Is pretty much Ticky's last coherent thought in the early moments of being abruptly fucked vigorously against a tree. Both of his hands had still been occupied, so his upper body and the right side of his face take the full, initial hit, and most of the following friction as he's very quickly fucked raw.
And that's all so fucking good; even when his footing briefly betrays him and his dick rubs up against the tree, which successfully elicits a sharp curse that's more pain than pleasure, the actual hurt is just another sort of turn on. And even when he pulls his hand away from Kazuma's hair and get it between his lower body and the tree, each rough fuck and rare but even rougher rub of bark-on-cock very quickly devolves him into hungry moans and breathless little swears.
The hand in Kazuma's ass he just... keeps there, letting the other man use it and periodically pushing into him roughly, sometimes with nails because he's forgetting to be nice. But for the most part he doesn't have the strength to do much else. Right up until the moment where he's coming, forehead pressed against the tree and hips jerking in erratic shudders. No sound, not even breathing, but a wide and not very With It grin that Kazuma probably can't see.]
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Is pretty much Ticky's last coherent thought in the early moments of being abruptly fucked vigorously against a tree. Both of his hands had still been occupied, so his upper body and the right side of his face take the full, initial hit, and most of the following friction as he's very quickly fucked raw.
And that's all so fucking good; even when his footing briefly betrays him and his dick rubs up against the tree, which successfully elicits a sharp curse that's more pain than pleasure, the actual hurt is just another sort of turn on. And even when he pulls his hand away from Kazuma's hair and get it between his lower body and the tree, each rough fuck and rare but even rougher rub of bark-on-cock very quickly devolves him into hungry moans and breathless little swears.
The hand in Kazuma's ass he just... keeps there, letting the other man use it and periodically pushing into him roughly, sometimes with nails because he's forgetting to be nice. But for the most part he doesn't have the strength to do much else. Right up until the moment where he's coming, forehead pressed against the tree and hips jerking in erratic shudders. No sound, not even breathing, but a wide and not very With It grin that Kazuma probably can't see.]