[ hearing the zipper of junpei's jeans come down get nikkari to loosen in anticipation, and when his partner's fingers slide out only to be replaced by his cock, he breathes out an extremely satisfied cry, a simple but powerful "ah." junpei will find that there's hardly any resistance as he pushes into the sword, nikkari's ass clearly more experienced than his own.
he rests his head into his arms once again, shifting his hips to allow junpei to thrust even deeper than he's already been getting. eventually, in between all the moans and other sounds of pleasure, he manages to put himself back together long enough to huff out a surprisingly clear, ]
Fuck me.
[ ... though he still tends to use softer euphemisms when merely discussing the act, he's since learned that those two simple words are very effective in getting both him and his partners off. ]
[The ease of sliding into Nikkari leaves Junpei tapering off with a satisfied groan, the hand on his stomach holding him while he takes a short moment to adjust. This isn't the first time he's done this, but it's still enough that it catches him off-guard sightly.
Still, it's not like Nikkari's wrong. Those words are enough to flip a switch, something almost primal lighting somewhere in his brain before he presses his lips to the back of his partner's neck and quickening his pace. The hand at his hip dances and teases its way back to Nikkari's cock, always just out of range from touching him as he leans into him.]
They do say that turnabout is fair play...would this be calling us even? [He's really just saying words solely because Nikkari more or less told him to, the pads of his fingers caressing his balls in an almost-gentle touch in comparison to the thrusts from behind.]
[ junpei's teasing and enthusiasm are enough to render nikkari unable to focus his attention on junpei's words long enough to even parse them, let alone respond to them. instead, he lets his body do the talking, shifting back against junpei's thrusts himself so that the sensation of his partner's cock slamming into him feels that much more intense.
though he lets out needy, stuttering moans every time junpei's fingers so much as brush against his length as it throbs with desperation to be touched, it doesn't seem like he actually minds... in fact, the denial of fingers along his dick and being focused on his sack instead might actually be even more of a turn-on. do what you will with that knowledge, jumpy. ]
[Well, the nice thing is Junpei's benevolent with his partners and hearing Nikkari under him is enough to let his fingers slide down and loosely curl around the base of his length. It doesn't last long, just a single movement before they return their attention to his sack and his thighs.
It's easier to keep up with Nikkari bent in front of him like this and he brings his mouth down to bite little lines along his shoulder. With the sword shifting back into him, Junpei finds himself thrusting faster to stay buried as long as possible even as his fingers remain almost painfully slow.]
You...are so needy like this aren't you? [A light squeeze of his hand.] Tell me what you want.
[ junpei isn't wrong—it's hard not to be a little (or a lot) greedy in the midst of something like this. nikkari bucks his hips forward when junpei's hand wraps around his cock, though he falls back onto his arms once junpei starts to bite.
"tell me what you want," his partner says, as if he could possibly pick a single answer with all the things he wants done to him. with most of his deeply flushed face hidden in his folded arms upon the counter, he slides his limbs up ever so slightly to uncover his mouth to breathe out between heavy sighs and groans, ]
Ah...fuck... [Hearing that request is a lot and it means there's a groan in Nikkari's ear while he stops teasing him. His hand moves again to start stroking his partner a little quicker and tighter, mouth against his ear and holding him up with his free arm as he slams into him with little hesitation.] Nikkari...
[An easy enough request, a hot whisper just low enough for him to hear. It's just the once for now, but drawn out and low to practically echo in the room.]
[ hearing his name in such a tempting voice is so much, more so than he'd initially anticipated. whether it's because of the aphro, or because it's junpei, or because of something else entirely, nikkari can't really say. he leans into junpei's hands so as to let his partner decide what feels best for him, because honestly, literally anything junpei does is sure to hit him just right at this point.
soon, as junpei continues to stroke him, he'll feel pre start to leak from his tip as nikkari chokes out strangled whimpers that seem like a far cry from the usually confident and self-assured sword. ]
[It's instinct now and he's murmuring little words and encouragements and teasing taunts in Nikkari's ear, falling into an easy rhythm to match the pacing of his hand. Thumb swiping over the head of Nikkari's length, he takes his time to trace the pad of his finger over him while his mouth closes over a portion of Nikkari's shoulder again.
Watching him crumble by his hand is fascinating and his other hand that isn't on Nikkari's length travels up to pinch and pull at his chest, mouth sucking on his neck before pulling off again to speak.]
What will make you fall apart...? [A pointed question, but quiet and curious as his tongue swipes over the mark that'll surely bruise.] Tell me what you need.
[ 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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he rests his head into his arms once again, shifting his hips to allow junpei to thrust even deeper than he's already been getting. eventually, in between all the moans and other sounds of pleasure, he manages to put himself back together long enough to huff out a surprisingly clear, ]
Fuck me.
[ ... though he still tends to use softer euphemisms when merely discussing the act, he's since learned that those two simple words are very effective in getting both him and his partners off. ]
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Still, it's not like Nikkari's wrong. Those words are enough to flip a switch, something almost primal lighting somewhere in his brain before he presses his lips to the back of his partner's neck and quickening his pace. The hand at his hip dances and teases its way back to Nikkari's cock, always just out of range from touching him as he leans into him.]
They do say that turnabout is fair play...would this be calling us even? [He's really just saying words solely because Nikkari more or less told him to, the pads of his fingers caressing his balls in an almost-gentle touch in comparison to the thrusts from behind.]
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though he lets out needy, stuttering moans every time junpei's fingers so much as brush against his length as it throbs with desperation to be touched, it doesn't seem like he actually minds... in fact, the denial of fingers along his dick and being focused on his sack instead might actually be even more of a turn-on. do what you will with that knowledge, jumpy. ]
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It's easier to keep up with Nikkari bent in front of him like this and he brings his mouth down to bite little lines along his shoulder. With the sword shifting back into him, Junpei finds himself thrusting faster to stay buried as long as possible even as his fingers remain almost painfully slow.]
You...are so needy like this aren't you? [A light squeeze of his hand.] Tell me what you want.
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"tell me what you want," his partner says, as if he could possibly pick a single answer with all the things he wants done to him. with most of his deeply flushed face hidden in his folded arms upon the counter, he slides his limbs up ever so slightly to uncover his mouth to breathe out between heavy sighs and groans, ]
Say my name... as you fuck me.
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[An easy enough request, a hot whisper just low enough for him to hear. It's just the once for now, but drawn out and low to practically echo in the room.]
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soon, as junpei continues to stroke him, he'll feel pre start to leak from his tip as nikkari chokes out strangled whimpers that seem like a far cry from the usually confident and self-assured sword. ]
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Watching him crumble by his hand is fascinating and his other hand that isn't on Nikkari's length travels up to pinch and pull at his chest, mouth sucking on his neck before pulling off again to speak.]
What will make you fall apart...? [A pointed question, but quiet and curious as his tongue swipes over the mark that'll surely bruise.] Tell me what you need.
[A deliberate word change, too.]
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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.]