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Set after the tournament, or a long assassination mission… I don’t know. I just wanted to write Frit lol ~~
“Ow… Hit… it hurts…”
“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry.” Hit groaned into Frost’s neck as he surrounded himself in the warmth of his lover’s body, moving in and out of him so desperately. He’d missed him… he’d missed him so much. He knew it was hurting. He knew Frost was in pain, but he couldn’t… “I can’t stop.” Hit breathed. “I can’t…”
“I… I don’t want you to stop.” Frost uttered. He gripped Hit’s buttocks, pulling him further into his depths. It had been so long… He wasn’t used to it anymore. The pain was sharp, and strong… but his desire was stronger. He needed this… “Please… harder.”
“Whatever you say.” Hit panted against him, and let out a long moan as he plunged into Frost’s body, holding him as close as he could. “Whatever you say…”