gaping maw in his stomach that seeks to devour his partner whole, to steal Reo away from the prying eyes that follow his every move.
The depravity of his thoughts come as a shock even to Nagi himself; he hadn't ever considered himself as a person capable of such things. Though, he never had a reason to, not until Reo burst into his life and filled in the black and white lines of Nagi’s monotone existence with a flurry of colours.
Reo is utterly unlike himself in that regard. Where Reo thrives in the middle of a crowd and unravels like a flower blossoming in the sunlight, Nagi caves inward, drawing away from unwelcome intruders and wrapping around his partner as if drawn into Reo’s orbit by an invisible force.
Nagi is the creeping vine that winds up around the stem of a gentle, unsuspecting blossom, his slowly tightening grip threatening to choke the very life out of what it is that he holds onto so desperately - who it is he can’t afford to let go of.
His love is overwhelming and destructive, but Nagi has come to the conclusion that, rather than satisfying his darker (and frankly sadistic) urges for fear of hurting his Reo, fucking his partner stupid on any and every available surface is a satisfactory alternative.
Today the nearest surface happens to be the bench in the middle of Hakuho Football Club’s locker room.
Reo looks oh so pretty bent over it, his face forcibly wrenched to the side as one of his burning cheeks is pressed into the cool wooden surface. The hand fisted roughly in Reo’s sweaty hair forces his head down but does nothing to muffle the obscene moans that tumble out unashamedly from his swollen lips.
”Nng- ah! N-Nagi, please, not so rou-mmh.”
Reo’s weak pleading is cut off abruptly when Nagi shoves two fingers in his mouth. The taste of himself lingers on the invading digits from two (although Reo had lost count) rounds ago - when Nagi, in all his 190cm glory, had grabbed both of Reo’s wrists with a single hand, pinning Reo against the bench while he used the other to finger him open til he cried.
It hadn’t been until Reo’s cries for relief, bordering on full on sobs, were bouncing off the tiled walls that Nagi finally gave in. The hand he was using to pin Reo’s hands above his head let go to move down and line himself up, wasting no time before thrusting his hard cock in to the hilt, slamming home easily as his cock split open Reo’s battered insides.
The slapping sound of skin on skin, punctuated by Reo’s hoarse cries, ring out impossibly loud in the otherwise empty locker room. Nagi’s thrusts work up a vicious rhythm, the taller boy grunting with effort and dripping with sweat (for the first time that day since he had whined to Reo about having a headache to get out of practice).
He seems almost like a completely different person now, summoning energy from seemingly out of nowhere for the sole purpose of fucking Reo into oblivion.
” ‘m gonna cum. Cumming, I’m- AH!”
Reo has a full body convulsion as he cums for the nth time that day, trembling uncontrollably from head to toe and crying out desperately when Nagi’s savage thrusts don’t stop for even a moment.
Reo’s half hard cock spurts out a small burst of translucent slick, leaking continuously as the weight of Nagi’s muscled frame presses his body into the bench. Reo sees stars with each brush against his sensitive cock, unable to escape the agonising friction as his body is jerked back and forth with the force of Nagi’s thrusts.
The overwhelming pleasure of Reo’s last orgasm had since been reduced to a tingly sensation like pins and needles running all over his body, racing up to his head and melting his brain like softened butter.
”No more, no- no more Nagi, I can’t- please!” Reo wails, voice absolutely wrecked. He tries to drag himself away from the unrelenting pistoning of Nagi’s hips behind him, his nails scrabbling for purchase against the bench’s wooden surface, but to no avail.
Nagi offers nothing but silence as he instead grabs both sides of Reo’s sore hips and uses his grip to pull them back in time with each thrust of his hips, forcing his cock deeper than ever before in a series of movements that have Reo gasping for breath.
Words Reo can’t comprehend tumble from his own mouth as control over his own body is once more taken from him and the hand on his head releases his hair, trailing down his sweaty neck and splaying out possessively over his exposed back.
Nagi doesn’t talk much during sex, but when he does it’s with an unbearably sexy gruffness. It comes through then when, in the face of Reo’s sudden struggle, all the taller boy offers is:
”Not until I say so.”
The pathetic, high pitched sounds act like oil thrown on to the fire burning deep in Nagi’s stomach, Reo’s warbling only fuelling his lust even more even as he begs for mercy.
“You’re doing so well Reo, just one more for me.”
Reo’s red-rimmed eyes, already overflowing with tears, roll to the back of his head as his final orgasm is forced out of him. His cock trembles once but nothing comes out and vaguely, Reo realises that he’s cum dry but isn’t present enough to feel shock.
As his consciousness fades Reo is enveloped with that warm, fuzzy feeling that’s become so familiar to him as of late. Strong arms wrap around him from behind in a protective embrace and Reo feels his entire body sag in exhaustion as he sinks into Nagi’s hold.
The feeling of butterfly-light kisses being pressed into the back of his neck send tingles rushing down Reo’s back. Like a hummingbird skimming the water, Nagi’s mouth moves languidly over the array of fresh marks he had left on Reo’s pale skin - seeming both apologetic and satisfied at the same time.
”Sleep, Reo. I’ll take care of clean up.”
A sigh of acceptance. Reo’s eyes flutter shut at Nagi’s reassuring words and he curls even further in the taller’s embrace. His body looks and feels like it’s been attacked by a wild animal but even as he drifts off, Reo’s satisfied smile is unmistakable.