[ Though his wrists are now freed, Endo's muscles feel lazy with the aftermath of pleasure — his limbs languid and unresponsive. He does need to clean up, but the effort seems too much, the distance it would put between himself and Umemiya not worth it. So he simply does not move, preferring his current position above all else. ]
I always thought I would fuck you.
[ His voice is a murmur, as lazy as the rest of him. His eyes are half-lidded. He feels the power of Umemiya's dominance, but his submissive headspace is a little different this time — more playful than fully submerged.
The words he speaks are true, despite the upturn of his lips. Back under the mistletoe, back before all of this — hell, even at the beginning of this, after that first session. Truthfully, there was only one person that Endo would imagine topping him — the only person who'd outright reject him. ]
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I always thought I would fuck you.
[ His voice is a murmur, as lazy as the rest of him. His eyes are half-lidded. He feels the power of Umemiya's dominance, but his submissive headspace is a little different this time — more playful than fully submerged.
The words he speaks are true, despite the upturn of his lips. Back under the mistletoe, back before all of this — hell, even at the beginning of this, after that first session. Truthfully, there was only one person that Endo would imagine topping him — the only person who'd outright reject him. ]
I bet you always assumed you'd fuck me.
[ He raises himself up on his elbows. ]
Hmm?