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Douma climbed back in through the window, hopping down onto the cold, wooded floor. He walked straight back over to the bed, setting Akaza down onto the mattress gently. He proceeded to remove his haori, draping it over the pinkette before making his way towards the firepit he'd installed upon the wall opposite to the bed. He set it up, ensuring that the flames were prominent enough to heat the room before returning to the bed. Akaza had warmed up a bit, and he could feel his joints beginning to loosen up. Slowly, he propped himself up onto his elbows. He cracked his eyes open, vision adjusting to the newfound brightness. He looked up at douma, who was sitting at the foot of the bed, looking very concerned. Akaza's expression melted into an angry glare. He stared at the blonde, eyes filled with disdain. Douma was perplexed, seeing as he'd likely just saved the pinkette's life. "You shouldn't have gone after me." Akaza spoke through gritted teeth. Douma raised an eyebrow. "But - you were freezing! You could've died out there, you know." Akaza was offended. Douma's only response was an amused giggle, followed by that same damned smile that always seemed to give the pinkette butterflies. "I'm a fucking demon, you asshole! I wasn't going to die! And I don't need YOUR help." The blonde moved closer towards him. "Mm. Clearly, you did. But you can go on ahead and keep telling yourself that." Akaza noticed Douma trying to shift closer to him. "Wha - Oi, Back up. Douma placed his hands on the pinkette's shoulders, massaging and fondling at that firm layer of skin. Akaza let out a groan, jerking his head away and turning his back to the hashira. Douma chuckled, scooting forward and shuffling up behind him, wrapping his arms around his slim waist and resting his head on his shoulder. "Come on, hon. You're so tense~ let me help you get loose."

Akaza wanted to rip his head off, but unfortunately for him, he wasn't able to move properly due to his frost bitten internals. Douma spoke once more, nibbling on the pinkette's earlobe as he did so. "Y'know," he bit down. "I can help you warm up." Akaza gave no reply. He gulped, beads of sweat glistening from his forehead. The sensation of soft kisses being planted all across the side of his neck sent shivers up his spine. "Man~" douma cooed. "I sure wonder how you'd react if I were to just..." sharp teeth clamped down hard on that delicate, milky white skin. Akaza cried out loudly in response. His breath shuddered, body shaking as he swore. "G-god...you asshole-! Taking advantage of me like this..." the blonde laughed. "Come on now." He slipped his index finger beneath the pinkette's chin, tilting his head upward. He dragged his tongue across the bite wound, licking and sucking on the surrounding areas "As if you don't love it." The blonde then proceeded to reach downward, hands grazing over each and every curve of the heavenly body below him. He pressed the boy into the mattress, flipping him over onto his back to ensure that he had a full view of his face. Once more, douma went for his neck. He left a trail of butterfly kisses all the way from his collarbone down to his v-line. His hands encasing the pinkette's thighs, Douma groped and fondled at that soft and squishy layer of skin. Akaza whined shakily, eyes rolling up into the back of his head when he felt those large, bony fingers massaging his sensitive extremities. Douma spread his legs wide apart and climbed right in between them, his hands now stationed at the smaller's hips. Akaza was in no state to protest. As his pants were torn clean off, his eyes widened in surprise, legs snapping closed automatically as he sat up and backed into the headboard, his knees to his chest. Douma didn't stop there. He frowned in frustration and forced the pinkette's legs apart once more, simultaneously undoing his belt. As he unbuckled himself, Akaza spotted something he hadn't noticed prior to this. A visible tint in the blonde's pants. Shit. He was hard again. He knew exactly where this would lead. He slipped it off, allowing the fabric to fall and pool at his ankles. Akaza's eyes went as wide as saucers and he damn nearly choked on his own gasp at the mere sight of douma's member. "That - that's fucking huge..!" He squeaked, unable to take his eyes off of it. A vibrant shade of red dusted his cheeks as he gaped at douma's cock. The hashira giggled, his ego soaring in response to akaza's reaction. The pinkette pressed himself into the headboard. By this point, he was a bit scared. Douma smiled, leaning forward and pressing the tip of his cock up against his entrance, teasing him with the head. "Relax, love~ I'm going to make you feel amazing." Akaza whimpered, eyes clenching shut as his body temperature skyrocketed. As much as he hated to admit it, he was desperate for sexual pleasure. He had been for a long time. Douma kept up the teasing, easing the pinkette open in prep for something more. Akaza bit his lip hard, crimson seeping from his mouth as he swore under his breath. The blonde then began applying pressure, pushing forward. Akaza looked up at him, their gazes locked upon one another. His eyes were filled with desperation and lust. Something about that made the other snap in a way that he couldn't truly explain, and he lost his patience right then and there. without any sort of warning, Douma shoved past the ring and forced himself inside. Akaza screamed, vision blurring with tears as his lungs struggled to take in air properly. His breath was labored and heavy, legs shaking like a fallen leaf under a harsh winter's breeze as he clenched around douma's shaft. Douma ignored this and drove himself deeper inside of the pinkette, stopping when his massive length was jammed into his gut. Akaza squirmed and struggled, tears streaming down his face. He felt the large hand of his superior encasing his cheek and made an attempt to swat at him. Did this sociopath somehow think he was getting somewhere with all of this? Douma disregarded his protests and started moving, rocking his hips back and forth as best as he could. He let out an audible groan, biting his lip and throwing his head back. "You're so tight, baby~ loosen up a bit..." Akaza let out a shaky moan, kicking at him angrily and trying to fend off all of these new sensations before they could overwhelm him once more. Fingerfucking in the middle of the forest was one thing, but Akaza would've never expected douma to go so far as to actually penetrate him. Nonetheless, here they were. Douma frowned, hips snapping forward in frustration at the pinkette's stubborn attitude. He was in one moment, and out the next, beginning a relatively quick pace of slamming into him. Akaza arched his spine, back rising up off of the mattress ever so slightly as Douma hammered away at him. He panted, mouth hanging wide open as he gasped and sputtered, breath just as shaky as his legs were. He felt like he was going to tear in half. God, how he loved it. He damn near screamed, hips stuttering uncontrollably as Douma struck his prostate hard. The blonde smirked, one hand snaking upward and latching onto the pinkette's hair. "Found it~" Akaza came within mere seconds, body wracked with pleasure when douma began to tear into that spot at a relentless pace. The blonde tugged on his short pink locks, yanking his head upward at an angle that was almost uncomfortable. Akaza let out an audible whimper, hands all over the taller male. He was on cloud 9, sheer bliss overwhelming his senses as he moaned and sobbed uncontrollably. They went on like that for hours upon hours on end before Douma finally came, pumping load after load of his seed into the pinkette. He felt so full that he could almost taste it. Akaza was too weak to scream or cry out, feeling like complete jelly. Hands clutching the sheets he laid limply upon, eyes droopy and unfocused, as he panted weakly. he looked up at Douma. Shockingly, the blonde seemed completely fine aside from a bit of heavy panting. He had a VERY high sex drive, and could go on for a while. He giggled, clasping his hands together and beaming down at the ruined body below him. "Awe man~ you seem so fucked out!" He crossed his arms together and put on a pout. "And I was only just getting started!" Akaza's brain was too weak to process anything douma was saying. But hey. At least he wasn't cold anymore. Douma giggled again, flopping down onto the mattress beside him and pulling the boy into his arms. He didn't protest. As angry as Akaza had been prior to this, he couldn't help but feel a bit clingy now. As the blonde gazed down at the little demon, he couldn't help but smile. Akaza snuggled into his chest, clinging to his shirt as he rested. The both of them fell asleep like that.