RP Log: Mizuki & Kirihara
Date: Few days after the previous one.
Rating: R/NWS, for cockscrew! *bricked*
Summary: Such a nice way to wake up, such a nice way to fail at getting Kirihara beg. ;D
It's been few days after that incident in Mizuki's bedroom. Neither of them mentioned anything, neither acted awkward or anything of the like. It was like the most natural thing, but... That incident gave Akaya dreams. Lucid dreams, highly erotic, and very arousing. Kirihara either woke up with his shorts wet, which was so damn embarrassing even when there was no one to witness it, or he woke up with a very prominent bulge.
Akaya sighed in his sleep, then purred quietly, an expression of pure bliss spreading through his face. It was obvious he was asleep, even though his body moved, nearly writhed from the imaginary pleasure it's been experiencing. Another pleased sigh escaped the parted lips, as the slender body finally settled on the back, arms stretched above the head, wide locks messier than normal from sleep. Once again, as per usual, there was a bulge in the vicinity of his crotch, but he didn't notice... and couldn't, really, how when he was deeply asleep?
When Mizuki woke up that day, he ignored Kirihara, sleeping on the couch. He started the day with how he usually started. Freshen up, stretch the muscles and make breakfast. It wasn't until he'd finished making the pancakes that he noticed he'd made more than usual. That was when he remembered that Kirihara had come over the night before and was sleeping on his couch. He shook his head, his smile going unnoticed. How could he have forgotten?
After setting the table for the two of them, Mizuki took off the apron he wore and padded to the living room where the agent was sleeping. "Nfu~!" A pleased sound escaped the spy's lips as he laid his eyes on the sleeping figure of Kirihara Akaya on his couch, stretched out like that, with a goofy smile on his face and a rather nice bulge in his shorts. Such a nice view, Mizuki thought. He stood there for a few minutes, watching the boy sleep before deciding to wake him up. It would prove to be quite interesting, Mizuki reasoned.
Kneeling by the couch, Mizuki nudged Kirihara in attempt to wake him up. When there was no response, he tried nudging him and calling his name. "Kirihara-kun? Kirihara-kun, wake up." Still nothing. And then Mizuki's lips curled the way they did when he'd thought of something rather dastardly or ingenious, depending on the way you looked at it. Slipping his hand in Kirihara's shorts, Mizuki leaned closer, his lips nearly touching the younger man's ear. "Kirihara-kun," he said in a low whisper, "If you don't wake up now, I might do something to you." His fingers curled around Kirihara's too-hard erection to accentuate his sentence. "Now, you may or may not like it, but you really wouldn't have that much of a choice... Will you wake up now?"
Kirihara was no heavy sleeper, at least not when he knew he had to be alert. Which wasn't today. And something had to be said about waking him up, before he did on his own... simply put, he loathed being woken up. But... the voice whispering in his ear, and then the cool fingers on his hard-on were not really unwelcome. At first though, the agent thought it was a part of the dream, but the feeling was too intense for it to be a dream.
His body arched slightly, and Akaya murmured pleasantly, but not really coherently, as the dark green eyes slid open. "I hope you're not going to just leave," he breathed against Mizuki's lips, after turning his head to face the man -- one hand sneaked down to gently stroke Mizuki's forearm, "Now that I am awake." Akaya smirked, though his cheeks were adorned by a dark flush from a mix of embarrassment and arousal.
"Not unless you ask me to," Mizuki said, deliberately speaking slowly, letting his lips brush against Kirihara's. Cute, was how the older man described a just-woken-up Kirihara. Very cute, what with that blush on his cheeks. "But I don't have any plans of leaving just yet." He smiled and kissed Kirihara's chin, then nuzzled his neck while his hand, holding Kirihara's arousal tight, began moving slowly. He meant to make Kirihara beg for his release, thus the deliberately slow sensual torture he gave the agent's cock.
"Mm, good," Kirihara purred out, eyes shutting tightly at the sensations brought by the hand working him so slowly, torturing him in the sweetest way. His breath hitched in his throat, blush darkening and spreading further on the pale cheeks as his hips bucked a little. It was sweet, indeed, but so frustrating. At this moment of the day all Akaya wanted was a quick job on this certain problem, so he could sleep a little longer... This though, oh god, it forced out a long and low groan out of the young agent as his hips moved into the hand again.
He licked his lips, flat abdomen raising and falling with each breath, "Mizuki-san," Akaya moaned out, face twisting into a slight, aroused frown, "Why... so slow?" As wonderful as it was, it wouldn't bring him anywhere at all. It certainly wouldn't let him come.
Mizuki hummed against Kirihara's throat. Although the question posed implied a request, Mizuki decided to ignore it completely, continuing at the pace he'd set, only gripping the other man's cock tighter. But something Kirihara said made him shiver slightly; he didn't know why, though. Maybe it was the way he said it, or maybe it was the words. Either way, Mizuki loved it. "Say it again," he said, licking the side of Kirihara's neck. The way he said it... it wasn't a request, more of a demand, really. "Call me by that name again, Kirihara-kun." If he was satisfied, maybe he'd give Kirihara what he wants. Maybe.
It? That name? Kirihara didn't know why it happened, but whenever in a situation like this with the older man -- only with him, really -- only this name was left in his mind, only this name could his lips utter. His own request was ignored, should he ignore Mizuki's? Did he want to? His body answered for him though, or rather his unconsciousness, as Akaya heard himself whispering it again, in a breathless moan, "Mm, Mizuki-san." But enough was enough, and with one hand the agent tilted the other's head to him for a kiss. Deep and long and showing the frustration Akaya was currently feeling.
Once the kiss started, Mizuki had no intention of stopping it anytime soon. That last time they kissed... no, the first time they kissed, it had left such an impression on Mizuki. Kissing Kirihara like this was very... enjoyable. And just to give a little satisfaction to the younger man, Mizuki began moving his had a little faster. Just a little bit. Not too fast or Kirihara would come too early. And Mizuki didn't want that. Sure, he let Kirihara take control of the kiss, that didn't mean he'd let him come anytime soon, though.
It was time to move, Akaya decided, gently nudging Mizuki to lie on the floor as he slid from the couch to hover above the older man. Somehow, they managed to do so without breaking the kiss and without Mizuki stopping the movement of his hand. Mm, yes, this was good, for some reason or other. The agent growled low in his throat, the man was intentionally keeping him on the edge, not letting him come... and just keeping a pace which only brought him closer, but didn't allow him to just let it go. Damn sadist.
Mizuki thought it a good thing that there was space between the couch and the coffee table as he was able to flip them over. The floor was terribly uncomfortable and Mizuki simply refused to lie down on it. If Kirihara wanted off the couch, let him be the one lying on the floor. It amazed him, though, how they managed to get to the floor without having to stop anything they were doing. Mizuki's free hand tugged Kirihara's shorts down, and once the obstruction was gone, settled himself in between Kirihara's legs, not once did he stop pumping his fist on the younger man's arousal. His free hand then moved to the agent's side, caressing the skin there, and Mizuki pulled away from the kiss, lips trailing wet kisses down to Kirihara's neck, to which he nipped and sucked. Silently, he dared Kirihara to beg for his release.
Not like Kirihara minded lying on the floor -- sure, it was uncomfortable, but his mind was currently quite set on something entirely else, something which wiped any other thought out of his mind. Idly, he wondered if Mizuki was not going to take his revenge on his neck, for that bite mark from the other day. He remembered the man was quite upset over that. But oh, it didn't matter -- it wasn't like anyone in the Agency knew. The American Embassy -- Mizuki's work place -- was another matter altogether.
It was getting a little... irritating, how the other dragged everything on. Akaya was aching to finally be allowed to come, yet he just couldn't. And it seemed Mizuki was not going to let him any soon... he tried pondering it, but focusing on anything was hard at the moment. So the young agents just growled, "Stop teasing," while his pelvis continued jerking into the hand, back arching from the floor.
"You like it though," Mizuki purred against the bright red mark he just made. He licked it before setting off to make another mark on Kirihara's jaw. "You like being teased." Sucking on the pale skin of the younger man's jaw, Mizuki watched his expressions, listening to the little sounds Kirihara was making. And then he did exactly the opposite of Kirihara's plea. His hand picked up the pace, pumping faster, only to slow down again. "I could just stop this altogether," Mizuki said nipping at a blooming mark on that jaw. "Leave you writhing on my floor. I could do just that."
Evil bastard. Evil sadistic bastard... and Akaya loved it. For some reason. "Don't stop," he moaned, but it still sounded like a demand that it was. With just enough force to bring Mizuki's face to himself, the agent pulled lightly on the man's hair at the nape, so that they faced each other -- green eyes, narrowed somewhat dangerously, staring into black ones. A moment like that and Akaya smirked wide, before his free hand grabbed Mizuki's groin through his pants -- amused, and perhaps a little relived too, to find the man aroused as well. He purred, kneading the bulge to assure it would be something hard to simply will away.
Mizuki hissed at Kirihara finding out his growing arousal. He'd been trying his best not to think about it too much so it would go away, and that bastard just had to... "Sneaky little bastard," Mizuki growled, giving Kirihara's cock a sharp tug. He couldn't help but grind his crotch against that hand that made sure he had a full-fledged hard-on. "Not that I don't appreciate the gesture," he murmured against Kirihara's neck, which he'd nuzzled once more. Kirihara smelled really nice there. "But there's really no need to return the favor."
"Favour?" Akaya's smirk widened at that, but he was interrupted by a gasp, "I'm only," mm, this was getting seriously frustrating -- his hand found it's way into Mizuki's pants, holding the hard flesh directly, "returning the torture."
Looking up at Kirihara with a raised eyebrow, Mizuki couldn't help but chuckle. "Torture, hmm," he repeated. Mizuki leaned in to give the agent soft kisses and said in between them, "I suppose playtime's over then?"
"As it should," Akaya purred, tugging on the member in his hand and kissing the man above him just as softly. God only knew how badly he wanted to come already. Teasing and dragging everything on was fun and all, but till a certain point. Later it was only... ahh, even a little painful.
Neither of them wasted any time. As Mizuki's tugs became faster, sharper, the kisses became hungrier, fiercer than before. He even helped Kirihara unzip his pants and pulled them halfway down his thighs. At one point, Mizuki thrust his hips forward, crushing his arousal against Kirihara's, making the older man moan in their kiss. It felt good, so he did it again. And again. And again.
That was unexpected -- that another cock brushing against his felt this damn good. Kirihara moaned, his own hips moving up for more of the wonderful friction. But... it was still not enough, so he brushed Mizuki's hand off him and hooked his leg around the man's waist to bring his groin down. That close contact, that harsh close contact, was more than amazing. And oh yes, it'd certainly make him come much sooner, as long as their pelvises continued thrusting like this.
Mizuki picked up the pace, their groins bucking against each other. The friction, the sensations it gave swirled in Mizuki's head, leaving him dazed and wanting more, just like Kirihara beneath him. He pulled away from the kiss, panting. "Come for me?" Mizuki asked, sucking on Kirihara's lower lip. He could feel his orgasm approaching fast, but he wants to see Kirihara's release first.
Oh, Akaya didn't need any more encouragement to lose himself in the pleasure. He came hard, the climax amazing from all the teasing and just how long he had to wait for it. His back arched, both legs squeezing Mizuki's waist -- he really didn't know when the other joined the first -- holding the man close, while his hands fisted on the shirt the other still had on. He came with Mizuki's name on his lips, a loud cry, as his semen stained both their shirts.
Absolutely delicious. That was how Mizuki described Kirihara as he came; Mizuki especially liked how Kirihara called out his name. Licking his lips, Mizuki made a mental note to have the young man take care of the cleaning bills again. But that didn't matter at the moment. His hips thrust against Kirihara's harder, wanting his turn for release. It wasn't too long until Mizuki came, his semen mixing with Kirihara's all over their stomachs and shirts. Yes, Kirihara will have to take care of the laundry this time around.
Mizuki pulled away, sitting up on his heels and admired how Kirihara looked; legs spread on either side of him, eyes glazed with satisfaction, and his torso half-covered in semen... Really, really delicious. A finger trailed from Kirihara's inner thigh, moving up to the younger man's stomach, and climbed upward still, swirling in their mixed come. Mizuki brought it up to his lips, licking it clean, and his gaze all the while fixed on Kirihara. He then took his messy shirt off, as well as Kirihara's. Dirty clothes were not welcome on the dining table, after all. He bunched them together and threw them to the side right before leaning back down-- and began lapping up every drop. If Kirihara got another hard-on from this, Mizuki wasn't going to help him anymore. There were pancakes waiting to be eaten, and they'd definitely have gotten cold by now.
Akaya wondered idly what did he do, to deserve this kind of wonderful torture from the older man. Not that he minded -- it all felt damn good, but it was hard to keep himself from growing aroused again, when Mizuki was licking his stomach like this. Especially when he was completely naked and spread out. When did his shirt go? And oh wow... when did Mizuki's shirt go? The man looked exceptionally good shirtless -- lean chest, with no ounce of fat. But he wasn't bulky either, actually rather on the soft side, though there was no denying there were muscles there, firm muscles.
Okay now, enough was enough, otherwise he'd have a problem again and Akaya was actually getting hungry. The smell of pancakes still lingered in the room -- it made his mouth water a bit. Mm, the spy made pancakes. The younger man pulled Mizuki's face up to kiss the man, when he sat up. "Mmrrr, I think that's enough," he licked at these lovely lips, tasting their mixed semen -- his stomach was already more or less clean. He'd take a shower after eating.
With one last kiss, Akaya grabbed his shorts -- still clean and pulled them on, "I'm hungry."
Mizuki chuckled to himself as he stood up and pulled his pants back up. He smiled at Kirihara, licking his lips. Mm, he could still taste Kirihara in his mouth. "Yes, I'm quite hungry myself," he said. The glint in Mizuki's eyes was unreadable. He brushed his bangs away from his face with his clean hand and hooked an arm around the younger man's, pulling him close. "Made pancakes enough for the both of us. Will you join me at the breakfast table?"
It was hard not to purr at the feeling of Mizuki's hand on his waist, and being pressed so close against the other, "I'd love to." He smirked, but the effect was ruined by a soft growl of his stomach. "Very hungry, it seems," he snickered, deciding to just take a stab at himself -- such a rarity, but he didn't care at the moment. Akaya ducked his head and nipped lightly then not so lightly on the older man's jaw, leaving a soft mark, it'd be visible for the day, then fade tomorrow.
Though Kirihara was cute, he was still a bastard. Mizuki irritably rubbed at that little mark the young man left. Not that he didn't like Kirihara doing that, but he would soon run out of concealer if he kept leaving visible marks. Still, he took Kirihara to the dining area, even pulled a chair out for him, reheated the pancakes and served them. All the while, Mizuki plotted a little accident with the pancake syrup. But Kirihara doesn't need to know it was deliberate.
Rating: R/NWS, for cockscrew! *bricked*
Summary: Such a nice way to wake up, such a nice way to fail at getting Kirihara beg. ;D
It's been few days after that incident in Mizuki's bedroom. Neither of them mentioned anything, neither acted awkward or anything of the like. It was like the most natural thing, but... That incident gave Akaya dreams. Lucid dreams, highly erotic, and very arousing. Kirihara either woke up with his shorts wet, which was so damn embarrassing even when there was no one to witness it, or he woke up with a very prominent bulge.
Akaya sighed in his sleep, then purred quietly, an expression of pure bliss spreading through his face. It was obvious he was asleep, even though his body moved, nearly writhed from the imaginary pleasure it's been experiencing. Another pleased sigh escaped the parted lips, as the slender body finally settled on the back, arms stretched above the head, wide locks messier than normal from sleep. Once again, as per usual, there was a bulge in the vicinity of his crotch, but he didn't notice... and couldn't, really, how when he was deeply asleep?
When Mizuki woke up that day, he ignored Kirihara, sleeping on the couch. He started the day with how he usually started. Freshen up, stretch the muscles and make breakfast. It wasn't until he'd finished making the pancakes that he noticed he'd made more than usual. That was when he remembered that Kirihara had come over the night before and was sleeping on his couch. He shook his head, his smile going unnoticed. How could he have forgotten?
After setting the table for the two of them, Mizuki took off the apron he wore and padded to the living room where the agent was sleeping. "Nfu~!" A pleased sound escaped the spy's lips as he laid his eyes on the sleeping figure of Kirihara Akaya on his couch, stretched out like that, with a goofy smile on his face and a rather nice bulge in his shorts. Such a nice view, Mizuki thought. He stood there for a few minutes, watching the boy sleep before deciding to wake him up. It would prove to be quite interesting, Mizuki reasoned.
Kneeling by the couch, Mizuki nudged Kirihara in attempt to wake him up. When there was no response, he tried nudging him and calling his name. "Kirihara-kun? Kirihara-kun, wake up." Still nothing. And then Mizuki's lips curled the way they did when he'd thought of something rather dastardly or ingenious, depending on the way you looked at it. Slipping his hand in Kirihara's shorts, Mizuki leaned closer, his lips nearly touching the younger man's ear. "Kirihara-kun," he said in a low whisper, "If you don't wake up now, I might do something to you." His fingers curled around Kirihara's too-hard erection to accentuate his sentence. "Now, you may or may not like it, but you really wouldn't have that much of a choice... Will you wake up now?"
Kirihara was no heavy sleeper, at least not when he knew he had to be alert. Which wasn't today. And something had to be said about waking him up, before he did on his own... simply put, he loathed being woken up. But... the voice whispering in his ear, and then the cool fingers on his hard-on were not really unwelcome. At first though, the agent thought it was a part of the dream, but the feeling was too intense for it to be a dream.
His body arched slightly, and Akaya murmured pleasantly, but not really coherently, as the dark green eyes slid open. "I hope you're not going to just leave," he breathed against Mizuki's lips, after turning his head to face the man -- one hand sneaked down to gently stroke Mizuki's forearm, "Now that I am awake." Akaya smirked, though his cheeks were adorned by a dark flush from a mix of embarrassment and arousal.
"Not unless you ask me to," Mizuki said, deliberately speaking slowly, letting his lips brush against Kirihara's. Cute, was how the older man described a just-woken-up Kirihara. Very cute, what with that blush on his cheeks. "But I don't have any plans of leaving just yet." He smiled and kissed Kirihara's chin, then nuzzled his neck while his hand, holding Kirihara's arousal tight, began moving slowly. He meant to make Kirihara beg for his release, thus the deliberately slow sensual torture he gave the agent's cock.
"Mm, good," Kirihara purred out, eyes shutting tightly at the sensations brought by the hand working him so slowly, torturing him in the sweetest way. His breath hitched in his throat, blush darkening and spreading further on the pale cheeks as his hips bucked a little. It was sweet, indeed, but so frustrating. At this moment of the day all Akaya wanted was a quick job on this certain problem, so he could sleep a little longer... This though, oh god, it forced out a long and low groan out of the young agent as his hips moved into the hand again.
He licked his lips, flat abdomen raising and falling with each breath, "Mizuki-san," Akaya moaned out, face twisting into a slight, aroused frown, "Why... so slow?" As wonderful as it was, it wouldn't bring him anywhere at all. It certainly wouldn't let him come.
Mizuki hummed against Kirihara's throat. Although the question posed implied a request, Mizuki decided to ignore it completely, continuing at the pace he'd set, only gripping the other man's cock tighter. But something Kirihara said made him shiver slightly; he didn't know why, though. Maybe it was the way he said it, or maybe it was the words. Either way, Mizuki loved it. "Say it again," he said, licking the side of Kirihara's neck. The way he said it... it wasn't a request, more of a demand, really. "Call me by that name again, Kirihara-kun." If he was satisfied, maybe he'd give Kirihara what he wants. Maybe.
It? That name? Kirihara didn't know why it happened, but whenever in a situation like this with the older man -- only with him, really -- only this name was left in his mind, only this name could his lips utter. His own request was ignored, should he ignore Mizuki's? Did he want to? His body answered for him though, or rather his unconsciousness, as Akaya heard himself whispering it again, in a breathless moan, "Mm, Mizuki-san." But enough was enough, and with one hand the agent tilted the other's head to him for a kiss. Deep and long and showing the frustration Akaya was currently feeling.
Once the kiss started, Mizuki had no intention of stopping it anytime soon. That last time they kissed... no, the first time they kissed, it had left such an impression on Mizuki. Kissing Kirihara like this was very... enjoyable. And just to give a little satisfaction to the younger man, Mizuki began moving his had a little faster. Just a little bit. Not too fast or Kirihara would come too early. And Mizuki didn't want that. Sure, he let Kirihara take control of the kiss, that didn't mean he'd let him come anytime soon, though.
It was time to move, Akaya decided, gently nudging Mizuki to lie on the floor as he slid from the couch to hover above the older man. Somehow, they managed to do so without breaking the kiss and without Mizuki stopping the movement of his hand. Mm, yes, this was good, for some reason or other. The agent growled low in his throat, the man was intentionally keeping him on the edge, not letting him come... and just keeping a pace which only brought him closer, but didn't allow him to just let it go. Damn sadist.
Mizuki thought it a good thing that there was space between the couch and the coffee table as he was able to flip them over. The floor was terribly uncomfortable and Mizuki simply refused to lie down on it. If Kirihara wanted off the couch, let him be the one lying on the floor. It amazed him, though, how they managed to get to the floor without having to stop anything they were doing. Mizuki's free hand tugged Kirihara's shorts down, and once the obstruction was gone, settled himself in between Kirihara's legs, not once did he stop pumping his fist on the younger man's arousal. His free hand then moved to the agent's side, caressing the skin there, and Mizuki pulled away from the kiss, lips trailing wet kisses down to Kirihara's neck, to which he nipped and sucked. Silently, he dared Kirihara to beg for his release.
Not like Kirihara minded lying on the floor -- sure, it was uncomfortable, but his mind was currently quite set on something entirely else, something which wiped any other thought out of his mind. Idly, he wondered if Mizuki was not going to take his revenge on his neck, for that bite mark from the other day. He remembered the man was quite upset over that. But oh, it didn't matter -- it wasn't like anyone in the Agency knew. The American Embassy -- Mizuki's work place -- was another matter altogether.
It was getting a little... irritating, how the other dragged everything on. Akaya was aching to finally be allowed to come, yet he just couldn't. And it seemed Mizuki was not going to let him any soon... he tried pondering it, but focusing on anything was hard at the moment. So the young agents just growled, "Stop teasing," while his pelvis continued jerking into the hand, back arching from the floor.
"You like it though," Mizuki purred against the bright red mark he just made. He licked it before setting off to make another mark on Kirihara's jaw. "You like being teased." Sucking on the pale skin of the younger man's jaw, Mizuki watched his expressions, listening to the little sounds Kirihara was making. And then he did exactly the opposite of Kirihara's plea. His hand picked up the pace, pumping faster, only to slow down again. "I could just stop this altogether," Mizuki said nipping at a blooming mark on that jaw. "Leave you writhing on my floor. I could do just that."
Evil bastard. Evil sadistic bastard... and Akaya loved it. For some reason. "Don't stop," he moaned, but it still sounded like a demand that it was. With just enough force to bring Mizuki's face to himself, the agent pulled lightly on the man's hair at the nape, so that they faced each other -- green eyes, narrowed somewhat dangerously, staring into black ones. A moment like that and Akaya smirked wide, before his free hand grabbed Mizuki's groin through his pants -- amused, and perhaps a little relived too, to find the man aroused as well. He purred, kneading the bulge to assure it would be something hard to simply will away.
Mizuki hissed at Kirihara finding out his growing arousal. He'd been trying his best not to think about it too much so it would go away, and that bastard just had to... "Sneaky little bastard," Mizuki growled, giving Kirihara's cock a sharp tug. He couldn't help but grind his crotch against that hand that made sure he had a full-fledged hard-on. "Not that I don't appreciate the gesture," he murmured against Kirihara's neck, which he'd nuzzled once more. Kirihara smelled really nice there. "But there's really no need to return the favor."
"Favour?" Akaya's smirk widened at that, but he was interrupted by a gasp, "I'm only," mm, this was getting seriously frustrating -- his hand found it's way into Mizuki's pants, holding the hard flesh directly, "returning the torture."
Looking up at Kirihara with a raised eyebrow, Mizuki couldn't help but chuckle. "Torture, hmm," he repeated. Mizuki leaned in to give the agent soft kisses and said in between them, "I suppose playtime's over then?"
"As it should," Akaya purred, tugging on the member in his hand and kissing the man above him just as softly. God only knew how badly he wanted to come already. Teasing and dragging everything on was fun and all, but till a certain point. Later it was only... ahh, even a little painful.
Neither of them wasted any time. As Mizuki's tugs became faster, sharper, the kisses became hungrier, fiercer than before. He even helped Kirihara unzip his pants and pulled them halfway down his thighs. At one point, Mizuki thrust his hips forward, crushing his arousal against Kirihara's, making the older man moan in their kiss. It felt good, so he did it again. And again. And again.
That was unexpected -- that another cock brushing against his felt this damn good. Kirihara moaned, his own hips moving up for more of the wonderful friction. But... it was still not enough, so he brushed Mizuki's hand off him and hooked his leg around the man's waist to bring his groin down. That close contact, that harsh close contact, was more than amazing. And oh yes, it'd certainly make him come much sooner, as long as their pelvises continued thrusting like this.
Mizuki picked up the pace, their groins bucking against each other. The friction, the sensations it gave swirled in Mizuki's head, leaving him dazed and wanting more, just like Kirihara beneath him. He pulled away from the kiss, panting. "Come for me?" Mizuki asked, sucking on Kirihara's lower lip. He could feel his orgasm approaching fast, but he wants to see Kirihara's release first.
Oh, Akaya didn't need any more encouragement to lose himself in the pleasure. He came hard, the climax amazing from all the teasing and just how long he had to wait for it. His back arched, both legs squeezing Mizuki's waist -- he really didn't know when the other joined the first -- holding the man close, while his hands fisted on the shirt the other still had on. He came with Mizuki's name on his lips, a loud cry, as his semen stained both their shirts.
Absolutely delicious. That was how Mizuki described Kirihara as he came; Mizuki especially liked how Kirihara called out his name. Licking his lips, Mizuki made a mental note to have the young man take care of the cleaning bills again. But that didn't matter at the moment. His hips thrust against Kirihara's harder, wanting his turn for release. It wasn't too long until Mizuki came, his semen mixing with Kirihara's all over their stomachs and shirts. Yes, Kirihara will have to take care of the laundry this time around.
Mizuki pulled away, sitting up on his heels and admired how Kirihara looked; legs spread on either side of him, eyes glazed with satisfaction, and his torso half-covered in semen... Really, really delicious. A finger trailed from Kirihara's inner thigh, moving up to the younger man's stomach, and climbed upward still, swirling in their mixed come. Mizuki brought it up to his lips, licking it clean, and his gaze all the while fixed on Kirihara. He then took his messy shirt off, as well as Kirihara's. Dirty clothes were not welcome on the dining table, after all. He bunched them together and threw them to the side right before leaning back down-- and began lapping up every drop. If Kirihara got another hard-on from this, Mizuki wasn't going to help him anymore. There were pancakes waiting to be eaten, and they'd definitely have gotten cold by now.
Akaya wondered idly what did he do, to deserve this kind of wonderful torture from the older man. Not that he minded -- it all felt damn good, but it was hard to keep himself from growing aroused again, when Mizuki was licking his stomach like this. Especially when he was completely naked and spread out. When did his shirt go? And oh wow... when did Mizuki's shirt go? The man looked exceptionally good shirtless -- lean chest, with no ounce of fat. But he wasn't bulky either, actually rather on the soft side, though there was no denying there were muscles there, firm muscles.
Okay now, enough was enough, otherwise he'd have a problem again and Akaya was actually getting hungry. The smell of pancakes still lingered in the room -- it made his mouth water a bit. Mm, the spy made pancakes. The younger man pulled Mizuki's face up to kiss the man, when he sat up. "Mmrrr, I think that's enough," he licked at these lovely lips, tasting their mixed semen -- his stomach was already more or less clean. He'd take a shower after eating.
With one last kiss, Akaya grabbed his shorts -- still clean and pulled them on, "I'm hungry."
Mizuki chuckled to himself as he stood up and pulled his pants back up. He smiled at Kirihara, licking his lips. Mm, he could still taste Kirihara in his mouth. "Yes, I'm quite hungry myself," he said. The glint in Mizuki's eyes was unreadable. He brushed his bangs away from his face with his clean hand and hooked an arm around the younger man's, pulling him close. "Made pancakes enough for the both of us. Will you join me at the breakfast table?"
It was hard not to purr at the feeling of Mizuki's hand on his waist, and being pressed so close against the other, "I'd love to." He smirked, but the effect was ruined by a soft growl of his stomach. "Very hungry, it seems," he snickered, deciding to just take a stab at himself -- such a rarity, but he didn't care at the moment. Akaya ducked his head and nipped lightly then not so lightly on the older man's jaw, leaving a soft mark, it'd be visible for the day, then fade tomorrow.
Though Kirihara was cute, he was still a bastard. Mizuki irritably rubbed at that little mark the young man left. Not that he didn't like Kirihara doing that, but he would soon run out of concealer if he kept leaving visible marks. Still, he took Kirihara to the dining area, even pulled a chair out for him, reheated the pancakes and served them. All the while, Mizuki plotted a little accident with the pancake syrup. But Kirihara doesn't need to know it was deliberate.