[ As soon as he's encouraged by the pressure of Bakugo's hands to continue thrusting shallowly into his mouth, Keita knows he's a goner. There's no hope that he could hold out against this combination of enthusiasm and skill and sensation, not even for someone who ordinarily has quite decent stamina for a man his age. His voice picks up a bit, his breaths beginning to take on pitch, pleasure audible in his gasps and visible in the flex of his muscles as he rocks into Bakugo's hands, into the welcoming heat of his mouth.
The sighs of Keita's impending climax are obvious, not least of all because Bakugo has seen them before. Tension builds through his frame, in his thighs and then up his spine; his movements grow less coordinated, no longer smoothly rolling his hips but rather jerking them in short thrusts as he fights against the growing pleasure. (Nothing against Bakugo—Keita has just found that a touch of self-denial makes the climax sweeter.) It's not enough, though, and he didn't mean it to be, and before long Keita is swallowing down a low cry as his cock throbs and he spills into Bakugo's mouth.
Oh, that's good. The flush of heat through his body, centered on his pelvis where Bakugo's mouth is working him over—the dizzying pleasure of it, rippling through him in aftershocks that follow the initial quake. He has to reach his other hand out to brace himself against the floor behind Bakugo's head, holding himself steady as he shivers in the wake of his orgasm. ]
Christ, [ Keita almost whispers, ] you're too good at that...
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The sighs of Keita's impending climax are obvious, not least of all because Bakugo has seen them before. Tension builds through his frame, in his thighs and then up his spine; his movements grow less coordinated, no longer smoothly rolling his hips but rather jerking them in short thrusts as he fights against the growing pleasure. (Nothing against Bakugo—Keita has just found that a touch of self-denial makes the climax sweeter.) It's not enough, though, and he didn't mean it to be, and before long Keita is swallowing down a low cry as his cock throbs and he spills into Bakugo's mouth.
Oh, that's good. The flush of heat through his body, centered on his pelvis where Bakugo's mouth is working him over—the dizzying pleasure of it, rippling through him in aftershocks that follow the initial quake. He has to reach his other hand out to brace himself against the floor behind Bakugo's head, holding himself steady as he shivers in the wake of his orgasm. ]
Christ, [ Keita almost whispers, ] you're too good at that...