[ Kneeling on his futon with his hand down the front of his slacks, already halfway to coming with sweat beading over his tanned skin and sticking curls to cheeks, the last thing Suzaku expected to happen as he finally leaned forward to brace himself on a hand was for the shape of the bed to change and to wind up eating a pillow. Flopping on his stomach with a grunt, he shoves himself up and blinks at the disorientating shift of setting, realising where he is with a belated Oh. Panting with the effort of having worked himself up (a beautiful mouth mimicked by a hand slick with lube, tight suction) he glances to his side and finds Gino, also red-faced and distracted. ]
Did you -?
[ About to be annoyed, he cuts himself off when he realises how very naked the other man is, following a shoulder under the sheet, and the ... tent lower down. ]
[ there is a very long pause as Suzaku "arrives" during which Gino is nothing short of stunned, and then only pleasantly surprised. was this part of the wishing air's influence, too? sending him Suzaku in the exact same state, ready to go, taking the "in bed with me" part seriously? or was he already... that couldn't be just a coincidence, could it?
then again, Suzaku is kind of a nympho. it's possible.
it doesn't take long for a grin to appear, pushing himself up into a half-sit on one elbow and leaning toward Suzaku, lips against his jaw, blankets pooling over a lap. ]
Don't stop, keep going.
[ reaches out to touch his hip, skimming the line of his pants with his fingertips; the only indication he's going to give. ]
[ Groaning, he rolls his eyes and leans into the attention, nuzzling as he hesitantly begins stroking himself again, eyes squeezing shut. The way Gino's name fractures in a pent-up sigh over Suzaku's wet lips speaks volumes of relief for the company, but he doesn't lower his slacks yet, embarrassed about actually using lube and even wishing the front wasn't stained with a sticky damp patch against the pale cotton. It's so telling, ridiculous to feel shy about jerking off even while continuing - but he does.
It's not difficult to pick up the same quick pace as before; tugging hard and fast as his hips surge into the same rhythm, a heel of a hand shoved into the bed to prop himself up, the slick slap of gel over hard flesh echoing dully. All of it perfect. ]
Oh!
[ Faster, urgent snaps into an awaiting hand, barely peeling down the ruined garment enough to add a second grip around the base so he can stroke the sensitive head over and over, balance wavering. ]
[ he just lets his immediate interest speak for itself, following Suzaku down to kiss his neck, the outer shell of his ear, gently suckling at a nearby lobe while the corner of his eyes remain focused on Suzaku's hands, his insides twisting up with a fire that he couldn't have possibly ever struck to life on his own. this is exactly what he wanted, what he needed, and he reaches beneath the blankets with his other hand again to begin stroking himself again; not at nearly the same desperate pace, not quite as far along, but much more firmly than before, when he was alone. it actually feels good, this time. ]
Hnn-n. Come for me, Suzaku? Please--
[ a thick whisper right against his ear, nipping right after. he can only imagine how that would get him going, shuddering violently at the thought and arching ever-so-slightly into his hand, hips off the bed. ]
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[ Kneeling on his futon with his hand down the front of his slacks, already halfway to coming with sweat beading over his tanned skin and sticking curls to cheeks, the last thing Suzaku expected to happen as he finally leaned forward to brace himself on a hand was for the shape of the bed to change and to wind up eating a pillow. Flopping on his stomach with a grunt, he shoves himself up and blinks at the disorientating shift of setting, realising where he is with a belated Oh. Panting with the effort of having worked himself up (a beautiful mouth mimicked by a hand slick with lube, tight suction) he glances to his side and finds Gino, also red-faced and distracted. ]
Did you -?
[ About to be annoyed, he cuts himself off when he realises how very naked the other man is, following a shoulder under the sheet, and the ... tent lower down. ]
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then again, Suzaku is kind of a nympho. it's possible.
it doesn't take long for a grin to appear, pushing himself up into a half-sit on one elbow and leaning toward Suzaku, lips against his jaw, blankets pooling over a lap. ]
Don't stop, keep going.
[ reaches out to touch his hip, skimming the line of his pants with his fingertips; the only indication he's going to give. ]
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[ Groaning, he rolls his eyes and leans into the attention, nuzzling as he hesitantly begins stroking himself again, eyes squeezing shut. The way Gino's name fractures in a pent-up sigh over Suzaku's wet lips speaks volumes of relief for the company, but he doesn't lower his slacks yet, embarrassed about actually using lube and even wishing the front wasn't stained with a sticky damp patch against the pale cotton. It's so telling, ridiculous to feel shy about jerking off even while continuing - but he does.
It's not difficult to pick up the same quick pace as before; tugging hard and fast as his hips surge into the same rhythm, a heel of a hand shoved into the bed to prop himself up, the slick slap of gel over hard flesh echoing dully. All of it perfect. ]
Oh!
[ Faster, urgent snaps into an awaiting hand, barely peeling down the ruined garment enough to add a second grip around the base so he can stroke the sensitive head over and over, balance wavering. ]
I'm - I'm close.
[ Choking out the words ( ... )
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Hnn-n. Come for me, Suzaku? Please--
[ a thick whisper right against his ear, nipping right after. he can only imagine how that would get him going, shuddering violently at the thought and arching ever-so-slightly into his hand, hips off the bed. ]
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