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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[harmonicalsoul.livejournal.com]

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.

[harmonicalsoul.livejournal.com]

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