[doesn't need to say anything. even that stoic impassive face flickers telltale signs of response. a twitch at the corner of his brow when his thigh skims along the inside of aki's upper legs. the curve at the back of his jaw tightening to set his teeth and keep a gentle breath in as his balls brush against his skin. hips subtly shift forward from his knee pushing just so at rounded glutes, whether from avoidance or sensitivity he can't tell. but he's not against it. paybacks for trapping his limb anyways. red eyes hood halfway under the shadow of his choppy bangs, wandering from one tell to the other. lips parted with a low exhale, unable to hide his own growing arousal as it lifts between aki's legs and reaches for his lower rung of abs. damn. something about seeing a composed and calm guy doing his damnest not to give away how turned on he is, when obvious proof's right there in front of him. as if he's gonna let him get away with this without his own damn orgasm.
he wants him to look. dammit. snapping into his mind when his words suddenly cock aki's attention out of vapid staring and into paying attention to him. wants aki to see him and look at what he's doing to him. the way his chest rises and falls with his breaths, abs hardening as a finger nudges towards its second joint in his clenching rim. wants to know he's the reason behind that impressive member standing fully hard against aki's adonis belt and their clothes lying all over the floor. he expected a response. didn't entirely expect the kind he got. blue eyes dropping, locking into his scar, an answer before he meets his gaze again. in response, his chest twitches up with ah flippant scoff.]
I've broken myself over and over and over. All to get stronger. So I can win. This crap's just one more step on the ladder. [telling aki he doesn't have to worry and treat him like a fragile cracked bowl. the man shifts, his hand twist, his finger pulls backwards, and--] ngh! [--he clenches around it stubbornly, surprised at how much he wanted it to stay in there. no time to snarl more than a quivering upper lip before aki's introducing two digits to his rim, twin uneven bumps prodding for a second until his body gives way and his chest arches with a harsher gasp.] -fuck! [they're in, both of them, stretching him open and pushing slicked velvet around him. nails, first joint, skin, second joint, skin, knuckles, slotted between his cheeks and pressing to his hole.
he grips at the bed, fingers twisting in the sheets, leg sliding back and forth between aki's thighs in a counterbalance of touch to touch. third finger! it burns and he pulls his head to the side, teeth grit and teeth bared in a snarl over his own shoulder. head flares in his cheeks, pink blooming under his eyes, and he instinctively spreads his free leg further on the bed to alleviate some pressure. balls dropping between his thighs and resting on he perineum as his body seizes up around aki's fingers. dammit, it feels this good already, this strange at the same time. those three things curl inside his tunnel and he arches his chest up, spine bowing from the bed with a sharper exhale. only falling down once he eases his fingers back out a bit. brows knit together, then lift as relief drifts across his face, a hard cringe easing into smooth.
at least until aki decides to ask that banger of a fucking question.] Who the hell asks that during a fuck?! Of course I'm not! [he is, he's human, but he hides it well.] Tch. Fear's admitting you might lose.
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he wants him to look. dammit. snapping into his mind when his words suddenly cock aki's attention out of vapid staring and into paying attention to him. wants aki to see him and look at what he's doing to him. the way his chest rises and falls with his breaths, abs hardening as a finger nudges towards its second joint in his clenching rim. wants to know he's the reason behind that impressive member standing fully hard against aki's adonis belt and their clothes lying all over the floor. he expected a response. didn't entirely expect the kind he got. blue eyes dropping, locking into his scar, an answer before he meets his gaze again. in response, his chest twitches up with ah flippant scoff.]
I've broken myself over and over and over. All to get stronger. So I can win. This crap's just one more step on the ladder. [telling aki he doesn't have to worry and treat him like a fragile cracked bowl. the man shifts, his hand twist, his finger pulls backwards, and--] ngh! [--he clenches around it stubbornly, surprised at how much he wanted it to stay in there. no time to snarl more than a quivering upper lip before aki's introducing two digits to his rim, twin uneven bumps prodding for a second until his body gives way and his chest arches with a harsher gasp.] -fuck! [they're in, both of them, stretching him open and pushing slicked velvet around him. nails, first joint, skin, second joint, skin, knuckles, slotted between his cheeks and pressing to his hole.
he grips at the bed, fingers twisting in the sheets, leg sliding back and forth between aki's thighs in a counterbalance of touch to touch. third finger! it burns and he pulls his head to the side, teeth grit and teeth bared in a snarl over his own shoulder. head flares in his cheeks, pink blooming under his eyes, and he instinctively spreads his free leg further on the bed to alleviate some pressure. balls dropping between his thighs and resting on he perineum as his body seizes up around aki's fingers. dammit, it feels this good already, this strange at the same time. those three things curl inside his tunnel and he arches his chest up, spine bowing from the bed with a sharper exhale. only falling down once he eases his fingers back out a bit. brows knit together, then lift as relief drifts across his face, a hard cringe easing into smooth.
at least until aki decides to ask that banger of a fucking question.] Who the hell asks that during a fuck?! Of course I'm not! [he is, he's human, but he hides it well.] Tch. Fear's admitting you might lose.