[What it feels like an hour, Ryoki stays still to enjoy the aftertaste. Which is amazing. He had just been allowed to go crazy, without thinking of the consequences; he was allowed to mix in violence and sex and fuck that was the most amazing thing he has felt in a fucking long time.
His yellow eyes open to glance at the other. There was just so much blood that he asks himself if he had been the one doing all of this, or if Haru got hurt during the fight and he hadn’t notice. In the end, thought, the bull acknowledges he doesn’t particularly care and he doesn’t really feel guilty either. Trying to regain his breath – or at least trying to figure out what to do – Ryoki closes his eyes again with a dry gulp, until his shaky hands move away from Haru’s waist and he pulls out with a soft moan.]
Holy fuck… [that was amazing. But he doesn’t know for sure if he should say that out loud because, hell, Haru’s back are a bloody mess. In the end the bull just falls behind, laying on his back and looking up at the ceiling, not quite sure what he should say or really do.]
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His yellow eyes open to glance at the other. There was just so much blood that he asks himself if he had been the one doing all of this, or if Haru got hurt during the fight and he hadn’t notice. In the end, thought, the bull acknowledges he doesn’t particularly care and he doesn’t really feel guilty either.
Trying to regain his breath – or at least trying to figure out what to do – Ryoki closes his eyes again with a dry gulp, until his shaky hands move away from Haru’s waist and he pulls out with a soft moan.]
Holy fuck… [that was amazing. But he doesn’t know for sure if he should say that out loud because, hell, Haru’s back are a bloody mess. In the end the bull just falls behind, laying on his back and looking up at the ceiling, not quite sure what he should say or really do.]