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Burn…
It whispers to Lio, softly and sweetly.
Burn what you may…
"Take a breath," Galo whispers, clenching around Lio's wrists as a fizzle of colorfully incandescent and hot flames rises from Lio's fingertips. The corners of Lio's eyes emits those very same flame-hues. "Nice, big, deep breath, Lio… just like that… okay, you okay, can we keep going?"
Lio inhales and closes his eyes.
He waits.
The bright pink and turquoise colors slowly, so slowly, fade.
"Keep going," Lio mutters his exhale.
He clenches up his hands.
The leather sheathing Lio's fingers, dark as moonless night, feels tight. The good kind of tight. His sweat-slickened palms underneath.
Lio doesn't resist Galo's powerful hold on both of his wrists, opening his eyes and concentrating. Concentrating on the air around his naked legs and thighs, how his muscles ache, and on Galo. Galo, with his mouth dragging into Lio's hair, smiles and grunts, reaching down.
His hand is almost as big as Lio's entire cock, wrapping around its length with ease, stroking him off.
Galo's bare, warm skin surrounds him.
His humongous-looking thumb coats and gleams with Lio's fluids, circling a rub over his cockhead. Fucking forward, Galo rolls his hips and presses a half-naked Lio up against the glass, thudding them. Somehow, the large, uncurtained window-panel still stands.
Down below, Lio glimpses the bright illumination of Promepolis' traffic.
Galo fucks him against the window's glass, wobbling it, squeaking Lio's cheek roughly against it.
He behaves as if nobody can see in.
(Doubtful to assume Galo cares.)
The reflective, dark glass feels ice-cold against all of Lio's heat, making everything slippery and wet with condensation. He fogs it up around his nostrils and opened mouth, panting, getting louder and louder as Galo's cock reams him, sinking in deeper at another thrust.
"You feel, uhh, hn… amazing. Is it amazing, Lio?" Galo mutters, sounding like he's grinning. "Do you, hnn, feel amazing?"
Fuck…
"You are s-so irritating…" Lio manages to get out, quivering. His face flushed.
It does feel good…
Galo feels good…
He is a good, unfathomably good person… if not an idiot fighting on the morally despicable side of this conflict…
Burn…
Lio quivers in a breath, holding and releasing it in a moan.
"Is your soul, hhuh, burning, Lio? Can you feel it?"
"Be quiet—"
"C'mon, how badly do you want it," Galo urges him, laughing and breathing on Lio's ear. His hips slap against Lio's pale ass. "Tell me—tell me how badly—" Lio moans a complaining noise, huffing. Galo's teeth expose, brushing his earlobe. "Say my name for it—"
"Never, ne-UUH-ver!" Lio complains, his brows furrowing.
Those who are Burnish, they do not BEG for anything they desire—
They will it and they take it as they will—
Galo laughs huskily, halting his thrusts, shifting Lio's wrists into one hand.
His empty hand grips onto Lio's balls, clenching down.
The throbbing intensifies in his body, as Galo's cock moves, but Lio knows there's no chance for an orgasm like this. He gasps, feeling Galo fucking him harder and harder. Drool clings onto his lips, glistening the glass. Tears spurred on by pleasure well, spilling onto Lio's face.
"Hhn—you can do it!" Galo encourages. He loosens his clench, teasingly tugging Lio's heavy balls. "I know you're a good guy!"
"—gguh—uuh—"
Lio snarls, thudding his forehead to the window's glass.
"Idiot, ff-UUHH-uck me—NOW!—" he yells, Lio's voice cracking.
For a moment, Galo's amusement heightens.
"Or maybe you're not," he quips.
Galo releases both of Lio's wrists and his balls as well, pinning Lio flat against the glass. Fuck, it's good—fuck—fuck!—Lio feels Galo mercilessly grinding their hips together, rather than trying to fuck the life out of him, Lio's own stiff cock flattening up against the window.
"Say my name—say it like you want me for yourself," Galo mumbles, "Burn it on your lips—"
There it is—the first sparks of Lio's orgasm, blazing him, burning him up—
Lio lets out a ragged cry, arching his arms and fisting in Galo's blue, spiked hair, yanking. His head cranes onto Galo's shoulder.
"GALO—!"
His orgasm hits, forcing him to lock his muscles, curling Lio's naked toes.
Everything hazes out of focus.
After a heart-pounding moment, Lio goes slack against Galo's broad chest and his arms, blearily gazing ahead. He ignores the sore-sensation of his hole clenching and widening, Galo's cum dribbling hotly on his thighs, as Galo slowly slides out of Lio.
"Phew," Galo murmurs as if astonished, holding the other man up. "That… is gonna hurt later, I can feel it… hey, you okay?"
Lio nods, regaining his senses, but unable to stand on his own for much longer.
"Mm…"
One of Galo's hands touches onto Lio's ribs.
Silence permeates.
"Why did you come here, Lio?"
Lio hesitates, not knowing what to say when Galo wanly asks this. He shouldn't ask. Galo wouldn't understand. Lio peers over the evidence of his own drool and shiny streaks of come drying on the glass. Galo hasn't spoken with Kray—that much is obvious. He will. He will learn the truth.
"Why did you…?"
Burn…
He shudders, clutching onto Galo's muscular arm around him.
The flames are part of him, not Galo.
Lio won't let him be consumed in this ever-bright destruction.
Not Galo.
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