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Well, I was gonna go get some groceries and such today but it seems like there's still some crazy people out there. Looks like a long curse, I guess. I have to admit, I'm glad I'm not stuck with this one, but it sure makes for a boring day.

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Mamoru chuckled as he pulled Ken down, kissing him harder this time. His hand curled around the back of his lover's neck, his legs opening to Ken's hands.

The chuckle make Ken feel a flush of frustration but it was smothered quickly as he lost himself in the kiss and the feel of Mamoru under his hands. Deft fingers shifted for a moment, then slick fingers trace back to Mamoru's entrance, sliding around the tight hole for a moment before pressing deeper.

It was more a chuckle at himself, though he was admittedly a little amused by how shy Ken seemed to have gotten. Still, the image of Ken touching himself was exciting in and of itself, and he let his legs fall further apart as he pressed up to him, moaning softly and pressing back to the touch.

The older man twisted his hand, fingers sliding out before he pushed them back in. The feel of Mamoru's heat around his fingers was something he hadn't felt in a long time, but he found he remembered it well enough to know just how much he'd need.

Mamoru purred in appreciation at the familiar touch, pushing back against Ken and moaning when the other man hit that spot inside him.

"Yes..."

He smiled a little, leaning in to drop slow kisses along his throat as he slid another finger in, aiming for that spot again.

Mamoru gave another soft moan, curing his fingers against Ken's skin and pushing his hips up to meet his fingers, asking for more.

This time, Ken was the one chuckling as he nuzzled Mamoru's neck, his fingers thrusting quicker.

Mamoru groaned and pulled him down, growling softly as he clenched around Ken's fingers.

"Want you."

It took all Ken had to keep from telling him to beg, but he figured it'd be safer if he didn't. Pulling his fingers free, he quickly slicked himself, biting back a soft groan before he settled between Mamoru's legs and slowly pushed into him.

Not this time, Ken, but maybe another. Mamoru moaned in appreciation as he pushed back onto Ken's length, stretching to take him in. He wrapped his legs around Ken's hips and pulled him closer, moaning.

Whenever that happened, he'd find it veeery hot, but for now, he was far too busy to think about it. Groaning sharply, he curled his fingers around the backs of his thighs, his body already moving to find the pace he wanted.

Mamoru cried out, rocking against him in time and leaning up for another kiss as Ken pushed into him.

Ken met him halfway, hoping the kiss would drown out the ragged groan that he barely kept held in.

It didn't, but that didn't matter. Mamoru rocked against him hard, pushing into Ken for the kiss and running his nails down Ken's back.

Ken arched up at the subtle burn of nails down his back, eyes clenching closed as he pushed harder into his lover.

"... shit. God, so tight."

"Been a while." He groaned softly, his nails digging into Ken's shoulders as he pulled the man up against him, nipping at his neck. "Fuck..."

"Know the feeling." Ken would never admit that the pain was a turn on for him, but he honestly didn't think he'd need to. Not when his body trembled at the bite of nails in his shoulders, his pace speeding up as he bared his neck to Mamoru.

Mamoru knew that -- he had for a long time, and it wasn't a surprise to him. He had theories about their lifestyle, the inherent violence and sexuality of the world they lived in, but that didn't matter now. He wrapped his legs around Ken's hips to speed his thrusts, tracing along the line of his throat with sharp, tiny nips.

Ken clenched his eyes closed, his voice rising in a sharp groan as he wrapped his hands around the backs of Mamoru's thighs, budy surging hard into him now as he let his own nails sink in a little.

Mamoru moaned in approval, clenching around him and pushing in as his tongue traced over the marks.

The sound spurred Ken on, answering with a soft growl as he dug in deeper, his body in constant motion as he tried to pull in enough oxygen to warn Mamoru that he was too close for comfort.

Mamoru groaned, bucking against Ken and yanking him closer.

Ken pulled one tense hand from Mamoru's hips and slid it between them, his fingers curling around the younger man's cock as he stroked him quickly.

".. shit. 'm so close."

Mamoru moaned and pushed in, groaning softly and nodding as he tugged him down.

"Me too. Fuck, Ken..."

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