[ He properly works on Omi again, then pulls back the waistband of his boxers to free him. Calloused, rough fingers wrap around as he presses his thumb against the tip. ]
[His hands slip under the back of Gojou's shirt, they aren't nearly as rough as Gojou's, but they've definitely seen a lot of work in their lives. Just let him touch.
Slowly he starts pushing up the shirt.
Somehow, very affectionately, he whispers,] Gonna make me scream?
[ Ghh. He laughs because what are you saying!! He leans into that whisper to steal himself a peck. His hand doesn't stop stroking him, careful with some force. ]
Smooth as ever.
[ Gives him a tight squeeze. Go ahead and make loud noises, I guess. ]
It almost sounded like you're beginning me is all which is kind of nice.
[ A nice moan is good enough and he seeks it. Brushing his lips against Omi's, he takes a full kiss now as he continues to pump him. When it stops, it's because he's joining in. He wraps his hand around both of them, hot and sticky. For now, he merely maps them out. ]
[He shifts them a little closer together, and leans into the kiss. Whatever moans he is making, are muffled by their mouths. He does seem to be getting louder.
His nails lightly rake against Gojou's back, an instinct to mark him up.]
[ Gojou has always liked the sound of Omi's voice. It's soothing, comforting, and especially nice when it echoes into his mouth. He returns it with his own moans, finding pleasure in how those nails claw his skin... The heat between them, and the slow strokes he tortures them through.
He licks Omi's mouth open more and seeks his tongue, tangling it with his own before biting it a bit. Anyone can walk in on them right now, but the thought is in the back of his mind. ]
[They are out in the open. He is not at all bothered by it now. It's fine, isn't it? He likes Gojou. it's a sin fueled spiral of envy and pride, if they find out now or later, he won't be bothered either way.
Omi's pliant for him, opening his mouth at the encouragement and biting lightly back. A low, but loud moan escapes him. Their pace is so slow, but sometimes it's nice to revel in the moment. A shift of his hips so Gojou can grasp them both easier, and his nails scratch a little more deeply.]
[ His free hand tugs Omi's hair to break off the kiss, freeing Gojou to print his teeth into his neck. His tongue runs along his Adam's apple before he makes his way to the side, nibbling before he bites.
The strokes come faster, tighter, in response to the nails that clip into his back. ]
[The tug elicits a louder moan. His mouth on his neck has him even louder. He's really pressing all his buttons and Omi's enjoying every second of it.] Satoru-
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I have some lube with me. I know I enjoy it with you.
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[ He doesn't get off Omi's lap yet, but he does note how Omi would like it. For now, he unzips Omi's pants. ]
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I hope you like me for more than my words, Satoru.
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[ Pokes his nose. ]
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It's been a few weeks, now. I'm honored you remember me.
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Grabs Omi's nose! ]
You did make me food.
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Is that what it takes?
[Still playful.]
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A little more than that, but it did help stick your name to your face in my mind?
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I'm glad it helped.
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Oh, right. I'm supposed to strip you.
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[ He fiddles with the waistband of Omi's boxers. ]
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[Which he doesn't actually mind that much.]
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[ He properly works on Omi again, then pulls back the waistband of his boxers to free him. Calloused, rough fingers wrap around as he presses his thumb against the tip. ]
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[His hands slip under the back of Gojou's shirt, they aren't nearly as rough as Gojou's, but they've definitely seen a lot of work in their lives. Just let him touch.
Slowly he starts pushing up the shirt.
Somehow, very affectionately, he whispers,] Gonna make me scream?
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Smooth as ever.
[ Gives him a tight squeeze. Go ahead and make loud noises, I guess. ]
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Don't know what you're talking about.
[With a smile that says he definitely does.]
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[ A nice moan is good enough and he seeks it. Brushing his lips against Omi's, he takes a full kiss now as he continues to pump him. When it stops, it's because he's joining in. He wraps his hand around both of them, hot and sticky. For now, he merely maps them out. ]
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His nails lightly rake against Gojou's back, an instinct to mark him up.]
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He licks Omi's mouth open more and seeks his tongue, tangling it with his own before biting it a bit. Anyone can walk in on them right now, but the thought is in the back of his mind. ]
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Omi's pliant for him, opening his mouth at the encouragement and biting lightly back. A low, but loud moan escapes him. Their pace is so slow, but sometimes it's nice to revel in the moment. A shift of his hips so Gojou can grasp them both easier, and his nails scratch a little more deeply.]
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The strokes come faster, tighter, in response to the nails that clip into his back. ]
Getting impatient?
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[Pride says-]
Who said anything about impatient?
[As he scratches him up.]
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Then why are you clawing me?
[ Is his back Omi's scratching post? ]
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[It sounds more like a whine than he wants it to.
He's using it as a scratching post, let him get his marking indulgence in.]