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[ 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. ]

Edited 2020-03-28 05:35 (UTC)

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?

[ oh, look at that, it's beautiful. kogami soothes the reddened area, swallowing the little gush of milk and sating himself on him as he smiles, moving their joined hands down to his dick as he urges him to touch.

moving up to kiss the curve of that naughty smirk, both hands come to spread his legs so that he can press two fingers against his wet little hole, teasing at the pucker of his rim. ]

I want my valentine so plump and full of it that he can taste it in the back of his throat. Legs over my shoulders, Jyuto.

[ Jyuto’s hand isn’t hard to guide there. It ravels around Kogami’s dick compliantly, taking long, steady strokes from the base to the head, even when the other man’s hands move to part his thighs. Jyuto stays against the comforter, lain back like royalty to be worshipped.

He smirks when Kogami tells him what to do, obedient and long legs shifting around his frame to do as he says. Gracefully, each calf falls over shoulder. The heels of his feet press into Kogami’s shoulders, rubbing them with them before he lets them slide where they’re supposed to.

The hand not pumping Kogami’s cock traces over his own body, teasing his right nipple and squeezing a peaked bud between his ring and middle fingers, milk dribbling out and down the knuckles of his hand. Jyuto watches Kogami as he plays with his own chest, still pleasuring him as he does. ]

My turn now. [ Fuck him. ]

[ he is gorgeous, elegantly graceful even when he's spreading himself out for him, his cock lolling on his lower abdomen while he plays with his own nipples. kogami takes a moment to admire him, his prince, a king against the pillows. he leans down to lick the trickles of milk from his knuckles, taking one finger into his mouth briefly just to tease.

jyuto's still stroking him, and kogami's two fingers slide inside that wet little hole, feeling the slick heat of his passage close neatly around him. with a soft sigh as he rocks his hips into his hold, kogami crooks his own fingers inside him, stroking his inner walls. ]

You're so wet, Jyuto. [ he murmurs roughly, slowly fingerfucking him and keeping his eyes on his face, eager to see his reactions. ] I can't wait to see you cum from your cute little ass.

[ Jyuto’s length begins to rise and lift from his belly in Kogami stirring his fingers inside of him. With breath moist, he hums quietly in answer, rolling his hips down onto each joint with practiced ease. His clutch is a gooey Iris mess, juice threatening to wet the rabbit tail that’s grown just above it.

It’s a lewd sound, aroused fluid gushing out from each dip of Kogami’s hand, and Jyuto arches his back so that his ass comes up off the bed. His cock, half hard and smelling like its own cum from before, nears closer to Kogami’s chin in doing so. Jyuto bites his bottom lip, grinning back at Kogami and feeling naughty when he tells him what he wants.

He swivels his own finger against the pearly lining of Kogami’s incisors. ]

Is that all you ever think about? [ Sadistic flare. He’s greedy and he wants Kogami to stay beneath his spell forever. He angles his chin upward, haughtily. ] I feel best when you fill me up with your own, so if I really wrung you dry earlier, I’m going to keep making you fuck me until it comes out properly.

[ His arm is tucked beneath himself to keep jerking Kogami off. Making a point, he strokes with more pressure and then toys with it, wobbling its fat barrel side to side with his fingers holding tight at the base. ]

It's all I'm thinking about right now.

[ there are no words to describe how much kogami loves jyuto's sadistic flare. it's delightful, and he's chuckling softly, breathlessly as he watches him play with his cock like it's his favorite toy. it is, isn't it? to see jyuto so unraveled and uninhibited is a gift -- to think that the man had been so formal and polite with him in the beginning. kogami grins and gives jyuto's bobbing cock a playful little lick, together with nipping at his finger just to tease.

he's practically stirring up the irisy gooey mess inside him, and as he pulls out his fingers, he's licking it up -- it tastes cummy, and kogami practically folds him in half as he leans over to kiss him, determined to let him taste himself on his tongue. ]

Mmm. Then keep making me fuck you. [ his haughty, beautiful prince of really filthy sex. ] It's my turn to tire you out, isn't it?

[ Jyuto’s hamstrings stretch when Kogami pushes him to jackknife in on himself. Long-limbed and flexible, there’s only a little strain on his thighs with his kneecaps this far forward, practically up beside his own head. His calves press into Kogami’s back and he sucks air in through his mouth upon Kogami’s finger tips running along his walls. Teased and provoked, the sphincters squeeze and flex involuntarily when Kogami stirs him up, the wet sound pouching and releasing when he withdraws his hand. Jyuto only thinks he misses it, in that moment.

He’s already opening his mouth and closing his eyes by the time Kogami moves into kiss him, inviting and a little humbled by having his innermost depths teased. His cock, now upright and greedy for more stimulation, thrums hotly. The streak of saliva Kogami left behind along the shaft leaves a noticeable contrast. Jyuto shudders. Slow and sloppy, his tongue swirls around Kogami’s and collects his own juice in his mouth. Slimy, thick. He doesn’t know if it’ll go down if he tries to swallow, and it coats his tongue in a clear, slippery mess.

Jyuto’s thumb digs into the head of Kogami’s cock, smearing the warm glans right on its slit in fast, tight circles. Breathlessly he pleads against Kogami’s mouth, the pitch lilting, ]

Yes, I want it so bad.  [ He bites Kogami’s lip. ]

Edited 2020-04-01 10:51 (UTC)

[ the way jyuto begs is music to his ears, lilting and obscene, and kogami hisses softly when he feels his thumb dig right in, forcing him into that space of mixed pleasure-pain.

he gasps softly, tongue slipping to taste him for one final time before he pulls up, up, so that he's nicely aligned with jyuto, looming above him so he doesn't have to stretch all that much. swatting his hand away from his cock, kogami frees up both of his hands delicately to shift his hips nicely, the other hand coming to stroke his own dick where he can see, before pushing the fat, pre-cummy head into his sticky little hole, the sheer pleasure of being enveloped delighting him to no end. ]

You feel so good, baby --

[ he licks at the bite jyuto left, playfully sinking in deep, right down to where his balls are now pressed up against that perky ass. ] Nnh -- this what you want?

[ Jyuto fantasizes, thinking he’d like to see Kogami masturbate while watching him more someday. Even better if he goes unsatisfied after each ejaculation, desperate but unable to shake the want and need to take him. Jyuto licks his lips before the rosy head of Kogami's length disappears beyond sight, pressed against his rim.

Iris numbs all but pleasure, and as Kogami’s scrotum hits Jyuto’s asscheeks with a meaty smack, Jyuto tosses his head on the pillow, tucking his cheek against his own shoulder with a hitched breath. Sensation tidal waves through him, from his core to the tips of his tail and ears. They straighten out. A hot sigh releases, following him after. Kogami’s cock is sweltering inside of Jyuto, his hole clenched tight around it. Forced to acclimate to familiar girth, he swings and bounces back down on it so he hits the hilt again with a little squeeze of his legs. He laughs shakily because it feels good. He knows the arch by now, every bulging vein, the way its puffy ridge rakes against his walls and digs into his prostate on every shove. Jyuto’s eager for more, and momentarily not knowing what to do with his hands, he lifts them over his own head, elegantly crossing them at the wrists and exposing armpits barren of hair. ]

Mmnn, … yes. Give me more—, I don’t want to think straight.

Edited 2020-04-01 11:39 (UTC)

[ look at jyuto, laid out before him like a feast, like he's begging to be taken, every inch of him. kogami feels the feral beast of his sanguis nature stir, recognising in jyuto a kindred soul despite their different moons. jyuto calls to him the way so few people do, when his ass tightens around his cock and kogami has to catch his breath.

he shifts his hips and rolls it in response, pushing up against the bundle of nerves because he knows jyuto's body by heart already, thrusting hard into snug, hot walls and forcing the man to acclimatise, to recognise him again.

and he does, doesn't he? ]

Your body knows me.

[ kogami murmurs huskily, easing jyuto's calves off his shoulders so that he can change up the angle inside of him, so that kogami can be closer. his thick, hot cock pulses inside of him, throbbing hotly before he pulls out and slams inside of him again, heavy balls obscenely slapping against his ass. he's enveloping him with his body, hands shamelessly sliding up his side, thumbing over his bare armpits.

he's moving inside of him slowly, nosing along his left armpit before he's sucking a lovebite on the sensitive inside of his upper arm. jyuto's clean musk is familiar, laced with soap and the faintest scent of cologne, and he rolls his hips inside him again playfully, nudging up barely against that little knot of nerves. ]

Mm. Wait. I'm enjoying this first.

mmnh…! [ God, don’t stop, Jyuto thinks. As Kogami’s learned Jyuto inside and out, it’s no surprise that he knows exactly how to angle himself to best hit that sweet spot. Jyuto’s eyebrows knit upward, his dignity cracking with every hard thrust. His body shifts with the momentum of Kogami fucking him, and he jostles with his nose against the side of his own arm, lips bitten and trying to hold himself back from making too much noise so soon. It doesn’t take long for his hole to stretch out for Kogami, to make things easier for him. The wet sounds of his hips hitting Jyuto’s sticky thighs is explicit.

He smiles, but it warbles when the sex feels too good, ]
It can’t be helped, right? It’d be shocking— haa… otherwise, mhaa…, considering how often we, nhn, have sex— [ It isn’t moonlacing, to him. Moonlacing is transactional, like the handies he begrudgingly gives out under the table to pawns he wants to have complete a task for him. This isn’t moonlacing, this is sex. Sex with Kogami. ]

Nn…— [ Kogami’s snaking his hands up his body, changing their position. Jyuto’s only a little confused by the slightly slowed rhythm because he’d just started getting into the pace Kogami’d established before. His legs slide off of him. Closer this way, Jyuto can feel Kogami’s sculpted hips grinding against his own.

He almost winces when his armpits are brushed. They’re ticklish. It takes a lot for him to not lower them to hide what was once displayed, to keep them exposed and vulnerable to Kogami’s touch. The lips on his inner arm, and then the teeth that nip, suction to follow. He’s, ah… ]

You’re leaving a hickey there? [ Jyuto wonders aloud, turning his head to nuzzle in Kogami’s nest of dark, fluffy hair. It’s a little damp from the two of them sweating and fucking, but he, similarly, recognizes the smell of Kogami’s cigarette smoke and his shampoo, the latter prominent at the roots where it’s most wet. Jyuto doesn’t normally like hickies. He doesn’t like working around them, hiding them, but it seems like the spot Kogami’s found is discrete enough. ]

You had an armpit fetish this entire time? [ Bullying him for it. ]

[ the great thing about having sex with jyuto is that the man is ultimately, obscenely uninhibited; nothing is off-limits with him when it comes to the both of them together, and as kogami nuzzles down against his armpit, testing out what he favors, he pauses to look at him. ]

Mmh. Not since today.

[ it just felt like taking advantage of a vulnerable jyuto is the best thing to do. he continues to thrust into him, speeding up a little now so that jyuto doesn't get too comfortable, trailing his lips from his armpit to his nipple for a long, thoughtful suck, lapping at it before letting trickles of milk roll down to the bed underneath him.

kogami wants to make a mess out of him, and he observes his hickey with no small measure of pride, feeling jyuto nuzzle into him. his dick is next, when kogami grasps him fondly, affectionately, hand wrapped around him like an old friend before he starts to jerk him off in tandem with his thrusts. ]

Nng. Mh -- only just discovering it. You're bad for me.

[ A milky complexion with a bright red stamp, where Kogami’s left his mark on his inner arm. Jyuto feels the bridge of the other man’s nose gently following the shape of his armpit, the crescent shaped curve of it. Sweaty but clean skin caves into the dip of it when Jyuto shudders pleasantly. Kogami’s into fragrance, even without his Sanguis wolf nose? Jyuto finds it sort of cute, and he bounces on Kogami’s thrusts with his arms still above his head, momentarily disturbed from a pace he’d learned. He clumsily chokes back his moans, stirring on the sheets. He watches Kogami lave his tongue over his nipple and how the milk drawn from it dribbles down his ribs, warm and thin.

Syncopated, Kogami’s hand and his dick do their work on him. Jyuto finally lowers his arms, reaching down to hook them beneath Kogami’s shoulders where they trace the nooks and faint crevices of a muscular back. ]

But you’re, …nnh,… so good for me. [ Jyuto says. His hands drift lower, palming Kogami’s beefy ass and rowing the mounds in lazy circles. He sinks his fingers into them, forming small indentions when the pleasure he feels builds and threatens to release. ]

Kogami, I— … Are you close? I… [ Jyuto swallows. ] I want us to cum together this time. [ Is that stupid of him? His green eyes beg for it regardless. ]

[ that's -- that's really, incredibly sweet in ways that he had never thought jyuto would be. kogami pauses and looks down at him in surprise. jyuto is honest, flushed pink with arousal and exertion, and kogami can't find it in himself to refuse despite the way jyuto handled him earlier.

no, this is different. this is more than just sex -- it's shared intimacy, where their limbs are tangled together and kogami practically worships him, feeling every breath, every sweet exhale and tender word and nothing else matters.

the world shrinks down to just jyuto looking up at him with those green, green eyes, and kogami leans down to kiss him, hungry and searching as he parts jyuto's mouth to consume, to fill it with himself as he goes harder, unexpectedly.

he's close, close -- a good few more thrusts should do it, and he breaks the kiss to pant against his mouth: ]

Soon... c'mon, tighten up for me, gorgeous --

[ cumming together. they'll do that together. ]

[ Too caught up in the act, Jyuto nods his head while squinting and lets his hands slide up Kogami’s spine, tracing each vertebrae with his fingertips. He hooks into his shoulder blades with them when they’re high enough, taking Kogami’s tongue in his mouth and sucking on it like he needs it there. He moans against its spongey texture, eyes shutting tight.

Kogami rocks into him and Jyuto’s nerves are electric, crackling and threatening to burst into bloom. He withholds from coming when he actually feels he could, voice squeaking out in desperation not to yet. He obediently clamps down with his muscles, Kogami’s cock sliding in and out, in and out, met with a wet and heavy smack on every in. With the kiss broken, he cries out louder, and throws his head. His glasses shift, crooked. The walls remember and take his voice. ]

unh! Uuhn…!

[ Jyuto twists his back when he’s close. He’s attentive to how Kogami’s sizable cock, far from unfamiliar, twitches and throbs within him. Kogami’s chest is rubbing against his own as he drives into him, and Jyuto’s nipples, stiff and greedy for touch, feel good when they drag against his skin. This is the limit. He sees an edge behind his lids and he opens his eyes so that Kogami can see his face when he orgasms from the inside out. Now is okay, isn’t it? He watches Kogami like he’s asking permission to release, and when he sees what he takes as such—

It flourishes in one fell sweep. Rolling through him in heavy waves, his body locks and spasms. Contractions around Kogami, still in him. Jyuto’s delighted but beat in hole gushes with more fluid, its clutch that much more viscous to fuck. His own cock throbs hard and spills his semen all over the top of Kogami’s hand, its consistency still managing to be thick despite having came in Kogami’s ass moments before. Kogami is clearly through blind spots and Jyuto’s hands untangle to catch his face, to hold his forehead against his own. ]

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