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The mattress gives way with a loud whine when Atsuya rolls off you again. It's too cold without his body on top of yours but you don't feel like covering yourself yet. You're all sweaty and sticky, your mixed fluids cover your thighs, groin and stomach; you don't want it to soak into the blanket, nor wipe it off—you're too cozy and blissed out.
"At this rate we'll have to get a new bed soon." Atsuya's wide, hairy chest rises with a deep breath. He runs fingers through sweaty hair, then lets his arm fall limply behind, between crumpled pillows. One of them is still under your ass, supporting your hips and letting his cum flow out of you. There's so much of it…and you have a feeling it's not the end.
"You're talking like it's my fault." You stretch your back, trying to ignore tension creeping in its lower part. One of your arms joins Atsuya's; your fingers meet and intertwine. "We’ve been at it like rabbits and you’re still horny."
It started in the morning, when you walked into the bedroom in nothing but a towel you'd wrapped yourself in after the shower. Atsuya was already tying his tie; he gave your figure a slow, lazy look, and tossed the tie away together with his shirt, opened so fast it lost a button.
Since then, you've lost count of how many times he had you. Against the wall, on the desk, and on the floor—until your knees gave up and you had to move to the bed where you stayed except for the two breaks for a drink and snack. He called in sick with your legs wrapped around his torso, his cock forcing slowly into your hole, his hand over your lips and your needy whines. You had no idea he could do that; with all the disdain he had for his job, Atsuya, so far, kept a strict distance between it and his private whims.
Your surprise met only a smirk. He washed your question with a deep kiss and tossed the phone away so he could carry you with both arms.
Atsuya chuckles and rolls to the side, head prompted on hand, "You know damn well I can't control myself when you give me that look."
He traces your nose with a finger, then brushes your parted lips, "What do you think, do you have some strength left for an old man?"
His stamina makes you feel old. Instead of bantering with him, you gently bite at his digit. Atsuya cocks an eyebrow and slowly slides it in, against your tongue. Obedient, you close your lips and suck.
"Such a good thing…"
He kisses your jaw and licks a trace of sweat down to your neck. It's already covered in countless bite marks and hickeys; it's hard to find a place for a fresh one but he manages and sinks his teeth in until you arch your back and crane your throat for more.
He takes his time and so does his cock, slick and resting half-softened against his thick thigh. When you take him in hand, he's groaning in overstimulation and biting harder, but not pushing you away.
From your neck, Atsuya wanders towards your chest. Your nipples are already bruised and sore; when he takes one in his mouth and sucks, your first instinct is to budge away. With a feral groan, he advances and pins you down with his weight, but goes easier on the sensitive skin, licking over one of older bite marks.
"Hush, little thing…" His lips graze you as he whispers. "I won't hurt you."
Atsuya can be a hasty lover; his broad shoulders tremble from repressing his instinct but he's gentler, more patient. Inch by inch, he adores every piece of your chest, kisses your nipples and wanders up again, to nuzzle his nose up your armpit, move it along your arm and down again.
"You smell so good…" Eyes closed, he hovers over the crook of your neck and follows another trail left by a dried droplet of sweat. "So sweet…"
His cock pressed to your hip is slowly perking its head up. Atsuya ruts against you, moans right after, so much need still pent up within him. It would be so easy to step back for a moment, just enough to align with you, but your suggestive squirming is ignored. He continues his pilgrimage with the patience of a saint; peppers your torso with kisses from the breastbone to navel and pubes.
"Such a cute tummy…" He adores its shape, teases the tip of his tongue along its crevices and around the belly button. "Next time, I wanna cum here."
In the end though, he's always drawn to finishing inside. He feels his creation with pride, fingers teasing your sensitive, used hole, until it's torture and your squirming becomes a challenge to hold in place. Atsuya smears your mixed fluids all over your thighs when he finally opens them; calves resting on his shoulders, he presses down until he folds you nearly in half—a perfect opening for his cock.
He slides into you with ease, pushing a trickle of his cum out. You feel him throbbing deep inside—and then even deeper as he slots his knees by your hips and presses forwards, all his weight on top of you.
You try to moan his name; the sound you make, squished, spread open and dominated, has nothing in common with human speech.
"How are you— Fuuuck…" Atsuya rocks you together, his forehead pressed to your soles. "How are you still so tight? Holy shit…"
He tries to start slow, to move in unison with your breaths as he kisses your feet and ankles, but in a few thrusts, he's pounding into you like starved. Folded in half you feel every move of his with your whole body, from his balls slapping against your ass, to his lips sucking your toes.
"Cum for me, pretty please?" He growls, his drool and sweat dripping over your feet. "Please, pretty thing, I wanna feel you—"
Your head feels heavy; maybe it's the lack of air he's constantly pushing out of you, maybe your nerves are fried beyond their capability. Vision, sounds and touch melt into a single, overwhelming cocoon, the throbbing of his cock hits you straight to the core. It's coming fast but he's faster, growling and filling you up with sharp spasms of his hips. You follow soon after—a rapid wave that soon becomes too much; you claw at his shoulders and beg him to stop.
He cums in you one last time and finally slides off you, letting you breathe and rest.
You lie with eyes closed, still trembling, legs open wide, your hole helplessly fluttering, empty and tortured. Atsuya rests his head right by yours, throws an arm over you. The sharp scent of his sweat fills you with comfort; you can't speak yet, but you smile and turn face his way.
"Will you kill me if I ask for one more time?"