[Of course he doesn't need to. He doesn't need to do anything, and Hiroto will still be enticed, attracted, enraptured. Persephone is beautiful, and he knows it, and Hiroto has no qualms with that so long as it serves him, as rolling over and presenting himself to Hiroto is.
Quickly, Hiroto is on top of Persephone again, his large body looming over the much smaller one, completely enveloping him in his shadow and he enters him once more, just as rough, and maybe a little more quickly than before, letting out a content groan as he finds himself seated inside of Persephone fully. There is nothing he craves more than this feeling, inside and on top and all around Persephone, rutting into him as he covers him from the world.]
You're... all mine...
[He isn't much for speaking when they are together like this, focused much more on taking his pleasure, but it feels good too, to reaffirm this. Persephone is his. Every inch.
He pours over Persephone's body as he thrusts into him hard, one hand supporting a weight that he is sure would strain those perfect, porcelain arms as the other brushes hair from Persephone's shoulders so that he can kiss and bite them. His mouth occupied, he can roam his hand down Persephone's chest, embracing him possessively all the while that hand travels between Persephone's thighs. It isn't a grip yet, simply his large hand feeling for the hardness there, fingers brushing over him, promising to bring him to completion too, once Hiroto has gotten his fill.]
Re: cw: consent issues will be in this thread, nsfw
Quickly, Hiroto is on top of Persephone again, his large body looming over the much smaller one, completely enveloping him in his shadow and he enters him once more, just as rough, and maybe a little more quickly than before, letting out a content groan as he finds himself seated inside of Persephone fully. There is nothing he craves more than this feeling, inside and on top and all around Persephone, rutting into him as he covers him from the world.]
You're... all mine...
[He isn't much for speaking when they are together like this, focused much more on taking his pleasure, but it feels good too, to reaffirm this. Persephone is his. Every inch.
He pours over Persephone's body as he thrusts into him hard, one hand supporting a weight that he is sure would strain those perfect, porcelain arms as the other brushes hair from Persephone's shoulders so that he can kiss and bite them. His mouth occupied, he can roam his hand down Persephone's chest, embracing him possessively all the while that hand travels between Persephone's thighs. It isn't a grip yet, simply his large hand feeling for the hardness there, fingers brushing over him, promising to bring him to completion too, once Hiroto has gotten his fill.]