Hiruma = Uke
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+. to F › Eyeshield 21
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
3,332
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Release
“Fuck! Watch what your doing fucking dreads!” hands twisted beneath the dreaded man's grasp as he was pounded into mercilessly.
“Shut up trash, you know you like it rough,” A particularly vicious thrust bringing a strangled cry to the blonde’s throat, sharp nails scrabbling into the floorboards beneath them. Even on their third round Agon didn’t look as if he was giving any signs of letting up. Theirs was not a relationship based on love or any friendship, it wasn’t even what anyone could class as a relationship. It always started and ended the same way. All would take was a glimpse, a simple locking of eyes through a crowded street or on a football field and they would seek the other out. They didn’t come together because they needed it, they both had enough willing partners, and it wasn’t because they wanted each other. It was just a release, a way to burn off energy, emotion or time.
It was simple, no emotion, no boundaries, no strings attached fucking.
A large tanned hand let go, lifting one long pale leg around his waist before re-entering the more than willing body. A hand flew to the super geniuses back, nails scratching deep welts into the muscled flesh of his shoulder blade, a keening whine filling the air as his 4th orgasm for the night hit him. Agon growled and in retaliation smacked the devils head against the floor.
It was only a release.
“Shut up trash, you know you like it rough,” A particularly vicious thrust bringing a strangled cry to the blonde’s throat, sharp nails scrabbling into the floorboards beneath them. Even on their third round Agon didn’t look as if he was giving any signs of letting up. Theirs was not a relationship based on love or any friendship, it wasn’t even what anyone could class as a relationship. It always started and ended the same way. All would take was a glimpse, a simple locking of eyes through a crowded street or on a football field and they would seek the other out. They didn’t come together because they needed it, they both had enough willing partners, and it wasn’t because they wanted each other. It was just a release, a way to burn off energy, emotion or time.
It was simple, no emotion, no boundaries, no strings attached fucking.
A large tanned hand let go, lifting one long pale leg around his waist before re-entering the more than willing body. A hand flew to the super geniuses back, nails scratching deep welts into the muscled flesh of his shoulder blade, a keening whine filling the air as his 4th orgasm for the night hit him. Agon growled and in retaliation smacked the devils head against the floor.
It was only a release.