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[breathing out slow and carefully metered, whole body shuddering below yours. His hands bare your hips, slide into your jeans and he pulls you towards him]

Yes. Wanna guess what it is? [turning his head to the side to nip at your face and kiss, his voice low and husky]

Maybe I'll just wait for you to use your words like an adult. [wraps his fingers around you but doesn't stroke, just rolling his thumb teasingly around the head of your cock in slow circles]

It's you I want. [there it is, soft and easy, his eyes meeting yours. Your pants are coming down, also, while his hips push up nice and easy against your hand. His cock pulses, throbs involuntarily, but your touch always does this much to him]

Edited 2012-11-02 06:43 (UTC)

[his eyes narrow warily but he just ducks down to bite at your pulse, tightening his fingers around you]

[the issue isn't pressed, and he gives a soft noise when your teeth sink in on his skin, a low hiss. Hands roam over your skin, one caressing over your hip and the other slipping up, over the back of your head and into your hair]

[shudders as your fingers slide over the nape of his neck, dragging his teeth slowly over your collarbone]

[god this is like pulling teeth, but his hand curls and he groans soft, dragging nails back down over that spot that makes you shudder]

Please.

[laughs, low and wicked, squeezing you slowly]

Please what?

Fuck. You love this, don't you? [that last bit's under his breath, but his cock throbs in response, jerking against your hand. licking his lips, and swallowing hard, before he lifts up a bit on his elbows to get closer to you, so he can say this low in his throat.]

Let me give you what we both want. I want to make you come, Daiki.

[that sends a shock of heat down his spine and he bites at your shoulder to disguise it, his breath hitching as he turns his head to brush his lips against your ear]

I want you to suck me. [his voice challenging, his hand still moving against you]

[there's a muffled grunt and a jerk when you bite, but he sighs out low, and swallows, humming low.]

Sure. Don't expect me to swallow, though. [bravado!! his hand kneads at your neck, before he sits up on his elbows, watching you. He will take this on his back because too lazy to flip around and over and stuff]

[no what]

[you weren't supposed to... agree]

[he actually stares at you for a few seconds before he shifts off you, his breath shaking a little and clearly off-balance as he sits back against the headboard, shoving his pants farther down so he can kick them off]

Fine then, come on. [still looking like he doesn't really believe you]

[wow kinda

recognizing he set you off kilter for a minute. tiny smirk sneaks on his face before he rolls over onto his elbows and comes up to meet you, all slow and easy--kissing your face, first, though, a soft, wet kiss to your lips before he drags down, simultaneously teasing and easing himself into this, no need to rush. Slow, affectionate kisses to your collarbone and chest, hands planted in the mattress, eyes shifting up to yours every few seconds]

[bites his lower lip and shudders, his eyes sliding nearly shut as he curses himself for showing you'd surprised him, one hand twining in your hair and pushing down softly, his grip tightening]

[going down with your push, but he dodges your cock to sink low and kiss up the very inside of your thigh, pushing your legs apart with gentle hands, before he leans in, pressing his tongue flat against the head of your cock, a slow lap]

You f--aahhh...

[he tensed when your mouth touched his inner thigh, but he's tossing his head again as your mouth touches the head of his cock, making him shudder]

'Fah'? [can't help himself, mostly genuinely curious, dark eyes flicking to your face and

ohgodgeezyes that kind of goes straight to his chest and then a rush downwards of feeling

you should make that face more often a lot

and he will help facilitate that by taking you back into his mouth, giving a slow, experimental suck]

[he makes a thick, half-gasped little sound instead of answering, burying both hands in your hair and biting down hard on his lower lip as he watches you, color climbing in his cheeks and his eyes a little desperate as your mouth closes on him, hot and slick]

[hot and slick and wet and noisy, he sucks hard, hollowing his cheeks and sinking down lower on you, tongue thick against your member. his hands smooth over your thighs, fingers spread and pressing lightly into pale skin, while his eyes meet yours and he groans loud against you, because that gaze just sends another jolt straight to his cock, your desperation and flush and the way your teeth are set against your lip]

[you can feel his cock twitch when you meet his eyes, but he squeezes his own shut quickly and tips his head back, his thighs tensing under your hands as his lower lip slides from between his teeth, his mouth open and his head tipping back as he tries not to make noise, one hand pressing over his mouth when you suck hard]

[when you break the gaze, his eyes slide closed and he focuses, sinking lower on your cock and sealing his lips around you, redoubling his efforts, then.]

[his cock twitches, and he grinds into the mattress a little, because having you, thick and hot, in his mouth is a lot more arousing than initially figured. there's another muffled moan, this time intentional, pushed against your cock, before he slides back, and bobs back down]

[he moans against his palm, far too loud to muffle as he tries not to squirm under you, his hips flexing in helpless little pushes as he feels you swallow him whole, his free hand still petting restlessly at your hair]

[changing the angle of his hands on your thighs, sliding under, then over, to lift them slightly so he can dip farther, increasing sucking pressure on the downstroke, running his tongue over the fine contours of your cock, relishing in that moan so much as to thrust downward against the bed, his cock straining against the comforter, his lower half tensing.]

[tears his hand away and curses, thick and breathless as he struggles to get control of himself. he still won't look at you, but he's a lot more audible now as he tightens both hands in your hair, making shaky sounds in his throat as you pull him in against you, his thighs flexing just barely up into your mouth]

[relentless, now that he feels he has you on the ropes, pushing harder, quick, shallow strokes, then slow, deeper ones, working you into his throat--with a little stutter here and there, he isn't perfect!!--because he needs this, somehow, needs you and wants perhaps nothing more than to completely blow you out of the water and not kick you while you're reeling

ha ha double entendre there]