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[ Jyuto feels Kogami’s walls quivering around his fingers as he swivels the hard little bulb, their usual, verbal back and forth upheaved by what Jyuto can feel is Kogami’s first impending orgasm. Jyuto can’t help but grin against the man’s ass when he hears him on the brink of it, broken in by pleasure and unable so much as to complete a sentence. It’s so very different than how Kogami usually is in the bedroom, a man so certain of where he wants things to go, so in control of setting the pace. ]

I know… [ His voice is like silk, soothing Kogami through his first climax as it approaches. ] Just let it happen, show me your face and let me hear your voice. [ He encourages Kogami to release, to turn his head back and look at him. When he feels Kogami’s load finally splatter in his hand, Jyuto lets out a horny hum in answer, nuzzling the crevice of his ass again with another soft kiss against his taint. He’s careful about catching the mess in his palm so that it doesn’t disturb the food on the stove, clumps of semen dripping from the side of his hand and back down onto Kogami’s fat barrel. As Kogami’s sphincters tremble and twitch around his fingers, and Jyuto can sense the little gland he’s been rubbing throbbing and contracting, a simultaneous climax that’s likely the reason for Kogami’s melting legs that seem almost unable to keep him standing. ]

More. [ Jyuto murmurs vaguely, fingers sliding out of the relaxed hole he’d been fucking with them. He rises from his dining chair. The plump, swollen head of his cock presses against Kogami’s rim, hot and too ready to feel it take his girth. Jyuto helps support Kogami by hoisting him up higher and then gripping his hips, thumbs digging into his lower back despite knowing that he’s likely hardly recovered from his release, probably the reason that he’s a little slumped over the surface of the counter. ]

Give me all of you, Kogami.

[ something fundamental is shifting between them, wordless but no less potent for it. kogami sees stars when he comes, knees buckling only to be supported by jyuto, who keeps such a firm hold on him that it's hard to breathe.

he's slumped over, struggling to come back to himself after that blinding orgasm, how he had practically pumped pulse after pulse of sticky hot cum onto jyuto's waiting hand. he takes a deep breath, lost in the silk of jyuto's voice.

for the first time in his life, he's caught off guard and vulnerable in a thousand little ways, spent and riding that overwhelming little high. he feels the other man behind him, lithe and strong and entirely in control, and he feels... pliant enough to give over his trust as he reaches back, his hand having smeared with a dollop of coconut oil as he slicks him up, feeling the fat, round head of his dick against his hole.

this seems like the most natural progression of things, right? jyuto's desire is sharp like a knife, potent and yet waiting for him, and he finds that he wants to feel it, he wants to feel himself grip that ridged, long cock instead of his fingers.

his heart pounding, he guides his cock into him, forcing himself to relax when he can feel his hole stretch to accommodate, unused to his girth, unused to being penetrated. ]

Nnngh -- [ his voice is rough, uneven, but thick with unsuppressed, matching need.

he can take it. he will. ] then get inside me.

[ Chair legs grunt across the floor when the back of Jyuto’s knees brush against the seat. The warmth of Kogami’s oily hand enveloping his cock is both permission and invitation, and so he presses himself against the expanse of the other man’s muscular back, arms wrapping around his stomach and pulling him as close as he can. He feels Kogami’s body heat through the fabric of his top, and though one of his hands is still sticky with Kogami’s cum, he slides both of them beneath Kogami’s shirt so that he can feel his scorched skin. He feels him still trying to recover, the way his heartbeat has become violent and fast. Jyuto noses the top of his spine.

Kogami doesn’t have to say it again. Conscious of where Kogami has led him, Jyuto follows through with a slow but meaningful push of his hips, the opening swallowing him by the inch. He knows that it’s going to feel like a lot, at first. When he’s completely taken and he feels Kogami’s ass against the tops of his thighs, Jyuto breathes out with a shudder. As eager as he is, he won’t move, he’ll allow Kogami to get accustomed to the sensation, to write it into his soul.

Fleshy walls enclose all around him and Jyuto drowns, moaning Kogami’s name. His hands trace higher to tease and twist the other man’s nipples, Jyuto’s weight growing heavier and heavier on him while he revels in how complete they’ve become by doing this. Even now he can feel the undulations of Kogami’s prior orgasm still rolling his shaft by, fulfilling him with nothing but the desire to keep driving him into one after another.

Enough time has passed. Though Kogami’s asshole is still faintly quivering, Jyuto pulls his cock back and then slides it back in hard and fast and deep. Kogami’s ass cheeks meet his bared skin with a smack. It takes almost everything in him not to absolutely wreck the tight little hole that’s been entrusted to him, the sight of Kogami’s frame swaying and owned beneath him more than he could ever ask for. He huffs, collecting himself. He knows Kogami can handle this, but even so, he’ll start out slow to build his comfort with it. The second, third and forth thrusts aren’t as aggressive— they’re slow and buttery, but still grinding into that tender p-spot that Jyuto’s starting to form an addiction to. ]

[ kogami feels him before he hears him -- the heat of jyuto's barely restrained want searing through his clothes, which are so obscenely in the way it should be laughable. but he's not laughing; he's fixated on just how jyuto feels inside him when he slides in, how overwhelmed he is.

there's nothing like it, being penetrated so smoothly and so wholly that he forgets to breathe, and all he can do is fight not to tense up, to force himself to relax as the discomfort threatens to edge out the pleasure.

but it doesn't -- it stays right there on that knife edge, buffeted by jyuto's wordless care, the way he fucks him like he's the only one that matters, when he pleasures him instead of using him, and kogami is oversensitive, the ends of every raw nerve sparking as he takes a deep shuddering breath, moving to lean back towards him and meet him halfway.

he loves it, he realises -- he thrives on just how jyuto feels moving in and out of him so slowly that his toes curl with delight, feeling himself marked by that sticky hand. his own jizz on jyuto's fingers, tweaking his nipples, marking kogami as his.

before long, however, kogami is slowly but surely taking to milking him, soft walls tightening, pulsing in continued invitation and teasing, urging him on. ]

Mnnn -- haah -- faster.

[ Jyuto’s tongue runs up the nape of Kogami’s neck where sweat is beginning to collect. His teeth sink in with a little bite as Kogami moans at him to pick up the pace, and smooching the surface, he rears his hips back and then swings them into Kogami’s ass both quick and with enough momentum to jostle him over the counter. He’s adapted quickly, hasn’t he? Jyuto licks his teeth, breath held before he starts fucking him with more force, Kogami’s hole wringing him out with matched desperation. ]

Tell me how much you like me inside of you, Kogami— [ Jyuto ushers him, pulling on his erect nipples and driving into where’s he’s most sensitive with now the weight of his entire frame. He likes seeing Kogami rocking and whining while he’s mounted, impatient and willing. It’s more than satisfying for Jyuto to finally see him fall apart the way he does when their roles are reversed; because he knows how good it feels, and wants to keep making Kogami feel this way. Not only today, but from this point forward. ]

…haa… this ass. [ It’s finally his. God, how he’s wanted it. Jyuto has to speak between his panting. ] I could fuck it all day. [ A spank on the side leaves a red imprint. After it’s been inflicted, the same hand grips the bottom of Kogami’s shirt and yanks it up to display Kogami’s naked back, muscles rippling and absorbing the shock of Jyuto’s heavy thrusts. He peels the shirt so high up that it collects beneath Kogami’s armpits, and wanting nothing more than to keep having him ride his dick and to taste Kogami’s body in his mouth, Jyuto leaves open-mouthed kisses between two broad shoulder blades. He afterward sucks on his skin hard enough to leave a bruise.

A perverted hand moves forward to rub a palm along the tip of Kogami’s lolling cock. ]

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[ it's delicious, the way jyuto so sensuously sets every nerve ending alight, how attuned kogami is to him as he presses back willingly, taking him in, again, again and again. he huffs a breathless chuckle when he hears jyuto asking for it, admiring his ass -- oh, he never actually knew jyuto liked such a thing, and the tugging on his nipples sends him trembling anew.

he's still soft from the orgasm earlier, but jyuto's hand on it sends another spike of pleasure and discomfort -- oversensitive and delightful, and kogami, ever a glutton for punishment, leans into it with a shuddering sigh of his name. jyuto knows, he realises, just what feels good, and the man clearly has no issues giving it to him.

he yelps at the smack, and oh, he's getting hard, too, even as he impatiently sheds his clothes and leans back against him, getting used to being fucked and filled like this as he milks his cock for all it's worth.

he rides him hard, reveling in how good his cock feels inside him, and he turns just a little so that he can claim his mouth in a breathless, fierce kiss. ]

Very much. [ he hisses heatedly against his lips, scorching and demanding. ] Love the way you fill me up -- haaah -- that dick -- of yours... come inside me.

[ Kogami’s certainly acclimated. Jyuto can see how much he likes having his asshole wrapped around his cock, and so he pounds into him with his hips slotted up against him, shallow thrusts and then deeper ones that are ground far into his core, a desire to keep him ridden with ecstasy. It’s because it’s Kogami he’s having sex with.

Kogami firms up in his hand when he’s spanked and Jyuto smirks when he observes it, rubbing the red hand print he’s left on him so that it tingles, then giving it another slap. His mouth pops off of Kogami’s back with the sound of his suction only to be met by another kiss when he lifts his head. Kogami breathes out what he wants against Jyuto’s lips, through his panting and his desperation to be full of him. Jyuto purrs into him in answer, pleased by the greedy cock that stands aroused and erect in his hand once more. ]

Good boy. [ Jyuto murmurs on Kogami’s mouth. He rewards Kogami’s dirtiness with more vigorous attention to his front, closing his fist around the shaft tightly and stroking it down to the hilt with heavy-handed but slippery turns of his wrist, coconut oil gleaming beneath each pump. Jyuto likes making Kogami come, he can’t get enough it. ] You want me to make it all mine, mm—? Is that what you’re asking of me, Kogami?

[ He wants to take his seed. Thinking about Kogami willingly helpless to his newfound love of a dicking, the prospect of him potentially unable to keep himself from ejaculating twice before Jyuto has even blown his first load in him is turning Jyuto on so greatly that he hardly sees anymore. It’s just motion— dark sweaty hair, a lot of skin, when Jyuto starts to jackhammer into him, every intent to bring him to another climax. Only after Jyuto gets what he wants will he allow himself to release and follow. He wants to feel those cute little contractions smother his cock again, wants to see Kogami melt and fall apart again on not just his fingers this time. ]

[ good boy, he purrs, and the praise goes right to his bones, seeps into his soul and the wildfire that's sparked by those simple words. it's deliciously easy to ride that high, to be buried in all the sensation that jyuto's drowning him in.

he feels every sinful thrust, wet and sticky -- he feels just how hard he still is even if he's mercilessly clamping down around him, desperately milking his cock and pulsing around his thick, hard shaft as he adjusts himself to the shape of him. he gasps, trembling in his hands as his cock leaks into those elegant fingers, his own coming to wrap around jyuto's hand around his dick as he moans his name again, unable to string words together.

no, he's too far gone for jyuto; the man has found an absolutely seamless way to reduce him to a mindless mess, all coherent, cognisant thought having vacated the building in favor of those dirty words and the way jyuto is hell-bent on making him come again.

and he does within the next few minutes, thrusting up into his slippery, coconut-slick hand with a loud, choked cry as he smothers his cock tight, tight, coming the second time around and just about falling apart all around him.

he comes again and again, the second time making him see stars behind his eyelids, his knees buckling just briefly as he stumbles against the counter, reduced to a complete mess just for jyuto and his attentions, his world narrowed to just the both of them. ]

I -- Jyuto...

[ Jyuto hears his name moaned again and again. Striking while the iron is hot, Jyuto pounds Kogami’s ass hard until Kogami loses himself again, proof of release spilling through Jyuto’s fingers, a sculpted body left to crumple and fold over the countertop. Jyuto keeps fucking him even though he’s came, cruel and ignoring his ejaculation. The involuntary tightening and release of Kogami’s sphincters is bringing Jyuto to his own limit.

When he knows he’s there, he grabs Kogami’s hipbones and hoists him in, asscheeks meeting his thighs with a damp clap without any space between. He holds him there to make a point, fingers sunk forcefully into skin and making sure there’s no way Kogami can pull away from him. The body before him is still quaking with orgasm. Jyuto wants to make sure he feels all of him— the arch of his length, the twitch of of its tip when his cock floods Kogami’s deepest pits with his hot cum. The sheer volume is impressive, and Jyuto tilts Kogami’s ass up at an angle so that none of the load leaks back out. While he’s still hard, he stirs against Kogami’s walls, the thick fluid collected in Kogami’s clutch sloshing around his shaft. ]

All for me. [ Jyuto murmurs, sweat dripping from his brow. ] Look at how worked up you got. [ He spanks Kogami’s ass again, but he’s gathering the pieces of himself again, enjoying the warmth that throbs against him while he’s slotted into him, still. ]

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[ kogami gets the point loud and clear, when jyuto's fingers sink into his hip and dig in -- when he pins his hips and he empties himself in him, a full, pulsing flare of hot, thick jizz filling his tight passage in ways that he never thought it would.

it's raw, sticky-hot as he empties himself inside him, and kogami feels deliciously, wonderfully used and thoroughly fucked, as if jyuto is carving a space inside of him and marking him as his. the pleasure of being cum into is unbearable in the wake of his second orgasm, and he realises dizzily that he loves this, pushed to the brink and beyond with a mixture of sweet cruelty and affection, curling deep in his chest and echoing jyuto's passion.

he's pressing back against him with a longing shudder, grabbing a hold of jyuto's hand to peel it off his hip, bringing it to his lips to press soft kisses to his knuckles.

he feels uncomfortably, pleasantly full, like he's filled to the brim with him and plugged up where he can't leak, and he laughs softly at the spank before pushing back against him, humming against where their hands are now joined, his lips hot against his knuckles. ]

I liked it. Look how worked up you got.

[ He still feels airy from having come, and his grip on Kogami’s hips ease when one of them is lifted and pulled away. The ass Jyuto’s still pressed into is pushing back on him to keep himself clogged and full of him. The hand Kogami takes is the cleaner of the two, sweaty-palmed and with fingers that finally manage to relax when their knuckles are kissed. He eases his weight into the body in front of him, no longer wanting support himself. The plane of Kogami’s strong back is comforting against his own skin. He doesn’t answer him at first, he only catches his breath and himself, keeping his cheek on Kogami’s shoulder, enjoying the faint pulsations that surround his unwinding arousal. He shifts. Jyuto's unkissed, dirty hand balls into a fist, and hooks across Kogami’s stomach in an embrace with his forearm. His lips plant affection on the nearest shoulder bone. ]

I couldn’t help it. I wanted this part of you for myself.

[ this is new. jyuto's never quite expressed this sort of possessiveness before, and as he comes down, panting from the incredible orgasms he'd just had, more than happy to feel jyuto's weight on him, the way his forearm comes to wrap around his stomach and keep him close, he can't help the way his heart skips.

this is incredible. he shifts to kiss along his jaw lightly, lazy and pleased, and he takes a moment to answer. ]

Then it's yours.

[ he says quietly, nosing along his cheek. ] Just yours.

[ does jyuto know what that means? kogami is offering something rare, something he doesn't give just to anyone. will he realise the weight of it? ]

[ It makes his heart thrum a little louder. Heavy, hard to ignore. Jyuto swallows the breath he'd been catching, eyes opening and passing a steady look to Kogami, uncertain if he means what he says. He's stunned. He considers asking Kogami if he's sure, but he doesn't. He doesn't want to say anything that might make Kogami retract his offer. He wants to take him up on it, selfish as he is. Jyuto pulls out of Kogami's clutch without a word, white bubbling out of the entrance and clinging to him stringily as if wanting him to stay. He carefully turns Kogami's frame around by the shoulder to kiss him on the mouth again. ]

I'll take good care of you. [ Jyuto says when he draws away. ]

[ ah, he really does want jyuto to stay inside him. when he pulls away, the emptiness makes him sigh, just a little, the wet, sticky globules of cum oozing down his thighs, clinging to the head of jyuto's cock.

but he's paying careful attention to that kiss, turning as bid before he reaches out to cup the back of his neck with a slow smile. he's not sure if he'd jumped the gun on that one, if it scared jyuto away -- but the other man doesn't seem to be running away or making excuses. so... maybe?

he's searching his eyes as he looks back at him, straightening himself out before his gaze falls to jyuto's nipples. is it him, or are his nipples just slightly fuller, those pectorals a tiny bit bigger?

but anyway, kogami wants to see where this leads -- they've stepped into uncharted terrain between the both of them, but there's all day to try to figure some of it out. ]

Then let's go to bed. The food can wait.

[ Jyuto’s eyebrows knit with tired amusement. ]
Yes, I need you to take responsibility for what you had that octopus do to me earlier. [ Jyuto agrees, gaze following Kogami’s down to his own nipples. He’d been looking back at Kogami's face with certain seriousness before, the opposite of afraid. His heart feels full tonight. The romantic connotation behind what Kogami’s offered him is impossible to overlook, though Jyuto isn’t going to address it directly now. He thumbs the sides of Kogami’s face, adoring him at peace.

But oh right, that happening with the octopus. He can feel Kogami still eyeing his chest and he feels a blanket of self-consciousness fall over him. In its current state, his chest has definitely swollen and become more full. His nipples are tight-skinned and perky— achey, like they want to be touched. Jyuto wants Kogami’s hands on him.

His rabbit ears deflate a little, almost like he’s sad, ]
This ink and Iris combo is really cruel. [ Jyuto thought he’d sated his own lust, but it’s starting to stir beneath the surface just from Kogami looking. ]

[ jyuto is definitely not sad, don't give him that. but kogami finds the rabbit ears sort of cute, and really fitting for jyuto, especially in his moment of mischief, and as he takes his hand, slotting his fingers with his and leading him to the bed, giving him a lascivious once over or two, he gives him a crooked smile. ]

Cruel? I think you're enjoying it.

[ so let him take the responsibility, darling. let him pay for all of those naughty moments. he's pushing him down onto the bed and slowly climbing on him, urging jyuto back against the mattress as his hand comes to lightly palm over a swollen nipple. ]

Ah, look at this. They look a little more like breasts now.

[ he murmurs. nipple pinch? yes, just a light one. ]

[ Jyuto’s back meets the mattress with a light thump, the comforter caving beneath it and fluffing up along the outline of his frame. He lets out a soft laugh upon Kogami calling him out, welcoming him with his eyes when he moves over him to keep him caged down against the bed. Jyuto’s confidence flickers when Kogami’s hand brushes over his nipple though, a wash of self-consciousness falling over him.

Used to Lunatia as he’s become, there are still elements of this world that are too weird for even him to really understand. He’d seen it happen to others before, but for him to be the one in these circumstances is foreign and embarrassing. He’s just glad it’s Kogami who’s witnessing.

Upon applied pressure, a lone, pearl-colored bead of milk sits on the bud of his nipple. Jyuto turns his head to the side, not at all looking at it like Kogami wants him to. Admittedly it feels good, so he releases a held breath and closes his eyes, the voice that stirs in his throat similar to that of the moan of someone who doesn’t want to wake up to something yet. His nipples are overwhelmingly sensitive and despite his behavioral “modesty”, he lifts his chest further into Kogami’s hand, twisting his torso and hoping Kogami will put his mouth on his tits. ]

Why do you have to put it that way… [ He’s not a woman, and it’s odd to think of himself with breasts. Does Kogami prefer women? The thought crosses him, fleeting, and he only passes Kogami a look to see if he can get a read on his reaction. ]

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Maybe I'm feeling incredibly dirty.

[ kogami murmurs, his gaze lingering on that bead of milk. it's really strange, this whole thing with the city and its myriad ways of messing them up, but somehow with jyuto, it feels better than it ought.

here he is, lying under him, gorgeous and playful -- his ass still aches in all the good places where jyuto had fucked earlier, and he's pretty sure he can still feel cum dribbling onto his thighs, but he doesn't care. the night is theirs, and kogami lowers his head to wrap his lips worshipfully around that nipple, sucking up that little pearl and urging a little more out.

kogami doesn't think of jyuto as a woman, no -- the man occupies a unique space that transcends gender, and to prove it, his hand comes to curl around jyuto's cock to stroke, nice and slow. his eyes are fixed on him, steady and unwavering, holding a world of promise for the hours that lie ahead of them. ]

[ The hand still laced together with Kogami’s from when he’d led him over to the bed curls in his hold, Jyuto shifting beneath Kogami’s weight and resting his cheek against his own shoulder. He’s similarly achey from fucking Kogami earlier in the kitchen, and his cock is still sensitive and raw from how rough he’d let him have it. As Kogami starts to follow his length in his hand in slow but firm strokes, Jyuto smiles tiredly down at him and slides his leg up so that his thigh presses between Kogami’s sticky inner thighs. It’s a gentle touch, a soft pressure. It’s only because Jyuto doesn’t want to Kogami to think he’s ever not thinking about Kogami’s end of things, even when he’s being spoiled like this. Ah, that mouth feels so good. Those unwavering blue eyes, steely and fixed on a target. Jyuto loves having them all to himself. ]

I like when you’re dirty. [ He admits more honestly, because their eyes met. Having his nipples be the center of Kogami’s focus reminds him of the first time they did things together in that villa on Christmas Eve. Jyuto remembers what it felt like to have Kogami’s warm hands peeling up his turtleneck sweater, teasing them just beneath the hem. ] They feel good when you suck on them like that… mn,…

[ Milk is easy to pull out with even the slightest suction of Kogami’s lips; his tits want and need to be sucked. Jyuto doesn’t know what he tastes like on Kogami’s tongue, and hearing the slight squeak of skin and air when Kogami angles his head too much to one side make his ears fill flushed with blood. He doesn’t look away, though. ]

[ the milk tastes like... well, it's not like anything he's ever tasted before. it's thin, but the flavor to it is unmistakably milky, and kogami shifts to suckle on him harder, pinching the other one and letting droplets of milk drip, just a little before his mouth goes to the other nipple, paying equal attention to its twin.

it's sensuously filthy and wonderful, being able to do this with jyuto, and as he licks his lips he moves up to kiss him after, letting him taste it on his tongue.

he can feel it, too, jyuto's thigh between both of his -- and while kogami isn't in too much of a hurry to get him hard again, knowing that the younger man needs some time to recover, he licks into his mouth, smiling at that observation. ]

I'll make you feel even better, Jyuto.

[ he murmurs in between kisses. how far they have come since christmas eve; how kogami has come to look forward to seeing him, to be together with him like this, to thrive on seeing the look on his face when he pleasures him. and this, the most recent development, letting jyuto fuck him so thoroughly his toes still curl at the recollection of it. ] Can you taste yourself? I might get addicted.

I don’t know how that’s possible. [ Jyuto says, catching each kiss laid upon parted lips. Sighing contentedly through his nostrils, the tongue that dips into his mouth is readily accepted, Jyuto’s eyes closing and swirling his own lazy around it to pick up the flavor of his own milk. It’s faint, sweet. Jyuto’s brows furrow while he keeps letting Kogami kiss him, trying to distinguish any other milk to compare it to— he’s drawing a blank. His lips pull away with a smooch when Kogami breaks their contact, and Jyuto runs his tongue against his top lip, wondering how to describe the taste. He doesn’t think it’s bad. ]

You don’t give me much choice but to try, Kogami. [ To do so. He’s teasing him, and his eyebrows quirk playfully. One free hand traces the side of Kogami’s face, the other still laced together against the pillow. ]

I don’t know if I’ll be making any more of it beyond tonight, so you best have your fix of it now. [ A chuckle falls out of him. He lays his head back with a lazy flop, and green eyes flicker down to look between Kogami’s legs. Mischievously, he shifts his thigh between them, gently rubbing it along the bottom of Kogami’s scrotum. ] When you say you're going to make me feel even better, do you mean with this thing down here? Isn't it tired from me making it cum so much already?

[ there definitely isn't any kind of milk to compare it to, baby. it just is what it is. he licks his own lips as they part wetly, kogami's gaze following his hungrily. he's tempted to kiss him again, the thought of jyuto tasting his own milk sending a jolt of arousal to his softened dick.

god, this is so weird but so sexy at the same time, kogami is just going to lean into it all the way. he shakes his head and chuckles, warmly entertained as he feels himself shiver at his touch. god, his dick is so sensitive that it aches and pleases him at the same time. ]

I don't know. Why don't you kiss it and find out?

[ it's a rhetorical question, because he's squeezing jyuto's nipple now and licking the drops off, wetly suckling on it now while he squeezes his hand with another. their hands are still twined together, and he loves the easy intimacy they share together. he rolls his hips playfully, grinding on his thigh. ]

I might have some milk of my own for you.

Might? [ Jyuto echoes. His nipples get erect when Kogami plays with them, and he carefully runs his thigh along the other man’s slow grind, feeling the heavy weight of Kogami’s dick rubbing on his skin. It’s strangely satisfying, in its simplicity. There’s something so charming about Kogami humping his leg like this, like an animal that can’t keep itself from sex. He wants another go? Of course he does.

Jyuto considers the state of his own ass, having gotten wet from the attention on his tits. He’s appalled that he can still want it from behind, too— want Kogami to fill him up and give him a turn to cum from his ass. It’s difficult to pretend he isn’t at all interested in Kogami’s dick smearing against his thigh, hard or not. Jyuto’s so familiar with it by this point that it’s become like a favorite toy or comfort blanket. ]

That’s no good. I like cocks that have milk in them still, not the ones that don’t have anything left for me.
[ His fingers flex and curl against Kogami's hand, Jyuto’s eyes twinkling with cheeky mischief. ]

Too bad, isn’t it?

[ kogami chuckles softly at those cheeky words, endeared by just how wicked jyuto is being -- especially when he feels his thigh rub up so nicely against him. he can feel it, the rub of his skin against his balls and his shaft, arousal tingling in his balls.

he takes a shuddering breath, because of course he's an animal that can't keep itself from sex when it comes to jyuto. he's addicted to him, hooked to his taste, his cries, and even when it's jyuto's sticky cum oozing from his ass, kogami aches to give him a good, proper fucking.

especially when it's the iris moon. his thumb rubs against the back of his hand, and as he laps at the other nipple playfully, teasing out pearls of milk, he catches it between his teeth and pulls. he releases it when it's nice and puffy, grinning wolfishly. ]

You think there's none left? Then you mustn't have been watching how it's filling out for you.

[ A little red stain floods the skin around the nipple, where Kogami's teeth scrape. Milk gushes in the other man's mouth when he pulls on the bud. Jyuto makes a velvety noise, undecided on whether or not he wants to continue pretending to be coquettish about what Kogami's offering. His ears bow forward, and he looks down, to the cock that's firming up against his bare skin. Didn't take long at all, did it? It's impressive.

Jyuto shifts his gaze back up to Kogami while smirking, ]
There better be some left. [ Because he wants it. His leg drops so that Kogami can't grind on it anymore. ]
And how do you want your valentine tonight?

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