[suzaku was far from his most adept partner. all the drugs in the world wouldn't change that; all the instruction he could give couldn't alter his nature. even as he hurt others, he never reveled in it. he didn't enjoy it. maybe he was a bad person. maybe he had done terrible things. but there was still a propensity, a desire to do good. a charitable martyr.
and he wonders when he'll see it, if he ever will, something like a smile. the more it evades him, the more he wants it, driven and stubborn as ever.
suzaku's enthusiasm draws out his own. and so suzaku manages to force him back, mouth in retreat as his hips guide him deeper. at a certain point, he loses the ability to speak, gasping only incomplete words and phrases and yes, yes, yes. as with his fingers, suzaku eventually hits his core, and eventually he can't take it anymore: he comes.
but he continues to hold onto suzaku, spilling all over his hand, meeting and exceeding that strength. trying to drag him down too so they can fall together.]
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and he wonders when he'll see it, if he ever will, something like a smile. the more it evades him, the more he wants it, driven and stubborn as ever.
suzaku's enthusiasm draws out his own. and so suzaku manages to force him back, mouth in retreat as his hips guide him deeper. at a certain point, he loses the ability to speak, gasping only incomplete words and phrases and yes, yes, yes. as with his fingers, suzaku eventually hits his core, and eventually he can't take it anymore: he comes.
but he continues to hold onto suzaku, spilling all over his hand, meeting and exceeding that strength. trying to drag him down too so they can fall together.]