#add on whatever marks endo can leave on him and he would af

[ligett]

endo is positive in his past life he was a devout worshipper of whatever religion he happened to be a part of. the way his mind is filled with nothing but of his overbearing love for chika tends to consume him in the best and worst of times. he could and would write scriptures and sing songs of worship for chika and chika only; his one and only reason for existing in this moment, or any moment really. such a dangerous obsession would normally turn someone off; it's not normal. he has the greed of the devil wanting god's throne for himself, except endo does not care for such an inutile chair to prop himself on, but would blemish and mar chika's body whole, just for himself.

the one thing endo cherishes during moments like this is one he would have to wait to come into fruition soon. with the way the shorter man was grabbing at him, each touch burning a new memory into endo's brain. he feels hot, a furnace exhaling high heat and ready to combust any moment, especially when he hears those utterly beautiful moans falling from his beloved's mouth. he knows chika can take him being rough; after all endo knows those hands and this body better than the owner himself. playing rough was never a problem and in fact turned him on more.

years and years, with endless — bottomless — patience, endo can see the results of his quiet tampering in chika's life. the way chika needs him, seeks his touch, his company, just him, and him alone; his selfish desires slowly coming to include endo in his selfishness drives endo delirious. to be the sole focus of the object of his desire — is there a greater reason to exist beyond this simple feeling?

endo allows himself to bask in the feeling wholly, uncaring of the wetness he leaves behind on chika's skin; a mix of drool and tears as his excitement reaches new heights in this moment. endo wants to sob when he hears chika groan his name so beautifully, like every time. he's going to make sure that's the only word he knows by the end of the night. just as quickly as endo was in his space of heaven, he was forced away, a whine of protest leaving him momentarily.

endo's mouth parts slightly, more tears fall down his face as he rushes to take his own pants off. he's swearing harshly under his breath, “fuck. fuck!!” he's never been more frustrated in his life, and honestly shouldn't give a damn about his own clothes, however chika helpfully assists him. endo has the urge to slap his hand away and utter how he could do it himself, but endo is trembling so much, he can't find it in himself to.

as soon as the button is loosened, he let's gravity and the shuffling of his body to the rest of the work, he turns chika around, pressing him into the wall. he kisses anywhere he can; neck, cheek, lips eventually, as his hands force his boxers down just enough, along with chika's. endo has the sense of mind to spit into his hand at least (the lube is somewhere in the bedroom, a shame really), fist his cock just enough to lube himself up. he parts chika's cheeks wide, presenting him unabashedly. endo hopes it hurts, he wants chika to feel everything he gives him and more. his forehead rests on chika's shoulder as he slowly but surely pushes his way in.

“relax, relax for me. you're so fucking tight — fuck,” endo whimpers, doing his best to hold back his restraints for now. all he needs is to take off the edge before he absolutely loses it. slides into chika inch by heavenly delicious inch. it's not the first time, but every time endo feels like crying. he might be already but he doesn't care. his fingers dig into chika's hips keeping him still, massaging him to get him to relax so he doesn't break his fucking dick — all the way until he is seated inside. he is not pulling out; not today or ever, if chika allows him to.

THEIR STRUGGLE FOR CONTROL IS A JOUST WITH THEM CHARGING AT EACH OTHER WITH THEIR LANCES. it will end in one of them pierced by one of their whims. their thoughts for once are levelled, finding the same ground that they need each other. chika is nothing but a burning candle, wax drippings turning into a pool of liquid with every kiss. he can taste the greed off his lips like an explorer claiming unfound 'territory'. this is nothing new to them, the reaction between their bodies is becoming apparent. it was only staved off by the way chika didn't budge, he wouldn't. he would prefer the privacy of their home to know that endo wouldn't leave him today.

chika would never be caught vocalizing how he feels about the way endo says his name, but he loves the way it hangs off his tongue. to him, endo utters his name with the repetition of the chorus of a song to remind it's listener the meaning behind it all. he loves the way the ravenette's body feels, sturdy & built to tank hits, or the ministrations of chika's loving touch. there is a small groan when he feels himself pressed abruptly against the wall since he has no problems with the sandpaper roughness that endo is displaying. the only thing his action further reveals is his wanton desire for the only man that has been by his side.

he can't imagine anyone like endo, a one of a kind instrument that is customized by their look & sound. to chika, endo is tuned to the beat of chika's desires, every whim he wishes it would be granted. the catch is that endo has stripped him of any hardships, but conditioned him to want the other. this mixture of feelings has transformed into something bigger an elixir of alchemy that doesn't exist besides between themselves. no one could understands the machinations of their relationship but each other & in that, chika knows that he would want forever with endo.

a groan escapes loved lips as the offering of his neck is presented to endo. the way his mouth delves onto the column of chika's flesh says a lot. fingers find themselves entangled with coiled hair, there's a hard grip as he holds onto him. endo is a vampire & chika is his willing victim to be marked for him only. ❛endo, ❜ his voice trails off between bated breath. the way his teeth sink into him sends electrical shocks along his body, he can feel himself coming alive even more. the ache in his pants is more apparent than it was during the silent walk. he is a man of action so at endo's protest he lets go of his grip within the confines of sable locks. he quickly undoes the buckle & removes the belt.

there is a quick shuffling as he undoes his pants before eyeing him. ❛ i want you naked too, kiss me again. ❜ chika wonders if he sounds needy before he quickly starts to remove endo's pants because he knows this is going to be more than a one time thing. he knows that the flints of passion can sometimes be hard to start, but once it gets going there was nothing stopping it. not when it came to them.

so now he'll allow himself to get lost in the maze that is endo.