sandofstorms
Two weeks had went by, that Gaara were absent from his studies at school. In the midst of his cheer training, the rust-redhead had gotten himself an injury on his upper thigh.. although, it felt much better now, it were still a tender area.. despite being out for two weeks, the consequences still followed him.. it were a stupid idea, he were aware.. spraying graffiti outside the school walls with his, not so much of a good influence friend, Naruto Uzumaki. He stood in the middle of the principal’s office, prepared to accept the punishment he may receive.. in his short, black shorts, the bandage wrapped around his thin thigh showed, his hands staying put by his sides.
v0nage
@sandofstorms "You need it?" Madara teased, wrapping his left hand around Gaara's member, stroking it to the rhythm of his thrusts. "Such a cutie.."
sandofstorms
@v0nage Gaara buckles his hips, somewhat lifting them from the mattress despite Madara clinging to his hips, those weak moans becoming more intense, red locks of hair bouncing up and down in the rhythm of Madara’s needy thrusts, “Oh please.. oh Madara.. I need it.. fill me..”
v0nage
@sandofstorms All of the pleasure are himself was reaching to a certain point where he knew he was going to come. Madara let out low groans as he slowly increased his pace, "Yes, you are.. look at you.."
