Lover, be good to me.

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"And I'd choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I'd find you and I'd choose you."
― Kiersten White, The Chaos of Stars

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There are times Takemichi can't believe Mikey's lewd mouth. The teenager is dramatic and childish on his better days, on others, he's silent and beautifully stoic, deadly, and dangerous, chiseled marble and hard jaw when commanding his gang. But when he's bent over Takemichi and sweating, the absolute filth that pours out of those pretty pink lips could corrode metal.

Takemichi never feels more like a wrung-out slut than when Mikey has him spread out and gasping for it, dripping wet and moaning into the pillows. The rough words rolled over him, ghosting along the peaks and valleys of bone and sinew, lodging in the base of his skull and the tip of his uncomfortably hard and untouched cock.

"Fuck, Takemitchy – you're so tight. So wet. So desperate for me."

A nip of sharp teeth along Takemichi's jaw stings pleasantly.

"You're mine, aren't you baby? Tell me. Tell me you're my dirty little slut who spreads his legs any time I want."

Takemichi spreads his thighs further and grunts out something incoherent, voice muffled against the sheets.

"You're just going to take it, take what only I can give you, beg for me to keep pounding into your tight little ass. Beg for me to pin you down and paint your insides with my cum."

Hot fingers grasp sharp hips and squeeze.

"I'm gonna plug you up, plug up all my cum inside of you, until you're stuffed full and reeking of my scent. So that everyone knows how good I give it to you every-single-night." Those last few words are punctuated with sharp, deep thrusts from the gift that Takemichi bought his mate as an early Christmas present.

Takemichi flushed a vibrant pink as Mikey unwrapped the present and then raised a pale blonde eyebrow at the sex toy in his hands.

"I thought – uhm – that is – " Takemichi stuttered quickly turning a startling scarlet as his mate continued to look at him in amusement. Clearing his throat, Takemichi tried again.

"A while ago, you said you wanted to – um – knot me – and I told you that I didn't feel ready – but now I am – that I want to - " he trails off, covering his scorching face with his hands as tears start to spring to his eyes, too embarrassed by his own words to continue.

When silence is all that reaches his ears, he peeks from between his fingers and his breath leaves his lungs in a gasp. Mikey is staring at him, his dark eyes seemingly an endless abyss as he stares heatedly at Takemichi, like a predator about to have its first meal after days upon days of starvation.

Uh, oh!

"Takemitchy~" Mikey purrs, discarding the packaging that the toy came in to crawl his way towards his flustered mate. "You're such a naughty boy. Is this what has had you distracted the entire week? Hm? Did you pick out this plug thinking of my cock and knot, imagining me stretching you wide and filling you so deeply?"

Takemichi lets out a squeak with the way Mikey is almost frenzied as he pops buttons and tugs on clothes until their both bare and gasping, and Takemichi is so aroused from his mates' ministrations, slick pours out of him, and it takes less than a few minutes for Mikey to work Takemichi open and before Takemichi knows it, Mikey has three fingers curling up and scraping deliciously against his prostate.

Then there was a slight rustle and then the long fingers were gone only to be replaced with warm, hard silicone. Takemichi trembled and scrabbled against the pillows as his body stretched to accommodate the new intrusion. It was bigger and wider than he was expecting, and his eyes rolled back in his head as Mikey finally pushed it all the way into a stop, the toy's base locking inside of him.