His ribs hurt when he breathed, his thigh throbbed from where Kanda had scraped the edge of his blade right through clothes and skin. But now his hands were locked on Kanda's ass, fingers digging into taught muscle as he lifted his hips into therough dry thrusts—it was like they were still fighting only this time Kanda's hair was spilling onto the floor; onto his cheek and Allen was arching, straining...

Kanda's teeth raked down his throat and Allen shuddered as he came.