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Full.
It's the only word Toono can think of to describe what he feels right now. Full. Full of Kashima, of his copious amounts of release, of his— still miraculously hard— cock.
Spooning against his back, the source of the fullness groans, giving a short grind of his hips that equates to an obscene, sloppy noise coming from in between Toono's trembling legs. Toono's already full to bursting, so of course Kashima bottoming out causes the boy's cum to spill past Toono's abused rim and leak down to his thighs, one of many translucent white paths streaking down his skin.
(He wonders, vaguely, how many times the other boy has finished in him— by the time Kashima had stiffened against him for the fourth time, Toono was already starting to have trouble getting out pathetic, garbled excuses of sentences— keeping track of anything was completely out of the question.)
"Ah, ah, nnn— Toono…" Kashima moans into the sweaty, flushed skin of the brunet's shoulder; his hips are moving a little faster now, his pace a little more hurried as he proceeds to further carve his shape into Toono's loose hole. "So— good, uh-unhh, fuck, g-good for me."
Toono can't say anything, can't do anything— well, can't do anything that isn't letting out a series of watery, hiccuped whines as his insides are once again prodded at. It doesn't hurt— he likes to think he's gotten used to Kashima's insatiable libido— but Toono can't imagine ever having the stamina to be able to enjoy the stimulation over and over again.
He hates to think it, but maybe he's becoming a little bit jealous of some of his photography club peers.
As previously stated, Kashima seems to have no such problems with stamina. In fact, he's already letting out these small, fragmented whines that Toono knows he only makes when he's close, a staccato of almost pained noises that sound off right by the shell of the brunet's ear. His grip on Toono tightens, pulling the two of them into an even stronger embrace as he starts babbling out praises. "So g-good, oh, so good n' t-tight, fuck, good boy—" (Toono whines low and throaty at the endearment) "Gonna keep you here as long as I can— nnnn— on my cock, taking m-me so good, I— I—! Toono…!"
Toono's head goes so wonderfully light and fuzzy when Kashima bottoms out hard, a direct hit to his prostate that sends him reeling through a dry orgasm that he didn't think he was capable of. The soft squeeze of Toono around him is enough to send Kashima over the edge, too; he muffles a sob into the brunet's shoulder as he releases a thin, watery load of cum into Toono's already full hole.
By the time Toono comes to Kashima is still halfway inside him, pressing kiss after kiss around the edge of the bite mark on Toono's shoulder. It's sweet, so sweet, and Toono can't help but turn his head so he can weakly nuzzle at Kashima's cheek.
The movement has Kashima freezing, a second in which Toono feels a telltale twitch against his thoroughly abused rim.
"… one m-more time…?" Kashima rasps.
Toono's hole squeezes hot and tight around Kashima.
"… As many times as you want."
What can he say? He's becoming quite fond of the feeling of being full.