[ Slow and agonizing is very fun, Gojou thinks. Especially when it coaxes that gentle moan out of his partner. He turns his head so he can give Omi a little nuzzle, maybe even sneak in a peck, but the torture doesn't stop. His thumb circles against the tip every time he strokes back up that length.
His body responds, too. Twitching and greedily swallowing up those fingers. ]
You're sounding almost impatient.
[ Biting his bottom lip, he tries to stifle noises that want to escape. The smile on his face wavers a little, too. It's hard to stay confident when pleasure is hitting you in waves. ]
[It's so much, and somehow not enough at the same time. Gojou's hand feels good against him, but it's making him yearn for more. His hips jerk forward, even as he tries to keep himself still.
He chances a glance up at him, notes the way his smile wavers and smiles against his skin.]
[ Ugh... There's a spot that those fingers can't reach. Paired with Omi's words, Gojou grows silent. Frustrated in many ways, he keeps pumping his cock as a filler, stretching out his patience as long as possible, but no... Gojou is finally hitting his limit.
The slight change on his skin, feeling that smile against it, has him stop and shudder. Squeezing Omi at the base, he grits his teeth and yields. ]
I do.
[ He... Feels so much shame? Which he never felt before. Usually, he teases more, maybe even begs for fun, so he's at a loss why suddenly his voice is so much quieter. ]
[ He thinks they should do this again sometime. Once they're both a little bit more themselves and the base isn't messing with them so much.
Slowly his fingers come out, but he puts on the condom in a quick motion. ]
Whatever you need. Just say.
[ Omi won't tease him so much- because he's also hungry for more. Gojou did a great job of making him needy. He pushes in, slowly at first, checking that it's fine. ]
[ He gulps when the fingers slip out, leaving him feeling empty. Though not for long. His eyes are glued to how Omi fastens on the condom and his lips press into a thin line as he prepares himself for what's coming next. As the tip pushes in, then more, he lets out an airy moan only to grumble towards the end. It's thicker and bigger than those fingers, but that itch is still there. More... He wants more. ]
How can I be good when it's not all in?
[ Sometimes you just have to do it yourself. Gojou presses his hips down onto Omi, taking all of him down to the base. A content hum sounds from his throat as the sensation shoots up his back. Still, he's not satisfied. Slowly, he moves his hips, greedily riding him. ]
[He lets Gojou set the pace, but he also puts his hands on his hips. Not for control, just for something to hold onto. It's good, after being teased for what feels like too long, his nails dig in as he groans.]
What happened to letting me take the lead?
[Not that he really seems to mind, taking another kiss. Biting gently at Gojou's lower lip to let him in.]
[ Mn... Right. He did say he would let Omi take the lead. That's actually a lot harder than Gojou thought? Instead of focusing on the burning desire below, he pins his attention on the soft lips against his.
Returning with little pecks, he slows down the roll of his hips until they completely stop. A hand grabs onto Omi's shoulder, nails biting into his shirt while the other sneaks under. He savors the sensation and bites back, soothing them with licks, before rewarding Omi with an open-mouthed kiss. He tries to hold his tongue hostage, sucking on it while his hand maps his torso in search for something to play with.
You know what? His shirt is annoying. Gojou decides to just help him out of it. ]
[If it wasn't Gojou, and if he didn't also want him to get his wish- maybe he wouldn't have reminded him about his indulgence.
As it stands though, he'll wait until Gojou stops moving his hips, whining just a little as the friction slows. In the mean time, happily kissing back, biting and licking. The only thing that gets Omi to pull away is his hands tugging at his shirt.
Off it goes, tossed aside to be picked up later.
Now his nails are pressing into Gojou's shoulder and hip as he starts taking the pace. Slow but deep thrusts. He said he wanted to walk later. Omi will be careful not to go completely wild.]
[ The short moan is huskier than usual. It feels different when it's someone else doing it. He can't predict what Omi will do next, so every movement comes to him as a small surprise. Now his nails can sink directly into Omi's shoulder as his back arches. Free fingers run through his own hair, slicking it back so he can better see his partner. This has been pretty sweet and nice, actually. ]
You're being so gentle with me.
[ His laugh is breathless and dripping with yearning as he helps Omi along, meeting him halfway with the rise and fall of his hips. ]
It's okay to go a little faster and harder. [ To provoke him, he pinches Omi's nipple, going so far as to tugging it a bit. ] I'm not that delicate.
[Gojou's fingers draw out a little moan, encouraging. Do it again?]
Maybe I wanted a change of pace?
[They're both well built, and he's certain he's not delicate. He could go quicker, he could increase the pace. Not yet. He leaves little scratches as his fingers trail down Gojou's skin. Just enough to go red, not enough to bleed.
Gojou's eyes are really something. With his hair slicked back like that, it's so easy to drink him in. Especially at this pace.] You really are handsome.
[The hand on Gojou's hip wraps around him and starts stroking him in time to their thrusts.]
[ Gojou huffs in dismay, laughing again at Omi's response. ]
It didn't seem like that earlier. [ The ends of his lips curl more as he leans forward to peer into his eyes. Compliments are nice. ] And thanks. You're a looker yourself.
[ Gojou rewards and punishes him again by tweaking his nipple, rolling it between his fingers. Licking his lips, he tightens around Omi every time he decides to tug it. The sensations have to coax something out of Omi, right? Maybe a louder moan, or a break in his resolve. A complacent look glosses his features; he's having a lot of fun! Until his cock is given attention on top of his hole.
His lips quiver as his muscles tense up—keep it together. He finds it difficult to keep moving his hips now. ]
[The pulls do draw out a louder moan, but it doesn't mean he speeds up. Their pace is still steady as he continues rocking his hips and moving his hand.
Omi said he was going to give him a good time, and he meant it.
He huffs out a soft laugh, pressing their lips together for just a moment, fleeting. He has more he wants to say. Still perfectly in kiss range, if Gojou decides he wants to retaliate.]
[ His shoulders shake as bit as a current rolls through his hips and spreads, cock throbbing and dripping. Eventually, he gets used to the pleasure pooling in his abdomen and takes a deep breath in. He's starting to move his hips again, but settles back to letting Omi do the work. ]
Maybe unfair is a better word for it.
[ Ah, perfectly in kiss range is good. Gojou dives in for another kiss, forcing Omi's mouth open so he can bite on his tongue. It doesn't last too long. He breaks it off so he can line Omi's neck with teeth, nibbling before biting there, too. Marks form as he sucks the spot, making sure it blossoms a bright color while he continues to rub his nipple.
He has to do something while he's being tortured? ]
[ Ah, yes. When Omi thrusts into him faster, harder, he's forced to stifle his voice. He reels back every moan and whine that wants to escape his chest, but it's audible because he's purposely muffling it right in Omi's ear. The groans and moans steadily get louder and louder, especially at the peaks of Omi's erratic pace. The grip on his shoulder tightens and Gojou's fingernails leave crescent marks onto his skin as he tries to hold on. ]
You're... Right. [ Licking his lips, he sucks on the patch of skin right below Omi's ear, then whispers: ] We should stop torturing each other.
[ He doesn't say it, but he means he doesn't care about what he said earlier about needing to be able to walk. All he wants is sweet release and it clouds his judgment. It's evident with how he responds to each buck of Omi's hips, desperately pressing himself down onto him. ]
[It's impossible to ignore the sounds Gojou is making in his ear. There's a full body shiver as he gets louder and the nails in his skin only make him moan louder.
Oh, he does want to go faster and completely ignore what Gojou asked for earlier. He wants to go fast enough that Gojou won't be able to walk for a day- but he still has some vague sense of restraint. Even as he quickens his pace, he's still not going hard enough for that.
Instead, his grip on Gojou's cock gets firmer, pace increasing, trying to push him over the edge first. ]
Ah... Please. [Yes, absolutely. He would love to do this with Gojou again some time soon.] Your room or mine?
[Hard to answer when Omi's immediately kissing him again, biting harder on his lip, pushing for more.]
[ His voice is muffled by the kiss... Very difficult to answer unless Omi can understand the moans that echo through their mouths.
At points, he almost loses himself in the haze of pleasure. With every thrust and stroke, his mind flashes white for a millisecond before he's back... Back to seeing Omi under him, feeling beads of sweat run along their bodies, and swinging into that peak again. Breaking the kiss, he sucks in a sharp breath, but is still left in haggard breaths.
He leans forward, almost balling up, but bites right below Omi's adam's apple and leaves a mark there, too. ]
Let's go to yours for a quick second round.
[ Because he doesn't know how they're going to do that when they're tangled up like this right now. He also doesn't want to go anywhere until he climaxes. His tongue runs up before he takes Omi's lips again into a kiss, arms now wrapped around his neck. He's close to his limit now. ]
[As many skills as he has, he cannot understand moans quite like this.
It's nice though, losing himself in the pleasure of it, not constantly chasing after attention. Knowing Gojou's attention is on him alone, at least for the moment. He can be content with that, there's satisfaction in it.
Being bitten like this draws out a low moan. He's very clearly into it, and is clearly encouraging more of that, thank you.]
'Course.
[He's absolutely not going to say no to anything right now. Not when he's chasing after his climax, and Gojou's. He feels himself getting closer with every quickened thrust- until he just can't help himself and he ends up coming first.]
[ When Omi finally unravels, Gojou isn't too far off. He has seen how the other man reacts to bites and it sparks ideas into his head despite how cloudy it is. Nails claw across Omi's shoulder blades, digging into his skin and leaving streaks on his back. He bites onto the crook of his neck again, this time the other side from where he bruised earlier, and imprints more marks as he tightens around him.
He gasps as he comes, staining Omi's hand and his stomach. In slow motions, he runs himself along his length a couple of times to savor the afterglow. ]
Whoops. Sorry for the mess.
[ Ushering a big exhale, he licks his teeth with a satisfied smile, then laughs. Yeah, he's going to laugh at coming on Omi. ]
[ The clawing and biting have him shivering in pleasure. This is great, he wants so much more of this. That's what he thinks as his head starts to clear.
He lets out a huff of a laugh. ]
You don't sound that sorry.
[ Not that Omi really minds it either. He tugs him down for a quick kiss. ]
[ Oh, another kiss. He lets Omi have that as he reaches for his boxers and pants. ]
You're right. I think you look pretty good like this.
[ Pfft. There must be a tissue box nearby—fortunately, there are napkins since people like to snack here. He tosses one onto Omi's stomach as he pulls his pants back on. Sure, he's somewhat shameless, but he doesn't want to go walking around half-naked. ]
[ That's so much trust... Letting Gojou take Omi's porn shots. Gojou follows him while stretching his arms up, then resting his hands behind his head. ]
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His body responds, too. Twitching and greedily swallowing up those fingers. ]
You're sounding almost impatient.
[ Biting his bottom lip, he tries to stifle noises that want to escape. The smile on his face wavers a little, too. It's hard to stay confident when pleasure is hitting you in waves. ]
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[It's so much, and somehow not enough at the same time. Gojou's hand feels good against him, but it's making him yearn for more. His hips jerk forward, even as he tries to keep himself still.
He chances a glance up at him, notes the way his smile wavers and smiles against his skin.]
You look like you want more.
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The slight change on his skin, feeling that smile against it, has him stop and shudder. Squeezing Omi at the base, he grits his teeth and yields. ]
I do.
[ He... Feels so much shame? Which he never felt before. Usually, he teases more, maybe even begs for fun, so he's at a loss why suddenly his voice is so much quieter. ]
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Slowly his fingers come out, but he puts on the condom in a quick motion. ]
Whatever you need. Just say.
[ Omi won't tease him so much- because he's also hungry for more. Gojou did a great job of making him needy. He pushes in, slowly at first, checking that it's fine. ]
Good...?
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How can I be good when it's not all in?
[ Sometimes you just have to do it yourself. Gojou presses his hips down onto Omi, taking all of him down to the base. A content hum sounds from his throat as the sensation shoots up his back. Still, he's not satisfied. Slowly, he moves his hips, greedily riding him. ]
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What happened to letting me take the lead?
[Not that he really seems to mind, taking another kiss. Biting gently at Gojou's lower lip to let him in.]
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Returning with little pecks, he slows down the roll of his hips until they completely stop. A hand grabs onto Omi's shoulder, nails biting into his shirt while the other sneaks under. He savors the sensation and bites back, soothing them with licks, before rewarding Omi with an open-mouthed kiss. He tries to hold his tongue hostage, sucking on it while his hand maps his torso in search for something to play with.
You know what? His shirt is annoying. Gojou decides to just help him out of it. ]
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As it stands though, he'll wait until Gojou stops moving his hips, whining just a little as the friction slows. In the mean time, happily kissing back, biting and licking. The only thing that gets Omi to pull away is his hands tugging at his shirt.
Off it goes, tossed aside to be picked up later.
Now his nails are pressing into Gojou's shoulder and hip as he starts taking the pace. Slow but deep thrusts. He said he wanted to walk later. Omi will be careful not to go completely wild.]
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[ The short moan is huskier than usual. It feels different when it's someone else doing it. He can't predict what Omi will do next, so every movement comes to him as a small surprise. Now his nails can sink directly into Omi's shoulder as his back arches. Free fingers run through his own hair, slicking it back so he can better see his partner. This has been pretty sweet and nice, actually. ]
You're being so gentle with me.
[ His laugh is breathless and dripping with yearning as he helps Omi along, meeting him halfway with the rise and fall of his hips. ]
It's okay to go a little faster and harder. [ To provoke him, he pinches Omi's nipple, going so far as to tugging it a bit. ] I'm not that delicate.
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Maybe I wanted a change of pace?
[They're both well built, and he's certain he's not delicate. He could go quicker, he could increase the pace. Not yet. He leaves little scratches as his fingers trail down Gojou's skin. Just enough to go red, not enough to bleed.
Gojou's eyes are really something. With his hair slicked back like that, it's so easy to drink him in. Especially at this pace.] You really are handsome.
[The hand on Gojou's hip wraps around him and starts stroking him in time to their thrusts.]
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It didn't seem like that earlier. [ The ends of his lips curl more as he leans forward to peer into his eyes. Compliments are nice. ] And thanks. You're a looker yourself.
[ Gojou rewards and punishes him again by tweaking his nipple, rolling it between his fingers. Licking his lips, he tightens around Omi every time he decides to tug it. The sensations have to coax something out of Omi, right? Maybe a louder moan, or a break in his resolve. A complacent look glosses his features; he's having a lot of fun! Until his cock is given attention on top of his hole.
His lips quiver as his muscles tense up—keep it together. He finds it difficult to keep moving his hips now. ]
That's cheating.
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[The pulls do draw out a louder moan, but it doesn't mean he speeds up. Their pace is still steady as he continues rocking his hips and moving his hand.
Omi said he was going to give him a good time, and he meant it.
He huffs out a soft laugh, pressing their lips together for just a moment, fleeting. He has more he wants to say. Still perfectly in kiss range, if Gojou decides he wants to retaliate.]
I didn't know you had rules for this.
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Maybe unfair is a better word for it.
[ Ah, perfectly in kiss range is good. Gojou dives in for another kiss, forcing Omi's mouth open so he can bite on his tongue. It doesn't last too long. He breaks it off so he can line Omi's neck with teeth, nibbling before biting there, too. Marks form as he sucks the spot, making sure it blossoms a bright color while he continues to rub his nipple.
He has to do something while he's being tortured? ]
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Omi kisses back for the moment that he's allowed to, before Gojou moves lower.
It's... Nice being marked up like this. Something a little gentler than what he's gotten used to here. The bites and the touch all have him moaning. ]
And this isn't?
[ His pace starts getting more erratic, and faster the closer the comes to release. Though he does his best to keep it even, it's a losing battle. ]
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You're... Right. [ Licking his lips, he sucks on the patch of skin right below Omi's ear, then whispers: ] We should stop torturing each other.
[ He doesn't say it, but he means he doesn't care about what he said earlier about needing to be able to walk. All he wants is sweet release and it clouds his judgment. It's evident with how he responds to each buck of Omi's hips, desperately pressing himself down onto him. ]
I don't mind trying different positions, either.
[ hello you guys are still in the rec room ]
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Oh, he does want to go faster and completely ignore what Gojou asked for earlier. He wants to go fast enough that Gojou won't be able to walk for a day- but he still has some vague sense of restraint. Even as he quickens his pace, he's still not going hard enough for that.
Instead, his grip on Gojou's cock gets firmer, pace increasing, trying to push him over the edge first. ]
Ah... Please. [Yes, absolutely. He would love to do this with Gojou again some time soon.] Your room or mine?
[Hard to answer when Omi's immediately kissing him again, biting harder on his lip, pushing for more.]
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At points, he almost loses himself in the haze of pleasure. With every thrust and stroke, his mind flashes white for a millisecond before he's back... Back to seeing Omi under him, feeling beads of sweat run along their bodies, and swinging into that peak again. Breaking the kiss, he sucks in a sharp breath, but is still left in haggard breaths.
He leans forward, almost balling up, but bites right below Omi's adam's apple and leaves a mark there, too. ]
Let's go to yours for a quick second round.
[ Because he doesn't know how they're going to do that when they're tangled up like this right now. He also doesn't want to go anywhere until he climaxes. His tongue runs up before he takes Omi's lips again into a kiss, arms now wrapped around his neck. He's close to his limit now. ]
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It's nice though, losing himself in the pleasure of it, not constantly chasing after attention. Knowing Gojou's attention is on him alone, at least for the moment. He can be content with that, there's satisfaction in it.
Being bitten like this draws out a low moan. He's very clearly into it, and is clearly encouraging more of that, thank you.]
'Course.
[He's absolutely not going to say no to anything right now. Not when he's chasing after his climax, and Gojou's. He feels himself getting closer with every quickened thrust- until he just can't help himself and he ends up coming first.]
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He gasps as he comes, staining Omi's hand and his stomach. In slow motions, he runs himself along his length a couple of times to savor the afterglow. ]
Whoops. Sorry for the mess.
[ Ushering a big exhale, he licks his teeth with a satisfied smile, then laughs. Yeah, he's going to laugh at coming on Omi. ]
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He lets out a huff of a laugh. ]
You don't sound that sorry.
[ Not that Omi really minds it either. He tugs him down for a quick kiss. ]
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You're right. I think you look pretty good like this.
[ Pfft. There must be a tissue box nearby—fortunately, there are napkins since people like to snack here. He tosses one onto Omi's stomach as he pulls his pants back on. Sure, he's somewhat shameless, but he doesn't want to go walking around half-naked. ]
Still up for round two in your room?
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[ He winks.
And then cleans himself off before pulling his clothes back on. He's shameless, but he likes these clothes enough to want to keep them. ]
Sure am.
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[ Hmmm. Gojou thinks on that a bit... They do have those low quality cameras on these weird phones, but he supposes they can still serve a purpose. ]
Then lead the way, good sir! We wouldn't want the mood to spoil, right?
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'Course not.
[He'll start heading towards his room.]
You leading this time?
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Do you want me to?
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