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After being summoned by Nakime to Lord Muzan in the Infinity Fortress, the last thing Akaza wanted was to run into a certain person during his me-time. That was Douma.
“Akaza-dono~~!” Douma mused and wrapped his arms tightly around Akaza’s chest.
“Let go fuckface!” Akaza struggled in Douma’s hold desperately.
“Akaza-dono, why are you so mean to me?” Douma had a slight frown on his face but kept his irritating smile. “You should respect those higher than you.”
‘Don’t start with that shit,’ Akaza hissed in his thoughts. ‘This fucker is looking for trouble.’
A vein bulged in Akaza’s temple.
“You think you’re Kokushibo? Leave me alone,” Akaza rolled his eyes, “and don’t hug me.”
Akaza wiggled more in Douma’s grip trying to pry the taller blonde’s hands off of him, but Douma didn’t move. Something was different about the blonde today, but Akaza didn’t know what. His rainbow eyes were full of mischief and something else the pinkette was unsure about.
Douma was intent on today being the day. He would take it by force if he had to. The blonde’s sadistic smirk grew from cheek to cheek.
Douma squeezed tighter, pushing against Akaza’s chest, earning a yelp from the smaller one.
“I’ve never heard you make that noise before,” Douma smirked. “It turns me on. Are you sensitive?”
Akaza’s face flushed with embarrassment and he turned his head the other way. Douma leaned into Akaza’s shoulder and grinned as his very obvious tent was grinding against the pinkette’s ass.
“HEY!” Akaza growled and whipped halfway around, attempting to punch Douma but was unsuccessful.
Douma grabbed Akaza’s wrist and pinned it behind his back, pushing his body against the wall.
“D-Douma…what are y-you doing!?” Akaza tensed up and Douma grounded into his ass harder.
“Making you feel good,” Douma responded. At this point he might as well have been humping the smaller one.
“N-not here- *HIC*!” Akaza whimpered.
“Aw~ how cute. Akaza-dono has the hiccups~” Douma purred.
“Stop! Someone might see!” Akaza pleaded.
“So what? I want them to know we love each other.” Douma beamed.
Alaza continued, “Not here. Do you think Muzan would-“
Douma paused. “Nakime?”
With the strum of the biwa, Akaza blinked only to be surrounded by walls. Douma’s walls. They were in his room.
It was now or never to get away. Akaza ripped out of Douma’s grip and made a mad dash for the door, but the icy cold grip grabbed him and threw him to the ground, hard.
“Naughty boy. You need to be taught a lesson,“ Douma growled as Akaza slowly stood up back turned to the blonde.
From the glare through his back, Akaza could tell Douma was not playing anymore. He was the prey in this hunter’s eyes. A rabbit being toyed with by an apex predator, the wolf.
Akaza was dreading what was coming next, but was startled by the blonde’s hot breath tickling his neck sending shivers down his spine.
Akaza became flustered and tried to pull away, but Douma was intent on keeping Akaza near him. The blonde turned Akaza’s head to lean in for a kiss but the pink bared his fangs.
“Don’t worry. I like it when you make it hard for me.”
Douma thrusted his hips forward earning a loud, choked gasp from the pinkette. As the blonde’s pace began to pick up, the pink’s face contorted with pleasure and small noises of protest escaped from his mouth.
Douma was thoughtfully observing the flabbergasted upper moon. His flabbergasted upper moon.
At first, Douma couldn’t describe what he felt when he first met Akaza. He had never felt emotions before. But something in him had snapped, and he never expected he would get attached to the feisty demon. Under Akaza’s tough act, he could imagine a snappy yet timid demon.
Letting out a wail, Akaza threw his head back, closed his tearful eyes, and rocked his hips back to meet Douma’s thrusts. Quickly realizing what he had done, Akaza covered his hands over his face in embarrassment.
Douma removed Akaza’s hands. “I want to hear you and see you, Akaza-dono~~”
Akaza’s eyes began to roll back and his face turned bright red as his lips parted.
“MgH~ Stoppp..it- *HIC* f-feellsss weird…D-Dooooumaa~~” Akaza let out a guttural noise.
“Don’t worry Akaza-dono. It will feel good soon so you can scream my name as much is you want.” He huffed into Akaza neck, leaning over and kissing around his jaw to comfort him.
Akaza put his hands on the wall in order to stop his knees from buckling and Douma kept pace with the dry humping. Douma then reached towards Akaza’s chest and pinched Akaza’s nipples earning a high-pitched squeak from the pinkette.
“You like that, slut?” Douma whispered as he nibbled at Akaza’s earlobe.
“W-what? I’m n-not a slut…” Akaza growled while tilting his head away from the sharp teeth.
Douma slapped Akaza’s ass earning another squeak with a mixture of pleasure.
“Then what’s this?” Douma’s hand groped Akaza’s ass and went down further just so Akaza could feel how hard and wet he was. “These are your pussy juices. You’re my bitch now.”
Akaza was shocked by Douma’s statement, eyes wide and his eyebrows furrowed.
Staring directly at Douma, yellow eyes shining with the kanji “three” written, he scowled. (Idk if it’s actually Kanji)
“I’m not your bitch. Now get the hell off of m-me before I get really mad,” Akaza said struggling to get from under the bigger demon that was pushing him face first into the wall. Douma used his Blood Demon Art to make sure Akaza was really stuck.
Douma’s crushing force never stopped and Akaza was practically pinned against the wall with Douma’s Blood Demon Art breathless and feeling violated.
“Why the hell are you doing this?” Akaza tearfully managed to say.
Douma paused for a moment before bending down and whispering, “I’ve held it in for too long.”
Akaza looked at him, a mix between anger, shock, and disgust, not even sure how to response to such a lame ass answer.
Finally, Akaza broke the silence. “You like me?” His face changed quickly to anger. “This isn’t love. None of what you’re doing right now is love. You are a psychopath.” Akaza raised his raspy voice towards the end of the sentence followed by a sudden hiccup.
Douma was surprised by this statement, although his face didn’t show it, he was momentarily stunned.
“Why do you play so hard to get, Akaza-dono?” Douma frowned.
And then Douma gave another hard and sudden thrust into the dry humping, making Akaza’s dick twitch and pre-cum leak out even more.
Douma wrapped his arms around Akaza’s neck in a chokehold and thrusted his waist into Akaza’s ass, putting the pinkette on edge. Finally, Akaza’s body spasmed as his tongue lolled out and he drooled as his eyes rolled back farther than ever, face flushed and littered with tears.
“I-I can’t *HIC* br-breathe-“ Akaza whined.
He didn’t want Douma to see this side of him. His vulnerable side.
And his eyes, usually unwavering and cold, were hazy.
Douma shivered in excitement seeing Akaza so submissive, so exposed, so limp and helpless in his arms. Akaza clawed at Douma’s chokehold but Douma only squeezed tighter.
“Do you like being choked? Pervert.” Douma whispered into Akaza’s ear. Akaza was blissed out and could only lean back into Douma.
Akaza desperately clawed at Douma’s arms, leaving behind bloodied marks that were quickly healed.
“No, I-I’m not a pervert. *HIC* I can’t b-be,” Akaza sniffled.
As Douma’s Blood Demon Art unraveled, Akaza knees gave up as the felt to the ground groaning and twitching, slumped over, ass up, and a wet noticeable tent in his pants from cumming once already.
“D-Doumaaaa…why are you doing this to m-me…” Wet tears rolled down Akaza’s face as he slowly stood up towards the nearest exit, embarrassed and exhausted. He was hoping this was the end but knew it was a wishful thinking.
But Douma wasn’t done yet. “You can’t get away this easily. I haven’t cum yet.”
“Fuck y-you.” Akaza spat.
“Oh my~ how foul mouthed you are. You still need to be taught another lesson.”
All Akaza could do was helplessly watch as Douma pulled the pinkette on his lap face down, pulled down Akaza’s pants, tore his shirt, and raised his hand in the air, only to bring it down harshly on Akaza’s behind. A loud smack reverberated around the room with shock and silence from Akaza following after.
“STOP! I’M NOT A LITTLE KID!!” Akaza screeched as Douma spanked him once again. He loved how Akaza reacted to his teasing. Akaza swung his legs and arms wildly but Douma made him feel as much pain as possible.
Douma smirked and continued hitting, the force of the hits causing Akaza’s skin to rip open and bleed with the sound of bones cracking. Akaza flinched with pain trying to regenerate. Douma brought his hands down rougher and faster to make sure he heard Akaza whimpering. Douma eventually stopped hitting leaving Akaza’s ass red and sore with a big hand print.
By this time, Douma’s dick was straining through his pants and Akaza could feel the erection rubbing against his stomach and chest.
“Grggh..” Akaza let a a low grumble from his throat and tried to shift his body away from the hard object, but Douma roughly grabbed his pink locks and held him in place.
“I want you to feel the hard cock that you’ll be begging for when I penetrate you and fill you up with my warm sperm. Who knows? I might even impregnate you,” Douma purred as he bent down by Akaza’s ear. “I will make sure your body remembers the shape of my cock.”
“I-It’s impossible. I- *HIC* can’t get pregnant.” Akaza whispered.
“I’m just going to keep trying,” Douma smirked. “I’ll make sure it happens. I’ll make sure you submit to me and carry our future children.” A sadistic smile spread across the blonde’s face, his gorgeous rainbow pools of eyes piercing daggers through Akaza.
Akaza flinched at this statement and felt a shiver up his back he had never felt before.
Douma then flipped Akaza over on his back to see his face. A devilish smile errupted following a chuckle.
“My oh my~ you look absolutely delicious.”
Akaza’s face was a mixture of obvious fear and a heavy blush. Shiny beads of sweat made his pink locks stick to his forehead.
As Douma stared intently at the pink demon, a slick warmness began to creep up Akaza’s bottom.
‘Am I actually horny right now?’ Akaza questioned. ‘No way in hell. It can’t be. Not for this dick bag.’
“You must love being dominated. I’m surprised you aren’t some prostitute serving anyone who can pleasure you,” Douma growled seductively. He ran his eyes down the shaking pinkettes body from his pecs he would love to mark with hickeys and pinch till they were swollen, his rippled abs that he would love to drag his tongue along while tracing his markings, all the way down to his member where he would suck until it was red and on the verge of cumming, and his hole that he would fuck until it remembered his cock and was cream pied every day.
Just the thought of it made Douma drool.
The blonde demon slipped his hands under the pinkette’s legs and also using his BDL (Blood Demon Art) to make sure he was bound by his wrists and his legs were open and exposed. The blonde then took his fingers and pressed it against the smaller one’s lips.
Akaza snarled in disgust because he knew what was going to happen next.
“Open up, Akaza.” Douma smirked, his colorful eyes narrowing.
“No.” Akaza snarled. “I hate you. Fucking pervert. Go to hell.”
Douma blushed, a sly smile snaking onto his face. “Say that more. I like it.”
Suddenly, Akaza let out a long deep moan.
“MmGHhh~ AaHhH!?!”
Akaza back arched at an inhumanely angle and more tears threatened to spill out. Douma harshly twisted his red and swollen bud, taking this as a chance to shove his fingers down Akaza’s throat.
“MmmMgaaHhH~!” Akaza twisted his head to get Douma’s finger out of his mouth, but Douma pumped his fingers faster, thrusting in different directions. His saliva coated the fingers as they pleasure his mouth, dancing around and pressing on his tongue.
Akaza felt like he was losing his mind, but he wouldn’t give in so easily. He wasn’t just going to be a pleasure machine for the demon he hated most.
So, Akaza bit down on the fingers in his mouth, feeling the warm taste of copper explode in his mouth. It was disgusting but he kept biting down. His saliva was mixing with the blonde’s blood.
Douma was surprised by this resistance but despite the pain, his smirk grew and he drove his fingers even deeper into Akaza’s throat making the pink demon gag.
“Your throat is so tight,” Douma cooed. “Like the taste of my blood?”
Akaza’s face scrunched up at this comment and he bit down harder until he could hear the bone crunch and snap.
Douma pushed his fist further in, making Akaza’s eyes water and roll back.
“Yes that’s it. Take it all in.” Douma said happily.
Akaza thrashed about as Douma pushed his fist further in, whimpering as his mouth stretched wider than it ever should.
“If you want me to stop, then suck on it,” Douma said as he regenerated his hand inside Akaza’s gaping mouth.
Akaza felt disgusted.
The feisty one glared at the blonde in return refusing to do something so shameful. Douma sighed and then used his BDL to mess with Akaza’s dick.
The BDL started snaking in spirals up the base of Akaza’s pink pubic hairs and the shaft, all the way to the head where it started rubbing aggressively over the tip.
Akaza’s body froze in shock at this and a heavy blush appeared on his face. Pre-cum started to bubble out of his cock as he tried to look away from the blonde demon sitting on his chest and at his dick which was being messed with.
“Ah~Ah~Ah~ Akaza-Dono, look at me.” Douma commanded as he grabbed Akaza’s jaw with his free hand and pushed his hand down further.
Akaza aggressively thrashed about in an attempt to get the taller demon off, but he stayed in the same posistion with his demon art now going inside Akaza’s dick.
Muffled screams could be heard behind Douma’s fist, but Douma coldly said, “This is your punishment. All you had to do was suck.”
Akaza’s throat bulged as Douma pushed his fist further, Akaza trying to bite it off despite the blood but Douma was just regenerating. More of Douma’s BDL messed with Akaza’s dick, as well as poking at his red hole and starting to enter there too.
Tears pooled out of Akaza’s eyes and down his rosy cheeks, snot coming out of his nose and excessive drool mixed with blood, and his eyes rolling to the back of his head in a fainting manner.
Douma simply slapped Akaza on the cheek to keep him conscious as his forearm began to enter Akaza’s mouth.
“With a throat as large as that, you could give me so many blowjobs” Douma laughed as Akaza began to cough up his own blood. “Come on, don’t be dramatic, this won’t kill you.”
Akaza twisted in his restraints to claw at Douma’s arm and plead for mercy, but Douma kept pushing with the bulge in Akaza’s neck growing.
“Yes that’s it, take it all in. You’re halfway there.” Douma sneered. “Let me help you.”
The blonde demon forced his arm in faster, Akaza too tired to bite down anymore and instead just took it while coughing up immense amounts of blood.
Douma had this crazed look in his eyes as he pushed faster, surely knocking Akaza unconsciously until his entire arm was almost in Akaza’s mouth. Still, Douma kept pushing until his armpit was practically at Akaza’s swollen lips.
“There. You’re done.” Douma smiled. “Now to take it out.”
Douma began pulling slowly, possibly to even torture the already knocked out demon. Blood splattered out of Akaza’s mouth in large amounts, coating the blonde’s arm’s in a deep shade of crimson. Douma only smirked and resumed pulling out, the bulge in Akaza’s neck contorting in different directions and sizes until it fully disappeared.
Douma finally got his arm out that was coated in saliva and blood, with the still unconscious striped demon underneath him.
Regardless, the demon used his BDL to thrust inside Akaza’s ass and dick, cum squirting out like a fountain.
Getting a clear view of the unconscious demon, Douma’s gaze went down to Akaza’s flushed chest, and Douma had to admit, Akaza was hot. His pecs might stuck out like a sore thumb, especially his large nipples that were pink and stimulated.
He had plump pink lips, thick eyelashes, soft hair, flawless skin, a doll-like face, pretty eyes, a big chest and a curvy bottom. Anyone might have mistaken Akaza for a girl if he had long hair.
Several impure thoughts came to Douma’s mind in the past. He had imagined Akaza dressed in a maid outfit with cat ears and a butt plug for the tail. He will call Douma his master, or daddy. Douma would fuck him non-stop until he was completely cream pied. He also had imagined Akaza in a skimpy bathing suit so his nipples would be sticking out and his ass plump and in view so Douma could watch his cute and defiant face deep throat him and lick the pinkette’s used hole until it was sopping wet. He would make sure Akaza would swallow every drop his cock put into him. He would make sure to break Akaza.
He had even imagined Akaza hogtied up and blindfolded, begging for Douma to fuck him senseless after being stimulated by sex toys for so long without ejaculating. Maybe if Douma could fill Akaza up with so much semen, he would be pregnant and belong to him. Be pregnant? His? Only belonging to him? What an intriguing thought.
Douma grinned at the thought of a submissive Akaza, but first Akaza would need to be trained. Trained to be a complete slut that would depend on Douma for everything and be his cock sleeve whenever and wherever.
“You don’t realize how good look right now, do you?” Douma said while leaning over and pecking the unconscious demon’s lips.
He went in between the pinkette’s legs, taking a chance to squeeze the thick thighs and mark them all over. He sucked greedily at the flesh, lapping it with his tongue and biting down on it to leave teeth marks. It was a five-star meal, the juicy flesh more than enough to satiate anyone’s desire.
His mouth eventually traveled to Akaza’s erection, interested at how his striped pattern ran all the way down this far. Hungrily licking his lips, Douma took it inside his wet cavern, Douma began to ferociously suck on the swollen erection. Akaza squirmed at this, his lips curling into a slight frown and his cheeks a rosy red.
Douma began bobbing his head, tongue flicking over Akaza’s tip with beads of cum, before making his way down the base and deep throating the member so that it’s soft pink pubic hairs tickled his nose, finally going to the demon’s balls. The blonde engulfed them in his mouth, sucking as if they were large candy that were packed with flavor. Akaza, feeling the pleasure down below, rocked his hips in rhythm with Douma’s mouth and hands that were surprisingly gentle but deft at work. Douma mewled as Akaza slightly bucked his hips so his erection touched the back of the blonde’s throat, making the pinkette even hornier. Douma, feeling Akaza’s erection twitch and throb in his mouth, stopped sucking with a loud pop leaving a string of saliva attached to his lips and the member.
“Now it’s your turn to pleasure me,”Douma spoke eagerly.
Douma unclothed his hard member dabbled with precum. Lining up his cock against the puffy hole, Douma slowly began to push in, causing a faint reaction from the smaller demon recovering from fainting.
“Ah~” Douma sighed as he felt the tight, warm walls convulse against his cock. “So good…I always dreamed of this moment. You’re sucking on me as if you don’t want to let go.”
Douma bucked his hips suddenly causing the pink demon to awaken.
“W-what the fuck-?!?” Akaza yelled in surprise. He looked down to see his bottom connected to Douma.
“Why, hello there. You finally woke up?” Douma’s snickered.
“Yeah, you piece of shit! Now take that thing the fuck outta me!” Akaza seethed. “GET IT OUUuuTtTt~”
The threatening words had hit an octave after Douma thrusted his hips forward making his balls collide with Akaza’s ass.
Akaza shook with pleasure as come shot up from his own member, covering his lower body.
“Don’t be mad, Akaza-dono~” Douma pleaded. “I want to make you feel good.”
The pinkette was done with this bullshit, this humiliation, this degradation.
“SHUT UP! I WOULD NEVER FEEL GOOD HAVING SEX WITH A PERSON LIKE YOU!!!” Akaza screeched.
Douma went silent and his head drooped. Akaza went quiet as well already regretting what he had said at the tone in the room eerily changing.
“I’ll make you like it.” Douma said.
Before Akaza could react, Douma pulled his dick backwards inside Akaza until only the head was inside, then he aggressively brought it forward.
Akaza let out something between a pained yelp and a moan as the thrust was so forceful their skin clapped together making Akaza bleed.
Douma only used the blood as lube as he thrusted in and out at an inhumane pace, hitting Akaza’s prostate every time sending him to Cloud 9.
“Admit it. You loved being treated like this. Fucking mongrel.” Douma huffed estatic, grabbing Akaza’s waist and digging his nails until moon shaped crescents were left.
“No! I don’t. I can’t!” Akaza cried. He couldn’t deny it. His body loved this. It felt good.
“Take it, bitch.” Douma growled.
Quickening his pace, Douma thrusted as deep as possible as he used his BDL to stimulate Akaza’s sore nipples.
Douma leaned forward and forced his mouth onto Akaza’s in a passionate kiss. Saliva snaked out of their mouths as their tongues clashed for dominance, Douma’s of course coming out on top. Douma bit Akaza’s plump lips, blood drawing and mixing into the kiss. Muffled moans were also heard from the smaller one as Douma never stopped thrusting into Akaza, intent on giving him his seed.
Just as quickly as he had came before, Akaza could feel the warmth bubbling up again in his cock.
“D-Doumaaa~” Akaza whined as the blonde demon stopped kissing the pink one and began sucking on his neck. “I-I want t-to come, please let me come…”
“I want everyone to see that you belong to me,” Douma growled ignoring Akaza, a string of saliva disconnecting on the dark spot on Akaza’s neck.
Douma continued to trail hickeys down Akaza’s neck and to his collarbone, biting down and drawing blood and sucking on the wound. He eventually got to Akaza’s chest and twisted the sore buds, earning more mewls from the pinkette drunk on pleasure.
“Pleaseeee~let me cum!” Akaza sniffled and begged Douma.
“Hush, not yet.” Douma whispered comfortingly, but that didn’t really do a lot to help Akaza.
Douma’s fingernail traced around the left nipple and he pursed his lips and sucked on the right one. Akaza threw his head back and bucked his hips from the overwhelming pleasure.
“I want milk to come out,” Douma mumbled while fondling Akaza’s pectorals.
“I-It won’t- *HIC*” Akaza whimpered.
“I wanna get you pregnant. You’re so cute.” Douma mumbled while burying himself in Akaza’s chest further.
“S-stop thrustinggg~” Akaza begged as fat tears bursted out. Akaza couldn’t control his voice. His tongue lolled out and he tried to crawl away, but Douma grabbed Akaza waist in collided it with his own. “AGGGHHH~ IT FEELS SOOoo gOoDd~” Akaza screamed in ecstasy.
“That’s it, scream that you love your husband fucking you. Scream it so the whole world can hear!” Douma smiled maniacally as he thrusted harder.
Akaza tried to grab on to anything for support, but Douma pinned his hands.
“Oh no, you’re not escaping this time. Feel me inside you? I’m gonna make sure this ass gets what it needs.”
The blonde had this crazy look, and Akaza was ashamed to be turned on by it.
“D-DOUMA PLEASE, *HIC* I WANT TO CUM-“ At this point Akaza was full on crying, nose red and snot coming out while begging. He was going insane.
Douma smiled. “Well since you’re so cute, I’ll let you cum with me.
Akaza was seeing stars as cum shot out from his dick, and he could tell Douma was close from his sloppy thrusts.
“W-wait, Do-Douma! St-Stop!!” Akaza tried pushing away the taller demon but to no avail.
“I want to come in you..!” Douma latched on to Akaza’s waist and thrusted deeper.
“AaAAGh~ W-WAIT-“ The sound of slapping skin stops as Douma thrusts his hips forward one last time to cum inside Akaza making the pink one twitch in pleasure. Akaza threw his head back as he orgasmed alongside Douma, his whole body shaking as he felt a pool a warmth rush into him.
“D-Doumaaaaa~!”
Douma gave a few more sloppy thrust while ejaculating before coming to a complete stop inside Akaza, gyrating his hips and circles to make sure not a drop of come is wasted.
Akaza’s face is flushed as he lets out some more incoherent moans and mumbles, body still twitching in the aftermath. Douma gave Akaza one more innocent kiss on the lips before taking his cock out of the stretched and abused hole. Come slowly pooled out of it. Making sure he had saved up all week, Douma had came so much that Akaza’s stomach had a slight bulge in it.
Pants and huffs could be heard around the room as Douma wiped his sweat soaked forehead with his silvery-blonde hair sticking to it. Akaza was still dazed out and his body had not stopped spasming.
Douma pulled Akaza on top of him so he was sitting on Douma’s lap. Akaza was confused by this but was too tired to do anything. Douma nuzzled the pinkettes neck and purred into Akaza’s ear, maybe as a thanks for the great time. Petting Akaza’s head, he mumbled sweet nothings before abruptly apologizing. Still blissed out, Akaza threw his head back and gasped for breath when Douma thrusted into him again.
“W-waiTttt- *HICCc* I th-thought we were d-donEeE!!!” Akaza screamed.
“Not yet, kitten. I’m gonna fill you up more.” Douma said while nibbling on Akaza shoulder. Akaza’s blood ran down Douma’s lips from the wound he inflicted.
Incoherent screams, begging, and hiccups erupted from Akaza’s lips. Douma kept up his rough pace using the come to slip into Akaza easier.
“I. Won’t. Stop. Until. Your. Filled.” Douma huffed ecstatically.
“NoOoOoOo!!~” Akaza body shivered with pleasure as Douma slammed into him once more. The thrusts were so harsh the floor began to creak and stir.
Douma leaned into Akaza and smashed their lips together, Douma wrapping his large hands in Akaza’s small pink locks and threading his tongue with the smaller male.
“HnngHh-!” Akaza closed his eyes and leaned into the passionate kiss, intertwining his tongue with the platinum-blonde’s and grinding his hips against the taller male. Blood began to leak out of Akaza’s hole from the rough sex and strain.
Douma smirked against the kiss. “Good boy.” He said while breaking up the kiss leaving Akaza whining from the warm absence in his mouth.
Bucking up his hips more, Douma’s dick began throbbing inside Akaza’s domain.
“I-I’m gonna come, Akaza,” Douma said while biting on Akaza’s nape. “TAKE IT ALL!!” Wet smacks reverberated around the room.
He gave one final thrust into Akaza’s throbbing hole, pinching the pinkettes nipples, and letting the white substance be pumped from his dick into Akaza’s sore hole, the pinkette screaming at the top of his lungs coming alongside the blonde.
The white liquid from Akaza’s dick went up to Akaza’s chest, painting his flushed body white and the liquid dripping out in clumps from his ass. Sweat ran down Akaza’s face, his breathing heavy and quick. Douma removed his member to observe the artwork he had created.
Akaza looked so sexy full of his seed, his stomach bulging, cum squeezing out of his stretched hole, and his body shaking still after the orgasm. Douma had also observed the pinkette’s cum splattered across his own heaving chest, making his pink nipples pop up against his pale skin. And the look in Akaza’s dazed eyes. So wonderful. So lovely. So delicious. Douma licked his lips.
Douma shifted his attention down to himself, seeing cum that had painted his member white while some was on his chest and waist. He smirked.
He crawled over to Akaza’s sprawled, sweaty body and rested his head on top of the pinkette’s chest, snuggling in it.
Realising he had finally gotten what he wanted. To show Akaza the extent of his love. But this wasn’t the end. There was more to come. Much more.