no strings could secure you at the station

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There is a boy of an unidentifiable age sitting at a piano. Shadows eclipse most of this room, the only light that shines comes from the ivory of the keys; but when there is little light, it serves not to illuminate, but rather to enhance the mystery.

You were not here before. Do you even remember where you had been before? Surely it matters not at this moment. There is a boy, there is a piano, and there is a small demon pushing at your legs - push, shuffle, push, until you're in the room and the door

clanks

shut.

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"You're gonna make me start poutin' back."

Soul would!

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"Nope. 'Coz then I'd learn how and I'd have an equal weapon, too."

It's fine to admit Crona can get pretty much anything he wants by pouting. It's not like it's not OBVIOUS or anything.

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H-huh? Crona had changed his mind?

"Um," he says, his voice a little weak from where Crona has his hands. "I think you gotta use something to make sure it goes in, and then you just... know."

But would you even need somethin' like that if it's all in yer head?

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"Mm" goes crona as he moves his hands slightly and theb moves to take soul's pants off.

"I have no idea but ok."

"I think - we can figure it out - "

They're smart Shibusen students, after all!

Soul pulls at Crona's dress and touches the other boy's cock. Enough to tease, enough to get him hotter, but not enough to get him off. If y'ain't got lube, make everythin' slippy enough so it doesn't matter.

Plus, he'll take any excuse he can get to touch Crona.

Crona moans, he's really damn hard and just touch feels fabulous. He touches Soul's bare bottom before reaching around and poking at his entrance.

...frick. The poke feels kinda weird, but it also makes him move his bottom back towards it, unconsciously on his part. He thinks he's gonna have to deal with weird things and painful things but once they really get started, it is gonna be so friggin' worth it.

Crona shyly slides a finger in Soul and wonders if it hurts too much. He's watching for any sign of pain, any sign this is being pushed too far.

Soul shivers and swallows uneasily, as he adjusts to the difference between havin' something in him and... not havin' something in him. It's mostly just weird right now, but it feels like it's gonna hurt if there's more, but there's gotta be more if they're gonna do it! People compensate somehow - but how?

Finally, he just grabs Soul's free hand with his own, and puts it on his own cock. "T-gotta relax, if ya touch it, there's no way I can't - "

He strokes Crona a little faster for a moment, just for encouragement!

"Ahh?" Crona slowly computes and touches soul a bit faster than he's being touched himself. He's cautious about working his finger in, only doing it when he hears noise from his love.

...it's pretty hard to not make any noise at that combination, 'specially when Soul's so expressive to begin with. His concentration just kind of pops and he gives up on it, putting his arms around and holding onto Crona for balance. "Y-you - j-just a little more then - then put another one in - "

He bites down on Crona's neck, kinda as a way to prepare himself. Plus, it ain't ever gonna stop being fun to mark this guy.

Crona simply nods. He's too lost in the moment to do much else except begin to pump that finger in and out slowly to see if it feels good for him, moving it in time with his stroking.

The biting makes him hiss but only half in a bad way, it hurts but it feels like he's being topped in some small way.

Soul can read Crona's noises pretty well by now. Bite good, doing it too hard bad. He nips a path across Crona's throat instead, his eyes half closed.

It's the kinda pain he can deal with right now, fades in an' out. Just gotta figure out how to keep it Out when there's two inside.

"'M sorry it hurts" crona says because he feels something needs to be said even as his voice trembles a bit at the biting.

"No, y'ain't gonna apologize - not when - when I want this - "

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That just wasn't necessary, okay?

"Look, you - " Soul pulls at Crona's hand until it's out, ignores the wretched empty feeling that follows. " - clothes, let's get - " He pulls at the rest of both their clothes, dumps em all on the ground, and pushes Crona down to sit on the piano bench. He ain't ready and he ain't prepared like he'd like, but Crona's way wet enough to get in, and Soul - well, he can just deal with the rest.

" - gotta help me out here -- " he mutters under his breath, kneeling on the bench with a leg to each side of his lover, hands braced on the piano itself. If Crona can guide himself, if Soul can move, workin' together - then they can really get this started, right?

"--ahh?" The sudden switch in position is shocking and it gets him a little but crona holds souls hips with one hand and guides himself in with the other. They can do this.

Soul's eyes are overshadowed by his bangs as he grits his teeth against the entrance. The pain is only temporary, he can deal with it, so that he and Crona can both feel good - s'just gotta pause for a second when Crona's all the way in. Get used to it, take deep breathes, try to relax; the more he relaxes, the less it hurts.

He even dares to rock himself a little forward then, and exclaims some sort of surprised noise when the movement makes Crona brush up against something. Pretty darned. Good.

Crona leans down and kisses soul softly, "I...I think its almost over" he gasps the pain should stop soon, should ease into something better Crona hopes. He can't even focus on the way Soul feels because he's so worried.

Soul can tell that Crona's worried; he'd tell him to stop, but he'll do the same thing when the situation gets reversed. He just guesses they're both a couple of sops, huh?

He rocks a bit, trying to find a good angle for Crona to move in, it helps the pain to try to take a more active part of it, helps it all fade away. Tryin' to find whatever that sweet spot was, again -

- !

"Th-there!" he gasps out, suddenly. "Move, that!"

Oh, incoherency.

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Nuh-uh, no way, it doesn't hurt anymore. Well, there's some pain but it's fading away quick, gettin' replaced by a new kind of pleasure that's not really like the kind he's felt before.

Are his noises encouraging enough to Crona that it ain't hurtin'? Getting pretty loud, here.

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Tight, huh? That sort of sparks an idea in Soul's head, and he buried his face in Crona's shoulder, concentrating on tightening flexing his inner muscles. That ends up feeling as great as he meant it for Crona, so he swears and does it again.

He's almost wailing from the moans at this point, his expressions have changed altogether.

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Soul sure as hell hopes stamina comes back quick here, because he wants to pay Crona back in kind for this as soon as possible, he does not even want to fucking wait. His mind is swimming with pleasure and his body is overwhelmed. It's all he can do to barely register the bench is rocking and hold onto the piano tight enough to keep it from fallin' the hell over.

He tastes every bit of Crona's mouth that he can, he shouts Crona's names to the neverending expanses above, and he just - can't - stop -

"Crona, I'm g-gonna - I'm gonna - !"

Tighten, as much as he can. Tryin' to get Crona to come along with him, too.

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Dying wasn't going to happen on Soul's watch, but fantastic orgasms were, the kind that they had created together. He bites back at Crona's own lip, kissing him breathlessly before his eyes flutter closed, unable to watch Crona's face like he always tries to any longer.

"F-fuck," he exclaims. "Crona!"

All he can think when he comes is the same two damn words, over and over and over: 'fuckin' amazing'.

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"...and whenever ye want," Soul somehow manages to add, because Soul is Soul, "I can reward you for that fuckin' amazing act by doin' it to you too."

....

And then he rests his head on Crona's shoulder again. :P