Moral of the Story {Lights down Low part 2}

A Positively Plotless Crimmus Special

I would like to tell you all that this does not go with the story in any way. This is more of a one shot I wrote on Christmas Eve and felt like doing as a gift to all of my lovely readers after being gone for so long. Merry Christmas, and have a very Happy New Year.

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Plush lips met in a delectably fiery kiss, the saccharine sweetness leaving both parties hungry for more. Thick flesh wrapped around thin bone in a mad scramble to achieve more friction in their bodies. Kisses changed from gentle to harsh in seconds, hips pushing flush together in a frenzy of lust. Their gentle cuddle easily turned into a cornucopia of lust and sex crazed saccharine sweetness. Deep groans echoed throughout the room as tensions ran higher than their blood pressure. Blood ran south and straight into their genitals as they rutted against each other like dogs in a rut. Sugary sweet moans entered the symphony of sounds as cherry pink nipples were toyed with like plushies. A red glow flushed their faces and their chests, leaving a burning feeling the didn't care to get rid of. Each skin to skin touch was like magma on dry earth, burning through their flesh and into their souls. Maguwai. Sex so passionate, they could convey their emotions on their eyes. That's what this was. Extremely passionate sex. So gentle yet deliberately rough with each touch meant to pleasure the other. They knew when to stop, when it would be too much, but it was no such time. Not when they had barely begun.

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Calloused hands clenched around a thick shaft, pulsating with emotion. Displeasure raced through their veins as nothing would satisfy it. Nothing else would be able to satiate the greed and hunger for what was now lost. No amount of toys or people could surmount to the emptiness which was left after the treasured one had left. No amount of regret, shame, and self loathing would be able to grant forgiveness. No amount of begging, pleading, blackmailing or bribing would be able to bring back the only thing able to mend what was broken. The hand unclenched and fell to the side sadly. There was no fixing what was dissolved long ago.

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Shoto mewled as his fiancee's hands cupped his breast harshly. Another set of fingers tugged on the sensitive nerves in his nipples, making the flesh rise with every meaningful tug. A tug that not only pulled at his flesh, but his heartstrings. His lovers eyes seemed to beg him to let himself go. To lose himself in the desire and let them pleasure him freely. So that's what he did. He let out a final, weak moan before relaxing his body completely, relying on his lovers to guide him through the experience. And guide him they did. Hands oh so similar to his own pushed him onto his back, while another pair cascaded through his silky locks. Much larger fingers than his own reached down to his orifice and slightly teased him, the chill of lube making him keen. Slowly, oh so torturously slowly, the large phalanges pushed in, making him gasp as they rubbed at his soft walls. His other partner murmured praises, and at the angl her was now in, he could see the tent in his pants clearly. It made him involuntarily keen again, the thought that they were both like this because of him making the blood rush to his head. It was too much. The feeling of his prostate being milked with just his lover's fingers along with the haze that had started to thicken in his head. He couldn't think straight. All he knew was that everything felt so good and he didn't want it too stop. He knew they were going to be careful with him, like an unprepared virgin. And he loved it. He was already so close, but he wanted to make this last. He couldn't finish yet, but they seemed to think otherwise, as he pushed hit fingers more insistently into his sweet spot, making him throw his head back from the stimulation. He quivered like a lead as he started playing the others crotch, smiling slightly as he groaned. The consistent milking stopped, as if he was watching them, then it resumed, somehow pressing even harder.

         His orgasm hit him like a train. Full on and relentless. All of the stimuli made his body shake, and he was at his limit. His entire body spasmed as he came, toes curling s his hole tightened up around the two fingers inside him. His back arched off of the sheets and his legs spread wider than he thought was possible. He saw white for a while before he could comprehend anything. He let out a stream of slurred moans, some being thank you while others were pleading to stop. He was milked through the entire process, and his eyes were crossed when they stopped. They were both praising him, and he shivered from the excessive feeling of pleasure. His mind blanked and he wasn't sure what happened next.

            He awoke surrounded by warmth early in the morning. Shouji was already awake, staring at him longingly though thin eyelashes. "What happened?" He managed to croak out. He could barely open his eyes. When he tried to, he realized two things. One, he could see Shouji smiling at him, and two, he wasn't wearing his mask. The soft scar tissue was revealed, yet he made no comment on it. "I think we made you cum so hard that you blacked out." He chuckled, those same calloused fingers brushing his cheek. Shoto leaned into the touch lovingly. Another pair of arms gingerly wrapped around his waist. "I can't believe y'all are really having a touching moment without me." Hanta complained, burying his head into the junction of his lovers neck and shoulder. Again, Shouji chuckled, caressing the ravenettes locks. Shouto smiled at the scene. "Merry Christmas you two. I hope we can keep this feeling forever ♾️". The two perk up at this, then flush red. ' You really are too much Shoto.' They think, faces burning. And with the feeling of Christmas in the air, and possibly snow falling everywhere, the trio relish each other's touch, and pray to whomever is in charge in heaven, that things stay the same.

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