Kafka had been feeling antsy these past few days.
Far away on their own secluded haven in one of Nero's residences, long after their recovery from what happened back at Ilvermony. Kafka had assumed something shifted in him after that day, specifically after he bit him.
with the subtle trembles shooting through his spine. Both hands holding for dear life with a death grip on Nero's shoulders, a pitiful attempt to anchor himself back to reality.
He needed his Nero, so bad. Physically, emotionally, mentally. Kafka knew Nero realized that.
And so they waited, right there, for a moment much-needed for the poor baby.
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so hard it had his cock spurting white ropes of cum all over their bare stomach, so much it felt like he couldn't stop, spilling endlessly as his back arched high, bare neck and chest displayed to the air.
His release just kept on pouring out even when he went completely laccid,
utterly fucked out of his soul, mind went static Kafka could only lay there with eyes barely open anymore as he stare on Nero deliriously.
Kafka trembled so hard—his body practically begging for more.
"Hnn— 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦."
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He tried his best to flush their lower body back together or any sort of friction for a relief, blindly grinding the sheets and Nero's legs, and the sight of his state now was obscene.
Nero would understand, he always did; Kafka sighed at the thoughts at the back of his head.
The decision to fully submit and devote his whole trust, body, and soul had been made long in the past.
That if today Nero wanted to wreck him so much to the point of him dying from the loss of blood, he would.
At least, he'd die happy and in bliss.
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