[ somewhere in his lust-filled haze, nikkari almost thinks to roll his eyes. does junpei really need a verbal reminder of what he needs right now, more than anything else? that moment of clarity is thrown right out the window, though, when junpei runs his thumb over his head. he lets out a cry when his sensitive tip is teased, his rim squeezing around junpei's cock like he never wants it to leave. ]
Keep... going. Harder. Until I release—!
[ ... which is, conveniently, now, because we have too many goddamn fuck threads going. he grips the edge of the counter so hard it turns his knuckles white as he comes, his release splattering from between junpei's fingers and onto the floor below. when all's said and done, he completely collapses forward onto his arms, body trembling from the intensity of everything. if junpei wants kisses or any other sort of afterglow attention, he's going to have to get it himself, because all nikkari can consciously do right now is whisper junpei's name.
sorry to anyone else who might be wanting a nice cup of coffee this morning! ]
[He doesn't need the reminder, he just likes hearing it. He likes hearing Nikkari lose control of himself and maybe it's just something about being in control here that gets to him. His hand continues to tease as he abides by the sword's wishes, slamming into him at a deeper and quicker pace.
Nikkari releasing first is ultimately what he wanted. He feels him spill over his head and onto the floor near his feet and it's only a few more thrusts before Junpei bites into his shoulder and stays still, his own release coming in spurts. Panting in his ear, he's doing his best not to put too much weight on Nikkari's back as he holds him up with his arm. ...but there's an apologetic sort of lick to the bite mark. Oops. That was probably harder than necessary.]
...now we're even, aren't we? [This is solely a reference to the fact that the roles are entirely reversed and he's very pleased with himself.]
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Keep... going. Harder. Until I release—!
[ ... which is, conveniently, now, because we have too many goddamn fuck threads going. he grips the edge of the counter so hard it turns his knuckles white as he comes, his release splattering from between junpei's fingers and onto the floor below. when all's said and done, he completely collapses forward onto his arms, body trembling from the intensity of everything. if junpei wants kisses or any other sort of afterglow attention, he's going to have to get it himself, because all nikkari can consciously do right now is whisper junpei's name.
sorry to anyone else who might be wanting a nice cup of coffee this morning! ]
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Nikkari releasing first is ultimately what he wanted. He feels him spill over his head and onto the floor near his feet and it's only a few more thrusts before Junpei bites into his shoulder and stays still, his own release coming in spurts. Panting in his ear, he's doing his best not to put too much weight on Nikkari's back as he holds him up with his arm. ...but there's an apologetic sort of lick to the bite mark. Oops. That was probably harder than necessary.]
...now we're even, aren't we? [This is solely a reference to the fact that the roles are entirely reversed and he's very pleased with himself.]