collegestories | — MY LOVE IS TRUE

[ i just wanna say i love this whiplash of going from angst to nasty shit

anyway, mananan is probably the only person on earth who'd find that cute. which is also why they were meant for each other, clearly.

also, he's lucky that by now, kyun's used to his Fat Dick™. ]

Lucky me. [ he snickers, exhaling a soft sigh when mananan's fingers trace the curve of his back. the movement of the angel's hips might be slow, but it's still enough to draw a loud groan from the depths of kyun's throat; another one escaping when the angel's fingers wrap around his neck, his hand big enough to cover... almost all of it, really.

needless to say, kyun loves it?

with a pleased moan, he pushes his hips back against mananan's, reveling in the way his insides tighten around him, still sensitive and tender from earlier. the rush of adrenaline that accompanies the squeeze is nice, too -- but it's not enough, and he squirms, just slightly, eyes fluttering shut. ]

Choke me. [ dwaddy ]

[ i'm still hurting

Releasing a breath, the very feeling of Kyun tightening around his length sends sparks of pleasurable excitement up and down his spine. Remaining a comfortable, desirable wear whose warmth he can't seem to get enough of—which is probably made obvious in the way he's not the least bit hesitant before he's slamming inside of him with bone rattling force.

He comes to agreement with the smaller's orders wordlessly, silently, the pads of his fingers tracing the curve of his jugular before they tighten around his throat. Properly gripping onto him. Thumb pressing against the beat of his pulse, there's that rush from before that causes his lips to curl into a tight grin as he leans down to press a kiss to Kyun's bitten shoulder. ] Like that? [ He asks, his throat laced with obvious excitement as he continues to push his hips roughly against him, almost relentlessly. ] Do you want me to rough like this to you all the time?

[ He doesn't really expect an answer because he's like... choking him... but listen he'll lighten up a little bit to get a nice answer. ]

[ any doubts he might've had about this disappear as soon as he feels the relentless thrusts; as soon as he hears the excitement in mananan's voice, so obviously into it that kyun can't help but feel pleased.

look... if it's something they're both into, they've just discovered a new thing to share?? right??? right.

still, mananan's long fingers wrapped around his throat feel absolute; as if he could snap his neck with just a bit of a harder squeeze -- which, realistically speaking, he probably can. it's easy to focus on the way they sink into skin, cutting his air intake; rendering his breaths useless, short, desperate gasps slipping past parted lips, as his eyes flutter shut. the pleasant burn of adrenaline, combined with the pain and pleasure of mananan fucking him so roughly, is plenty enough to make him hard again -- embarrassingly so, really.

through the haze, he can hear the other's voice, though answering isn't easy -- he only does when his grip lightens, enabling kyun to suck some air into burning lungs. ]

Ah -- fuck, yeah. Yeah, please. [ he sounds so pathetically desperate he'll probably agonize over this later, but for now -- he pushes his hips back against mananan's, euphoria overtaking logical thoughts. ] Love it -- love you.

[ that was so fucking easy i'm embarrassed ]

Call me daddy, coward.

How about master?

Should I get you that pussy collar?

Yeah. And then you have to talk about how I'm a bad kitty and spank me.

[ Mananan sighs, which sounds more like a deep grunt that he was trying to swallow down when those words from Kyun reach his ears. He can feel a burning sensation begin at the back of his neck, slowly spreading and coloring his cheeks, and he realizes then how happy he feels. The simplicity of it all, of how it comes so easily despite Kyun saying otherwise, the angel would do just about anything to hear it over and over.

He pushes in as deep as he can go before using that weight to basically shove the human’s face into the couch; softening his grip to give me a second to recuperate before he’s tightening his fingers around his throat. He can feel the rush of blood underneath his fingers; purposely he leans his weight further and comes close to actually crushing Kyun’s throat. Almost but not exact, because this isn’t the right thread and can’t go killing him. Rocking his hips into him with movements that are more sensual and graceful, but still ensuring that each push inside he’s enveloped himself fully around Kyun’s heat. ] Say it again. [ It comes out as a demand, a deep sound from the back of his throat as his tongue slowly goes across his bottom lip.

His grip lightens, the hand on the smaller man’s waist groping down until he reaches his cock. Straining between his thighs, hard against his touch, his palm embraces the heat before he strokes down the length of Kyun’s cock. ] You’re not allowed to come until you’ve said it enough to satisfy me.

[ he's content enough to indulge the other -- all shame and embarrassment discarded in the thick haze of pleasure, combined with mananan's hand squeezing his throat hard enough to blank his mind out entirely. he groans in approval when the other pushes him forward, cheek pressed against the cushions; pushes his hips up against mananan's thrusts, small whines escaping his lips every time the angel hits that particular spot within him.

with mananan's weight on his neck, he can barely move, much less breathe -- gasping out short, strained whimpers as the pain spikes the heat that wanders beneath his skin. he can feel another orgasm build up, somewhere within his abdomen -- at least until the other's fingers wrap around his cock, earning an almost offended groan. bithc? ]

Ah... -- I... [ it's hard to talk like this? he swallows down a pained whine, and digs his fingers into the soft cushions beneath, eyelids fluttering shut. it takes him a moment to gather enough thought to form a sentence -- and when he does, his lips curve in a small sneer, gaze catching mananan's. ] Will you... ever be satisfied?

[ he already knows the answer to this question, but listen. ]

You have to... -- ha, bully me more. ♡

[ They both know the answer, which is why Mananan wordlessly answers with a grin of his own. Kyun's voice, while strained and breathless thanks to his grip, is honeyed with desire and want within his perspective; the pleasure burning in his abdomen stretching wide across his body, indicating that he was close to coming. But he stalls this, hips slowing down as he finally releases his grip on Kyun's neck, watching as pale skin blossoms with shades of red as if his fingers had traced themselves onto him. ]

Just let me know if it's too much.

[ —He doesn't want him to end up passing up or be in any actual physical danger, okay.

So he's adjusting their position, hand temporarily moving from Kyun's dick and to his waist. Guiding both of them to their sides and ensuring that the human's back was pressed firmly against his chest, parting his thighs before lifting a leg up slightly by hooking his arm around his thigh. How they manage this position on the couch is a miracle in itself but it's as you said: Realism? In my smut? I don't think so buddy.

Anyway, and here is why you're bothering to read this tag: Mananan uses his free hand to snake underneath the side of Kyun's head, fingers tilting his jaw in his direction before he leans over to press heated kisses against his lips. His arm circles around, initially grabbing his shoulder as he rocks his hips inside of him. But before Mananan manages to become too fixated on kissing he parts their mouths, albeit reluctant to, before his arm completely wraps itself around Kyun's neck and into a choke hold. Tightly.

what's worse: choke hold or ass eating ]

[ it's kind of funny these are the two options you gave me and not like. gutting.

anyway, too much? for kyun? you could kill him and he'd still want more -- so he snorts in response, enjoying the way his throat burns and bruises as soon as mananan releases it. with a body this thin, it's really not that hard to maneuver him and his limbs; he's pliant in mananan's grip, letting him adjust their position and pressing his back against the other's chest.

he doesn't even bother questioning what's the point of this -- if he's in for a surprise, that's better for him? with a small grin, he tilts his head as prompted and presses his lips against mananan's, returning the kiss with newfound eagerness; hips rocking down and against the other's cock, feeling so full he can't help but whine. when they part, kyun expects the other to just -- keep going; what he gets is... much better, though?

you know kyun would like this yOU KNOW IT

anyway, his breath is immediately taken away, the other's hand blocking any air from entering his lungs; he gasps and wheezes, hands moving up to grab onto mananan's arm, dull nails sinking into skin. the initial struggle is instinctive; he groans and whimpers, tears gathering in the corners of his eyes, alongside the burning pleasure that wanders up his spine and coils beneath his abdomen. allowing his eyelids to fall shut, he pushes his hips down against mananan's cock again, sucking in desperate, choked gasps -- it hurts, which means he's already that much closer to coming, holding onto the angel's arm tightly. ]

Nn-- 'm close. More -- !

[ we all know you prefer gutting over everything

He squeezes his grasp, tightening his hold around Kyun's neck and gripping onto him as if his life depended on it. He knows to be careful, but at the same time there's a voice in the back of his head with intentions of hurting him, claim him, but only in the ways that will make him come until it hurts.

And of course there's that part of him that wants to see his face. To watch just how much his expression changes in the expense of having him buried inside as well as the air in his lungs being limited. Admittedly the small glance he gets, the hint of tears wetting his lashes and pale skin going red, has Mananan so turned on that it feels as if he may come right then and there. Pleasure finally pushing him to that blissful edge of release, right on the edge, but coincidentally enough Kyun is close as well.

Mananan groans against the back of his neck, fingers digging into his thigh as he continues to rock himself into him as deep and hard as he can. ]

Come. Fuck, you're so good, I'm gonna come inside again... that's fine, isn't it?

[ Not like he's expecting an answer. At least not a verbal one.

It's not long until that intoxicating warmth and tightness has him spilling forward, gasping out in pleasure when he's finally met with release. Ensuring that his cock is buried in as deep as possible, sent straight over the edge, coming hard inside of him. His body shakes in pleasure as the initial shock that it puts through his body slowly settles, only uncurling his arm from around his throat as he leans down to press kisses against the back of Kyun's neck. ]

Kyun?

[ JUST MAKING SURE HE'S OKAY.......... ]

[ true

also i was gonna let you catch up on all our tags before doing any but then i realized i can at least write kyun passing the fuck out so

anyway, why would mananan ask a question when he knows kyun can't answer? he exhales a short whine, anyway -- too focused on the sensations to pay the other's words any actual mind. and if he feels weird later, that just gives him a reason to get spoiled, so -- no, he doesn't mind, pushing his hips down against mananan's cock until he can feel it hitting his deepest spot.

it hurts in the best way; combined with the steady pressure against his throat, that has him wheezing and gasping for any semblance of air, it's more than enough to push him to another orgasm -- especially with the other coming inside, his back arching as his body goes slack. all things considered, he lasted a pretty long time, anyway, what with his boyfriend having him in a chokehold??

but yes, mananan's affection and concern go unnoticed -- because he passed the fuck out. ]

[ rip kyun

Of course he's hit with a sudden wave of anxiety and concern, placing a hand on the man's neck and ensuring that there was a pulse. Once that is said and done he feels a sense of relief, sighing softly as he curls his arms around Kyun's frame in order to hold him close. It lasts for however long the initial adrenaline and high of his orgasm (with the additional shock of knocking his boyfriend out) until he finally untangles himself and pulls out—he can't keep his hands off of him, however, lightly patting his head and carefully cupping his face before he leans down to press a kiss to his forehead.

Mananan then leaves the couch and Kyun entirely soon after he... takes off the rest of his clothes (but he keeps the briefs on because that's a canon thing I guess), returning with a blanket to put over the both of them before closing his eyes. Time for a nappy.

Also to make this a little more gay Mananan's just gonna hold Kyun's hand. ]

— MY LOVE IS TRUE

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

HAHI?!

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

stop crying

no subject

no subject