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kusuke is euphoric, finally, finally, kusuo has lost his powers and he has finally won.
kusuo is sitting quietly on his bed, antennas and glasses gone, and kusuke’s thoughts overflow with sick thoughts, a sick fantasy that he had since he was young and right now, with the way kusuo is, he can finally live it out.
when he approaches him, kusuo looks up at him suspiciously. and when he pushes him down on the bed and hovers over him, he frowns, “what are you doing?” his voice is weak from never using it but kusuke revels in it- the thought of making kusuo moan and cry exciting him to no end.
he combs his fingers through his hair and leans in even closer, kusuo is trying to push him off but he's weak now- nothing like his old self. kusuke smiles at the weak struggle and goes to kiss him but kusuo turns his head and he's kissing his cheek instead of his mouth. how cute, kusuke takes his face in his hands and forces it to turn his way, kusuo is glaring at him harshly and it makes kusuke’s body feel even hotter. he smiles and kisses him, the way he wanted to kiss him for years.
kusuo is biting his lip harshly and he can taste the bitterness of his blood, he sweeps his hands under kusuo’s shirt- on to his warm skin and kusuo shivers. his biting becomes rougher and his pushing has more force to it but kusuke doesn't stop- he pushes even closer and forces his mouth open- shoving his tongue in kusuo’s mouth and playing with his tongue.
kusuo bites down but it's not harsh, kusuo’s morals preventing him from just biting his tongue off and leaving. kusuke’s heart swoons as he breaks the kiss, kusuo is breathing harshly and if looks could kill he would be dead with the way he glares at him. kusuke smiles at him and his eyes narrow even more. he kisses down kusuo’s face and to his neck, kusuo shivers as his back arches- kusuke biting and licking away on his neck, “you're pretty sensitive huh?” he teases and he can feel kusuo’s glare but he indulges in the hateful glowering and keeps mouthing at his neck, his hands going higher until he plays with his nipples. kusuo whimpers but quickly covers his mouth with his hand, trying to prevent any more sounds coming out but just the sound of kusuo’s tiny whimper has kusuke harder than ever.
he stops playing with his neck and takes kusuo’s shirt off, he struggles for a bit but when kusuke licks his chest he goes limp, letting him fully take the shirt off. kusuke takes in the sight of kusuo shirtless and weak, head turned away from him and mouth still covered by his hand. he kisses the back of kusuo’s hand causing him to cringe before he goes lower, licking at his nipples and taking one in his mouth. he can hear the weak, muffled sounds kusuo lets out. he wants to hear more. he grabs his arm and forces it to his side, kusuo scowls at him and he goes back to mouthing at his nipples, his other hand still holding kusuo’s arm down. when he looks up, kusuo is biting his lip harshly, clearly trying to hide any sounds, “don't try to hide it, i think they're hot.”
kusuo glowers at him, “thats why im-” kusuo’s voice turns to a moan as kusuke gropes him through his pants, squeezing down on his bulge, kusuo throws his head back when he creeps his hand under his pants and boxers and touches his bare member, fingering the slit- kusuo moans louder- still muffled. kusuke keeps playing with his nipples as he plays with his dick and kusuo is writhing underneath him, hands clenched around his shirt. “stop trying to hide it.” he whispers and licks at kusuo’s ear, kusuo’s back arches and his hand clench even tighter, “s-stop” kusuo says weakly, a whimper escaping his mouth as kusuke fists his dick, “doesn't seem like you want me to stop.” kusuke smirks as he tightens his grip- kusuo’s back arches and his arms shake.
he kisses him one more and stops touching him, kusuo whimpers and bucks his hips into nothing. kusuke laughs at the motion and pushes the rest of kusuo’s clothing off, he kneels down and kusuo’s legs spread without him having to force them to, “someones eager.” he comments and kisses at his inner thigh, kusuo mewls above him and his legs clench around his head. he runs his hands up and down his legs, biting and leaving marks along his legs before he kisses the tip of kusuo’s cock. kusuo lets out a muffled moan as he kisses the tip, tongue curling around it. he relaxes his throat and takes it in his mouth until his nose is pressed against his pubic hair and the smell of his musk surrounds him. kusuo groans above him, hands in his hair. he bobs his head up and down until kusuo’s back is arching- his head thrown back with whimpers and whines leaving his throat. he can feel his member twitch in his mouth and he sucks it a bit longer, until kusuo is dangerously close, chest heaving and legs tight around his head. then he stops- taking kusuo’s dick out his mouth as he whines pathetically with his hips bucking into the air.
kusuke laughs at the waterness of his eyes, his lip bitten and bleeding and he’s still glaring at him even when his cock is aching and spilling. kusuke lowers his own pants down enough until he can take his cock out- red and wet, and over his pants. he grabs the lube sitting in his pockets and he can feel kusuo’s stare as he lathers his fingers with it.
he presses down at kusuo’s hole and enters a finger, kusuo shivers above him, “n-not there-'' his sentence is broken by a moan as he inserts another finger, pressing along his walls and onto his prostate- kusuo moans loudly with his back arching. kusuke kisses at his thighs as he spreads his fingers, stretching his hole. he adds more lube before inserting another finger. kusuo shakes- a sob leaving his mouth as his legs clench and shake around his head. kusuke spreads him out a bit more and takes out his fingers- kissing at his entrance. kusuo whines as he stands up and lathers his dick with lube.
he presses his tip against his hole, kusuo shivers beneath him, legs wrapped around his waist. he leans down and kisses him, this time kusuo opens his mouth willingly and he presses his tongue in.
kusuo’s hands clench around his hair as he thrusts in, bottoming out in one go. kusuo moans loudly, and presses his hips down- head thrown back and back arching. kusuke’s hands holding his hips as he thrust into him again, hitting his prostate and making kusuo moan even louder. kusuo’s hands scratch and slide down his back, sobs escaping his lips as kusuke fucks into him again and again.
when kusuke looks at his face, the sight turns him on even more. kusuo’s eyes are watery and there's tears sliding down his face, mixing with the saliva that slips out his mouth, his mouth red and open- moans getting out freely and as he hits his prostate- hard and deep, his eyes roll back into his head, a truly fucked out expression on his face.
kusuke groans and nips at his neck as he drives into him, everything is even better than he imagined it. kusuo groans and whines as he presses even deeper, and when he bites his neck and thrusts into his prostate, kusuo lets out a sinful moan- back arching as he cums- coating their chests. kusuke growls at the sight and fucks into him faster. kusuo is trembling underneath him, tears falling down his face as he thrusts into him harshly- not caring about the pleas kusuo says. until he feels the familiar knot in his stomach and thrusts deep into kusuo as he cums.
kusuo is panting as he slides out, cum and lube spilling out. kusuke basks in the afterglow, head in kusuo’s neck. then he stands up, wipes his dick off with kusuo’s shirt, fixing his clothes. and before he leaves, he takes a picture of kusuo laying there, eyes empty with tears and saliva mixed on his face, cum covering his chest and leaking out his hole- marks littered along his body.