Fics like centuries.

It wasn't particularly great, he knew. He just used his hands to hold the other in place as he rolled his hips into soft flesh. He didn't want to be too rough, though he was quietly consumed with the urge to nibble the other's ear or dig his teeth into collarbones that looked as fragile and pure as porcelain. He didn't though. His rhythm was that of a metronome on allegro. He wasn't pushed any faster by his partner than he felt comfortable, and he didn't go any slower than he had began. But he still felt like he was letting the older male down. Like he ought to have done better, like he ought to have the other exalting his name and punctuating every syllable. It was clear that, at the very least, this was not Mikazuki's first time. And that bothered him a bit. Knowing that, his feelings of inadequacy nearly quadrupled and he couldn't help the droop of vulpine ears. He didn't know why it mattered so much that he did well, but he was afraid that if he didn't, the elder blade would vanish as mysteriously as he had arrived to the citadel. They had done so much growing together, he didn't want that time to end, to fade to memories. Not when...

Fics like centuries.

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