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Chamber has never had much success with romantic relationships. He thinks it has something to do with the fact that he’s insanely possessive; when he falls in love with someone, he obsesses over them to the point where they dominate his every waking thought. He wants to own them, to ruin them.
This may be why his relationship with Yoru has been going so well. Yoru likes being ruined.
“I never expected the riftwalker would be such a whore,” Chamber muses, working two fingers deeper into his lover. The duelist is naked and panting on his bed, while Chamber is still fully clothed. Yoru’s only response is a moan, and Chamber murmurs encouragement as he runs his fingertips along the duelist’s walls, looking for his prostate. He’s rewarded with a gasp when he finds it, and his face breaks into a sadistic smile as he thrusts relentlessly against the same spot.
Yoru’s back arches and he keens, eyes rolling back from the wonderful pressure. Chamber’s other arm snakes up to the duelist’s abdomen, and he effortlessly keeps him in place as he continues his ministrations.
“Sensitive, are we?” taunts the sentinel, rubbing with just a little too much force, knowing the duelist likes it.
“I can’t – Chamber, please, please!”
Chamber quirks an eyebrow, but his voice remains calm. “Close already, mon chat? You really are sensitive.”
Yoru barely hears him, lost in the mindless pleasure that shudders through him every time Chamber hits that spot. Chamber sees it and thrusts even faster, making Yoru gasp and claw at the sheets.
“You can come,” Chamber tells him, massaging Yoru’s stomach and moving downwards to grasp his cock as the duelist gasps, his eyelids fluttering. He strokes it in time to his thrusts, and Yoru groans. It doesn’t take long until the tension in his core snaps, and he comes all over Chamber’s hand.
Chamber works him through his orgasm, then withdraws his fingers. Yoru sighs and relaxes into the bedsheets, trying to catch his breath.
“Well, this shirt is ruined,” sighs Chamber, eliciting a huff of breathless laughter from his lover. Chamber caresses Yoru’s cheek as the duelist tries to respond, mouthing soundlessly as he tries to catch his breath.
“What was that, chaton?”
Yoru licks his lips before rasping, “No one told you to wear a dress shirt to bed, idiot.”
Chamber smiles in response, leaning in to kiss him. It’s a soft kiss, all tongue and no teeth, but Chamber drags it out until Yoru is gasping for breath before letting him breathe.
“You look so good like this,” whispers Chamber softly, and Yoru shivers at the pure adoration in his voice, trying to calm his ragged breaths. “So good for me.”
Almost subconsciously, Yoru looks down. He can make out the outline of Chamber’s half-hard cock in his trousers, and the sight makes his cheeks burn.
Clearing his throat, Yoru looks away awkwardly, but not before Chamber notices. The sentinel’s gaze grows dark, and he grins wickedly.
“Still hungry, hmm?”