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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      カーストヘヴン_|_Caste_Heaven
  Relationship:
      Karino_Kouhei/Azusa_Yuuya
  Character:
      Karino_Kouhei, Azusa_Yuuya
  Additional Tags:
      Dominance, Submission, Bondage_and_Discipline, Heavy_BDSM, Mildly_Dubious
      Consent, Bondage, Handcuffs_&_Anklecuffs, Restraints, Blow_Jobs, Blow
      Jobs_With_Teeth, Brutal_Blow_Jobs, Choking, gagging, Breathplay, Sex
      Toys, Dildos, Toy_Sucking, Sexual_Violence, Brutal_Foreplay, Bruising,
      Biting, Verbal_Abuse, Verbal_Humiliation, Trash_Talk, Defilement, Rough
      Oral_Sex, Rough_Sex, Violent_Sex, Spit_As_Lube, Come_as_Lube, Multiple
      Orgasms, Dom/sub, Stockholm_Syndrome_undertones, Violence, Shameless
      Smut, Gratuitous_Smut, Leashes, neckties, Acts_of_Kindness, Filth
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-07-09 Words: 5156
****** Dante's Inferno ******
by RubyFiamma
Summary
     Azusa seeks solace in the arms of the boy who's responsible for his
     misery.
Notes
     This is utter trash.
                                Dante's Inferno
===============================================================================
Karino is never violent when Azusa wants him to be. It's like he can tell when
Azusa wants to be broken and part of the torture is denying him that wish. Part
of all this humiliation is so that Karino can watch him squirm, he knows.
Karino likes it when he fights back, when he offers resistance to demand but
Azusa doesn't feel like playing that kind of game today.
So when he goes to Karino after a long fucking day of being the school's target
for lame pranks and child's play, of not being able to turn a corner without
getting tripped or make it into a classroom without getting doused by a bucket
of ice water, Azusa isn't looking for Karino's meticulous attention or even the
pity he sometimes sees in the other's eyes. He's just looking to get used,
fucked until he can't feel or see or hear anymore; so that his mind and body
will just be too exhausted to care.
"Karino... I want to try something different today." He's shuffled through the
room with shoulders slumped and head tucked in when he makes the request.
Karino is lurking somewhere in the shadows of the dark, abandoned classroom and
Azusa doesn't bother to look for him before speaking.
Azusa can hear Karino's laugh from a corner behind him. "This is unexpected,"
he croons but Azusa doesn't turn to see the sly curl of his lips he can hear in
the other's voice. "But it's not your place to ask for favours. You haven't
forgotten who's King, have you, my pretty bitch?" He can feel the heat of the
other soaking into him now underneath the sopping wet mess of his uniform.
Azusa starts to unbutton and Karino's already peeling the shirt off his
shoulders.
The air instantly chills his damp skin, makes it frigid and desperate for
something warm but the bite is just enough to be painful when it settles into
his flesh. "No," he simply responds because resisting will only drive Karino
into annoyance. "I just thought... Never mind. You are my King."
Azusa's tongue is coated in poison, these noxious words he has to force himself
to speak and the sour taste they leave at the back of his throat need to be
choked down regardless. Today he has no pride.
Karino's fingers skim along the curve of his neck and it shouldn't, but the
touch draws a shiver up his spine and out his mouth. "You seem like you're
getting comfortable." His breath is warm spilling over his cool skin and Azusa
tilts his head like he's giving the other an invitation.
"No," Azusa says and he is attempting to remain levelheaded but it's harder to
do with Karino's lips flooding heat into his veins. "I've just come to accept
this."
He feels Karino's nose glide up the expanse of his neck the other breathes in.
"Mm... You smell like filth and defeat. I like that." Teeth scrape against his
neck, and Azusa's eye roll shifts into a flutter of lashes as the hairs on his
skin start to bristle. He reaches for Karino's hand on his shoulder and slides
the warmth of the other's hand over his icy skin until Karino's palm is cupping
his crotch.
"Touch me," Azusa says, grinding against the other's hand. He's flushed hard
already, yet the cool-damp of his pants pressing against his length gives him
little relief.
Karino squeezes his sac and he isn't gentle when he wrenches his hand away. It
makes Azusa cringe and shudder in the best way.
"I'll touch you when I feel like it, you little slut."
There's a shove at the small of his back that propels him forward in the
direction of the torn and ages-old sofa on the other side of the room. Azusa
stumbles, trips over shoes that are too heavy with water to remain on his feet
and has to throw an arm out to catch himself on the edge of the couch. A thin
cloud of dust disperses from the impact, making him cough and choke until the
other's curdling laughter is ringing through his ears.
"You're actually really pathetic, this is amazing... Take off the rest of your
clothes and look at me while you do it."
Azusa is silent in his compliance. He gets to his feet and turns to face
Karino, undoes the buckle for his belt and the button of his uniform slacks
while keeping his eyes locked on the spark of epiphany in the other's eyes. He
should be looking at Azusa with interest, but instead his features are folding
in, his lips are pulling thin and his eyebrows sink together as he stretches
his long, slender fingers under his chin.
"Oh. Could this be... is this another one of your ploys, Azusa? Where's the
camera now? Or is it some other recording device?" 
"There are no cameras," Azusa says, slipping off his boxers and dropping them
to the floor. "I just want you to fuck me."
Karino still doesn't look convinced but he closes the distance between them and
reaches for his school bag on the empty teacher's desk. "Well then. Since you
seem to be so obedient today, I think I'll have to reward you. Let's have a
little fun."
"Do whatever you want," Azusa agrees, easing himself back down on the musty
cushions. He pulls his knees up, digs his heels into the frame of the couch. "I
am your whore, aren't I?"
Karino mouth stretches into a smile, cruel and bone-chilling as he fits his
hand into his bag. "Yes," he admits with consideration. "You are that."
From the bag, Karino retrieves what look like leather straps and Azusa can hear
the clank of metal, but Karino is tipped to one side and Azusa can't get a
clear view.
"What are you doing?"
"Whatever I want," Karino answers, turning to Azusa with the objects in his
hands. Azusa was right in his assumptions, Karino's holding what look like
handcuffs but they're not the typical cuffs Azusa thinks of when he imagines
the cold and hard steel latching around his wrists. These look like leather
cuffs that have adjustable straps and silver loops with longer chain-links than
an ordinary set. "Put your arms down, but keep your legs up like that. I like
the view," he says as winks behind thick frames.
Azusa raises a skeptical brow but does as he's told. Karino's in front of him
now, setting the cuffs by his feet. For a minute Karino just looks at him, soft
with nameless emotion and Azusa wants to tell him,
Don't. Don'tlook at me like that. But his breath is caught in his throat and he
doesn't even think he exhales when Karino tips in to press lips against his
own. He's too gentle in the way his fingers curl into the strands of Azusa's
hair, the way his tongue slides easy across Azusa's lips and drags fire over
the roof of his mouth. It's so  frustrating, he wants to feel like the piece of
shit that he is, the failure he's become and Azusa finds himself wanting
to hurtmore and more because it's the only way to chase away this feeling
crushing in his chest, vice-grip-tight around his heart and clinging to his
ribs.
Karino's fingers are gliding down his arms, they wrap tight around his slender
wrists as he licks against the other's mouth. Karino's pulling at them now,
moving Azusa's body forward so that his knees are pressed into his chest. He's
too distracted with the heat of the other's mouth to bother with interest of
Karino's actions, as the other's fingers work nimbly to wrap the leather around
his wrists. Karino is on his knees now, strapping the other ends of the leather
cuffs to each of Azusa's ankles and it's only reflex that makes him pull at his
restraints. There's not enough resistance to lie back and stretch out his legs
or move his arms from being pulled at his sides.
"How am I supposed to move?"
"You're not," Karino says through a grin, leaning in as he touches his lips to
Azusa's collar bone then shoulders.
"Whatever," Azusa huffs into Karino's hair. The strands brush against his chin
and despite the look, they're like silk against his skin. He smells faintly of
cologne, reminiscent of something sugary sweet yet sharp and spicy. It makes
him breathe in through his nose and he doesn't want to, he doesn't want to like
any of this. He wants Karino to break him so he can hate him because the
abhorrence he's been harbouring for the other is beginning to feel a lot like
something warm and fuzzy, something Azusa isn't comfortable with.  "You're
taking too long. What's with these kind touches --"
"You said I could do whatever I want. Not that you need to give me permission,
but I'm doing just that." Karino catches Azusa's mouth with his own, drags his
teeth on Azusa's lower lip. "Now shut up."
"You're really perverted," Azusa comments when he gets a breath. Karino
tightens the bonds and slides his hands up Azusa's thighs, knocks his knees
loose so they splay on either side and huffs a laugh that sounds a little too
much like amusement. He takes a step back, his eyes long since gone murky, and
so Azusa exploits that, lets his legs fall as far as the chains will let them,
threads his hands behind his ankles and sinks back into the couch. He presses
his fingers into his skin, grips into the mounds of flesh and spreads his
cheeks apart, and watches as Karino can't hide the air that catches in his
throat or the way the knife-sharp glint flashes across his eyes. "This is what
you want, isn't it? You want my ass, don't you, Karino?" Azusa presses a finger
against his entrance, keeps Karino's gaze as he pushes inside. The dry burn
makes him shudder and his vision slips behind the flutter of his lashes. "My
hole is yours to use and abuse. Isn't that what you want? Kouhei."
He certainly does, Azusa knows, but Karino blinks back and shrugs indifference
instead of offering the truth Azusa can easily read in the bob of his throat
when he gulps it down. "I bet you say that to all the boys, hm, Azusa? You are
simply a whore, just like your mother."
Azusa stops short, feels the air escape his lungs like he's just been delivered
a blow. He withdrawals his finger from his ass, snaps his head up to glare at
the other, feels his eyes go wide and round and the strain of his pupils
slitting into pinpricks. "What did you just say?"
Karino's face is void of any tell-tale emotion, but Azusa knows somewhere he's
struck a nerve. "You heard me."
He tugs at his restraints, but every time he kicks a leg out, his body bends
forward and every time he lifts an arm, his leg jerks upward. His heart is
beating super fast, his skin is suddenly blistering with rage. "You let me out
of these things so I can wring your fucking neck," Azusa hisses. 
Karino ducks in blink-quick and grabs Azusa by the jaw, his fingers digging
painfully deep into flesh and bone, so hard Azusa is absolutely certain the
bruises will show immediately after on his pale skin. He can't move his head
and Karino's green eyes have been swallowed in jagged obsidian black. "Now now,
that isn't any way for trash to speak to their King, is it? And just when I
thought I had broken you in. Looks like you need to be disciplined. Again."
"You go ahead and try, you piece of shit. I'll never bow down to you," seethes
Azusa, muffled through the forced-closed grip of his jaw. "Are you so
delusional that you actually believed me?"
"Funny you should say that." Karino fits a hand into his hair and tugs, and
Azusa can feel the pricking burn at his scalp. "Your acting skills are nothing
to be desired."
"Face it. You're obsessed with me, aren't you?" Azusa snorts, tries to move his
head out of Karino's hands but he can't, and he can feel Karino's hand sliding
from his jaw to his neck. There's pressure, Karino's fingers digging into his
flesh, the other's palm pushing against his taut throat.
"You need to learn to keep your mouth shut, Azusa. You don't get to ask
questions, target." His hand is closing in, wrapping tight around Azusa's
slender neck, crushing pressure against his windpipe, fingers pushing against
his pulse point.
"Make me," challenges Azusa, strained and broken but he knows exactly what he's
doing when he says this. Karino releases his grip on Azusa's throat, tears the
hand in hair away so that Azusa's neck snaps back whiplash-quick. He's laughing
when he stands, pulling at the clasp of his uniform slacks so that he can slide
them down his hips. Azusa doesn't mean for the way his tongue sweeps across his
lower lip in foretaste when he sees the hard line of the other's cock through
cotton fabric. 
"Well I suppose I can grant you this one, small wish," Karino says as he pulls
out his cock. "Now be a good boy and open your  mouth."
Azusa shuts his eyes and leans forward until his knees are digging into his
chest and his arms start to tingle. He opens his mouth, feels the heavy weight
of Karino's cock settle against his lips. He lashes out his tongue, licks the
salt off the head as Karino sinks into his mouth. He feels Karino's fingers
slide into his hair again, curl around the roots for better traction as the
other pushes deeper into his mouth. Azusa grins, licks against Karino's length
before he scrapes his teeth along the shaft.
There's a hiss from above his head, a sharp and painful tug to his hair and
Karino's growling, "Don't use so much teeth, you little shit. Open wider, and
say aah."
Azusa feigns defiance for a second, sliding his gaze to catch Karino's brittle
grin before humouring the other as he stretches his jaw wider. "Aah."
"Mm, that's it," Karino praises as he slides his cock across Azusa's tongue.
"You really like the taste of my cock, don't you?"
Azusa tilts his head back, closes his mouth and drags his teeth over the tip of
Karino's length. Karino jerks on his hair again but Azusa's laughing when he
tips his head forward and kisses the head like he's assuaging the superficial
pain from a wound.
"You are terrible at this," Karino snaps. "You think you'd have learned to suck
my dick the way I like it by now."
"Ha. Don't act as if you've had better. Virgin," Azusa mocks around the shape
of Karino's cock.
"Hmph." Karino's grip tightens against the roots of his hair. "You should also
learn to not talk with your mouth full," he says and he pushes against Azusa's
head as he snaps his hips forward, driving his cock into the back of Azusa's
throat. Azusa gags, can feel the involuntary tears spill down his cheeks and
saliva pooling under his tongue.
"Haha. Like that. Put all of that filthy mouth of yours to use," Karino laughs
as he pulls back, not far enough for Azusa to catch a breath before he does it
again and this time Azusa chokes, his nose is pressed against the flat of
Karino's stomach. He forgets that he's restrained and raises his hands to push
himself back but he can't move. His lungs are expanding with unexpelled air, he
can feel the organs ballooning out against his ribs.
Karino jerks Azusa's head back, and the other's cock falls from his mouth and
finally he can swallow a breath but it doesn't last long before Karino's cock
is driving down his throat again, thrusting against his gag reflex. Azusa
chokes on saliva as Karino shoves forward, he can feel the skin of the other's
balls sticking slick against the wet to his tear and spit-stained chin. He
can't breath again, he keeps heaving as Karino fucks against the back of his
throat. Azusa's whimpering pleas around Karino's cock, huffing against the
other's groin yet over the retching noise he hears Karino groan his name.
It shouldn't, but the sound spills warmth into his veins and despite the life-
threatening need to breathe, Azusa feels his limbs go slack with satisfaction.
He swallows a moan like he swallows the thickness of Karino's cock and just as
he's finding pleasure in the way drool hangs viscous off his chin, the burn of
salt stinging his cheeks, the other pulls out with a jerk to Azusa's head, and
Azusa gasps a lungful of air like he's breached the surface of an ocean,
searing his swollen throat and blisters hot as it inflates his lungs.
Karino curls his fingers around Azusa's jaw  and slides a thumb over the throb
in his lips. "Mm... The best thing to come out of that slutty mouth is my
cock."
Azusa doesn't retort, he can't actually speak even if he wanted to. Instead he
watches as Karino turns to his bag and pulls out a slender, curved object when
it hits the dust-dimmed sunlight filtering into the classroom through tattered
curtains, Azusa can see whatever it is, is made of dark green glass. It's
another one of Karino's toys, and Karino isn't gentle now when he drops to his
knees and waves the rod in front of Azusa's face.
"Suck it," he commands as he shoves the curved end of the dildo past Azusa's
tender lips. It smashes against his teeth as Azusa is sluggish in the movement
of opening his mouth, and breaks the thin, used layer of skin over his lip. He
tastes iron on the tip of his tongue as blood seeps into his mouth. Karino
keeps forcing it down his throat until Azusa's heaving again, until the
stinging burn of bile threatens to surge across his tongue. The hinges of his
jaw ache but he continues to comply as wrapping his tongue around the smooth,
cool glass each time it enters as if he can soften the force before it hits the
back of his throat. It doesn't work, instead his tongue twists and goes numb
against the friction, and the final thrust leaves Azusa gurgling the overflow
of fluid in his mouth until it's spilling out and down his chin.
Karino smiles victory as he slides the glass rod down his tongue so the curve
hooks on the inside of his cheek. "I think that'll do." 
"Put... it inside me," Azusa croaks, spreading his arms out like wings of a
bird so that his legs shift out further underneath him.
"I intend to," Karino says, rubbing the slick head against his entrance. He
doesn't bother with gentle probing, it's with one swift thrust that Karino
drives the hooked end of the dildo inside him. Azusa's body spikes with
electric sensation and his vision clears, whiting out until he sees stars of
green as pain and pleasure cross circuits in his brain. He's bending backward
so his hips move to the edge of the seat cushion, and Karino angles the tip so
it hits Azusa's prostate.
"Shit. It hurts," he wails, and Karino pauses, eyes flickering up to catch his
gaze, like the other is considering the level of pain he's willing to inflict
on Azusa.
"It's already in," he says finally, thrusting the dildo deeper. "Deal with
it." 
Azusa whimpers as he cringes with the pain driving lightning up his spine.
"Karino —" he chokes as he tries to reach for the toy to take it out himself,
except he can feel the muscles clenching tight around the glass and he knows
that he doesn't really want to take it out.
"Oh, that's good. Yes, you can fuck yourself, Azusa." Karino's hand moves from
the glass, as Azusa's hand closes over it. It's like he's lost any of his own
will, like his hands bide by caste law — Karino's law —alone.
Karino stands, his hand goes to his necktie and his fingers work the knot
loose. Azusa watches him through haze, like he's drunk and seeing what's not
really there. He's moving the toy inside himself, disconnected like it's not
actually his body. When Karino leaves his field of vision, Azusa doesn't
follow, he just keeps fucking himself with the glass rod and groaning every
time the pearl bead strokes against his insides.
"You're behaving so well, I almost miss you defiance." Karino's voice is behind
him now, and it's after Azusa huffs a dry laugh that he feels the silk fabric
of the necktie cross over his throat. Part of him panics, the part that is
still Yuuya, but the part that is Karino's trash is already shuddering in
anticipation. The necktie closes around his throat and when Karino tugs on the
fabric, it catches under his jaw, dragging his head back to rest on the back of
the couch so that all he sees is the white-wash of the tiled ceiling. Azusa can
feel the knot at the base of his skull, settled between him and the edge of the
sofa. His body is arced uncomfortably as he's pulled one way by Karino and
struggles to keep his short-leash hold on the dildo he's fucking himself with.
The other comes into view just as the air becomes compressed in his throat, and
Karino's lips slide into a smile as he ducks in to kiss him. "I want you to
come now," he says against Azusa's broken lips.
This is a ridiculous request, it's not like he can come on demand, but it's
hard to contend with the bursting sensation that explodes through his senses
with every thrust and he can hear all the blood rushing to his head as he
struggles to breathe.
Karino jerking tight on the noose is the last strike, Azusa's eyes slide shut
as he chokes on his tongue bulged at the back of his throat and he thrusts as
deep as his hold will let him. His body gives into sensation that comes in like
an explosion, bright lights and fireworks. He loses his grip on the dildo as
every muscle contracts with tension until his cock is pulsing heat across his
chest.
He's trying to breathe in time with the waves of after-shock but Karino's hold
his still tight on the fabric around this throat. He tries to lift his leaden
arms that have nearly gone numb to reach for the tie, but he forgets he's
chained to his ankles and as a result his body jerks forward offering more
resistance to the fabric around his neck. Azusa can feel it chafing into his
skin now, his lungs are aching with the desire to inhale and his vision starts
to blur black around the edges. He opens his mouth to speak but no sound comes
out and he's clawing at the cushions as panic starts to override the warm
warble of euphoria in his veins. It's not a failed attempt to get Karino's
attention but he's on the verge of passing out when the other lets go enough
for Azusa to suck in oxygen. The air rushing into his lungs scorch hot; his
throat is raw and aching and he barely has time to recover before he feels the
necktie slide across his skin as Karino comes around the couch again.
There are fingers closing around his jaw, Karino's leaning over to kiss him but
Azusa can't reciprocate because he's still gasping, his head gone hazy and
dizzy and his body feels light but heavy all at the same time. He wants to
touch Karino, and he's got no idea why because the other boy has just tried to
kill him. But Karino's soft sweep of tongue inside his mouth makes Azusa tingle
with heat, the warmth coiling deep in his stomach is unraveling up into his
chest and lacing around his ribs.
Karino tugs on the necktie like a leash as he takes a step back. "Come now, on
the floor. It's my turn."
Azusa can't move, his legs are trembling with overexertion and he couldn't
stretch them out to taking a walking stance even if he wanted to. He raises his
head to bite back at the command but only a feeble squawk leaves his throat.
"Oh yes," Karino nods as if he understands what Azusa is trying to say. "You
can't move. Well then." He jerks the necktie with such a force that Azusa feels
himself catapult forward, teetering off the edge of the sofa. He scrabbles to
keep his position but fails, the extra weight of panicked limbs pull him to the
floor like a gravitational force. His knees hit the cold tile first but because
he can't throw his arms out to catch his weight, he tips forward in the motion
and the only thing he can do is turn his head to avoid the face-frontal
collision. His cheek smacks off the hard floor first and bounces with the force
of the impact. He cries as he feels the tendons in his neck go taut but Karino
forces his head back to floor and drags his arms so that they're stretched out
in between his legs. Karino shoves his knees up, his clammy skin skids with a
screech across the tile and his spine curves at an awkward angle.
Karino doesn't speak but Azusa feels the other's hands leave his body for a
second before he feels the pressure of the other's cock pushing against his
entrance. It's already been brutally stretched to accommodate the width of the
other's cock and the wet tack of come that's trickled down the cleft of his ass
makes the movement slick if not easy.
There's a shudder that rigs up his spine, a groan that careens out of his
throat and then he's full completely as Karino hilts. The other grips at his
hips and rocks forward and the ribs of Karino's cock slide against his insides
as he pulls back out. Azusa breath comes in huffs as Karino fucks him. He can
feel his limbs tremble under the strain and without conscious effort he's
backing in against Karino's cock, it's plunging deeper with each thrust. 
"Azusa," Karino groans as one hand ghosts up his spine. He can feel the other
boys fingers curl at the strap of the necktie and Azusa opens his mouth again
to say no, but he's too exhausted to put sound to the word and instead it comes
out like a desperate plea. It only edges Karino on as he takes the sound to be
an invitation and he lifts Azusa's head off the ground. The tie tightens around
his throat again, cutting off his supply of oxygen but Azusa doesn't even care
anymore. Instead he focuses in on the friction burning inside him, Karino's
cock stroking against his prostate and he chokes out something that sounds
like, "Harder," as his own cock fills heavy with heat.
He hears the other huff a laugh behind him. "As you wish," Karino drawls as he
drags on the leash and snaps his hips forward, driving his cock deep, so deep
that Azusa can almost taste the salt off the other's head at the back of his
throat. It makes him garble unintelligible sounds that make him sound like he
enjoys the abuse. Stars burst across his vision as blinding hot sensation fills
him, rushes over his body in crashing waves as he spasms and then comes across
the floor.
Karino doesn't touch Azusa's cock, instead he digs starry blue contusions into
Azusa's hip as his movements come erratically faster and his hold loosens on
the necktie. Azusa's head flops back down to the tile and he pants plumes of
breath against it. He can feel his legs start to wobble and slide out
underneath him like jelly. He skates across the floor filmed in sweat and come,
he's got no energy to hold himself anymore but each time he starts to dropping
to the surface, Karino drags him back with a sharp snap of his hips that make
Azusa sobs echo louder throughout the classroom.
Azusa can feel himself fading from consciousness, there's no longer strength in
his body or mind to keep up with the sparking sensation still spiking through
him. He just lets himself fall victim to the rapture.
It isn't long after he gives in that he feels Karino stall, his grip on Azusa's
hips slip slack and his cock pulse white hot heat inside him. It travels down
the insides of his shaky thighs and Azusa can't keep it together, he collapses
to the floor loose-limbed and spent, breathing shallow air against the tile.
His cheek and temples throb and his throat aches raw but all the pain feels
like it's miles away, like it belongs to a different body. He can feel dirt and
come and sweat clinging to his skin, his hair spun around his throat like oil-
slicked rope, his lips burn with blood and salt. He's achieved the feeling he
sought out for; bruised and bent and broken, distortion and detachment from his
miserable life.
He doesn't even make a sound at the loss of weight inside him, doesn't sigh
relief when Karino unties the knot to the necktie around his throat. He doesn't
move his arms or legs when Karino unfastens the bonds at his wrists and ankles,
he just sort of lets himself droop flat onto the floor. He hears the chains
clink on the tile but the sound resonates in his ears like hollow bells.
"You're a filthy mess," the other observes, and Azusa is already melting into
the cadence of his tone. "But this... is what makes you beautiful."
Karino's fingers caress down his spine like silk lace, and Azusa allows for the
other to reach underneath his arms and drag him into some haphazard sitting
position. There's heat against his back and a soft thrumming vibration
ricocheting off his ribs before he realises Karino has pulled him in against
his chest. He does sigh then, though he's not sure if it's capitulation or
frustration, and lets his head fall back against the other boy's shoulder. 
"Stay here a while... Yuuya."
He nods slow, languid and hazy against Karino's heat. He couldn't move even if
he wanted to, and as the contagious warmth seeps into his soul, he's not sure
he wouldleave. He feels his eyes falling shut, too heavy to keep open and
unseeing in the darkness as Karino's fingers thread through his hair and that's
when he knows.
Try as he might, Azusa is never going to escape of this hell.
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