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A need burnt through Toji’s body. His fingers twitched with the urge to pin someone down and take from them until he was done. Maybe the last job had left him a little too high strung and the excess tension made him ache for pain, for punishment, for ruin. Some days he wished alcohol did something to his body, every single nerve far too sober for his liking. At least if he could get drunk he could drink away the urges until he passed out.
No. Instead he was acutely aware of every single muscle pulled taut over his bones. The adrenaline coursed through his veins and he needed to fix it now. Burn it off, sate himself, tire himself out, but finding somebody who could handle him was impossible. Even now as he glanced around the shitty hole in the wall dive bar, nobody fit his imaginary checklist. If Shiu was still around Toji would drag him to the nearest motel and fuck him until they broke a bed or two, it wouldn’t have been the first time.
But Shiu wasn’t here, he was on the other side of the city dealing with some brokers or something, Toji wasn’t listening and he didn’t care. All he cared about was the growing ache in his gut needing a release before he broke somebody’s face in and got himself arrested. Shiu would definitely murder him if he asked for bail again.
One person crossed his mind, or rather, a curse. It was the one thing he knew for certain could handle him. It had handled him so many times before and Toji finished off his latest drink. Now that he had something in mind, he was even more acutely aware of the need digging a hungry hole in his stomach. The motel room he was slumming it in that night wasn’t too far away, but it felt infinitely further as each step he took reminded him of the want coursing through his veins. The final few hundred yards were spent rushing, not that he would ever admit it, and once he was safely behind the locked door of his room, he stripped.
As he kicked his boxers away, he lifted a hand to his mouth to catch the ball that worked up his throat from his stomach. There was always something so oddly satisfying about feeling his throat fill, feeling his airways become obstructed, leaving him gasping desperately for a few short while. For those few seconds, his body flushed, his heart hammered a little faster, and his stomach twisted itself into knots. When the ball finally rolled onto his tongue, a shiver rolled through Toji with the gulp of air he inhaled. He savoured the moment and spat the ball into his hand, drops of spit hanging from his bottom lip. “Come on, buddy,” he mumbled, taking it and himself over towards the bed, “got a job for you.”
Slowly, the ball unfurled and Toji laid it on the edge of the bed. He wrapped one hand around his cock and slowly pumped himself as the worm uncurled to its full size. It took a moment to orientate itself, lifting its head up off the sheets, and before it could look back at him, Toji pressed one thick hand to the back of its head, pinning it to the bed.
“Alright, big guy,” he whispered, stroking himself a handful more times until his cock was fully erect. The tip shone with drops of pearling pre and Toji widened his stance until his cock laid across the back of the worm. He sighed as he fucked forward, the friction nice, but it was only that, nice. It did little to ease the ache burning him from the inside out and Toji reached underneath the worm's body with his free hand. “Come on now.”
The worm made a noise, but its pliant body followed Toji’s direction as he curled it around his cock. Warmth enveloped him and Toji groaned, thrusting forward once to test the tightness. Short, stumpy legs brushed along his length with each movement he made and if Toji closed his eyes he could almost pretend they were fingers.
“Fuck,” he whispered, and he laid his other hand on the back of the worms head. “Little tight– there you go,” he breathed, feeling the worm tighten around his cock. It was delightful. Satisfied, Toji put all of his weight onto the worm and fucked into that tight space. A grunt rocked his body, the bed knocked against the wall, and Toji drew back, screwing his eyes shut as beads of pre were pulled from the tip.
When he slammed back in, his self restraint slipped, and he pulled back a little faster so he could fuck forward harder, and harder, and harder. Each thrust had him shoving patience to one side and taking what he wanted, what he needed . The worm lay perfectly still against the bed, body tightening and squeezing around Toji’s cock perfectly, little legs a permanent presence against his length, dragging wonderfully over sensitive nerves. Toji fucked against it, cock dragging against its body, the friction sending delightful shocks racing through his nerves.
And with each thrust the bed knocked harder against the wall. Plaster cracked and parts fell to the floor, but Toji couldn’t give two fucks, not as he fucked against the worm with everything he had. If this was a person, there’d be bruises on their neck or shoulders by now. If this was a person, they’d be asking him to stop grinding against them as he tried his damndest to break them, the furniture, and the room. If this was a person, they’d be crying and begging and Toji was glad for the quiet.
He was glad for the silence of his room except for his grunts and moans as he punched his hips back and forth, dragging every ounce of pleasure he could from himself. The tightness enveloping him was heaven and he leaned further forward, putting more of his weight onto the worm. Its body glistened in drops of pre and Toji buried his fingers harder into the worm's body, keeping it pinned in place as he took his own pleasure from its body.
The creak of wood filled the room and Toji fucked forward one last time, thick strips of white cum decorating the worm, and he sighed. He continued to roll his hips, whispering to the worm to squeeze harder, move around him, anything to encourage his cock to spill its load all over the worm and the bed. Tiny feet continued to move up and down, teasing more and more drops from Toji until he collapsed over the worm, arm pressed to the sheets. He shivered, hips instinctively rocking forward, fresh moans slipping from his lips until finally, he was sure he was done.
“Alright,” he whispered, “that’ll do.”
In an instant the tightness around his cock disappeared and the mattress dipped a little as the worm relaxed against it. Toji sighed, rolled onto the bed, and threw an arm over his eyes. By his side, the worm nudged at his shoulder and Toji blindly lifted a hand up to pet it on the head, his lips twisted into a lazy smile. “Yeah,” he mumbled, “you did good.”