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mnnh... [ Jyuto blooms beneath Kogami's touch, slippery lube massaged against skin where he's intimate. His toes curl in his socks and his hips lift off the table, hoping Kogami might slide a finger deep into his hole and tease him from the inside too. When he doesn't push past, Jyuto revels in the almost, unable to peel his eyes from the puffy, flushed head of Kogami's cock when he strokes himself. His own arousal is weeping, jealous, and still ready to come. Seeing Kogami's dick so close to his asshole makes his own twitch in anticipation. ]

I want it. [ Both. He tries to relax his rim against Kogami's finger tips, knowing that if he's good they'll get to have sex again sooner. Jyuto's eyes pass to the camera, where the explicit polaroid of himself has been set aside, then back to Kogami's face. ]

May I? It's only fair.

Of course.

[ jyuto is resplendent when he blooms under his attentions, his touch, and when his cock is slicked up that he turns his sights back to where jyuto is so obviously angling for his attention, lean hips lifted, the way the other man's cock twitches.

he's smiling lazily, reaching under him to push a lube-slick finger inside, slow and testing and curious. he's still tight, hot, and kogami watches him carefully for a reaction, because he knows how much jyuto likes having fingers inside him. maybe one day he'll put his mouth there. he crooks his finger inside him, stroking his inner wall playfully. ]

Take as many as you want.

[ Jyuto's hole practically swallows Kogami in, lubricant allowing him to slide deeper without too much resistance. The bends of his joints and light callouses feel so good rubbing into his sphincters that he has to shudder once, melting on the table. His hips swivel once, slow and lazy, careful not to disturb Kogami's finger. More, more. He wants to come— but this isn't enough to push him over the edge, just enough for Kogami keep Jyuto in a vice grip, at his mercy. He laughs, an apparent masochist and a little tired, sliding his hand across the table for the camera. ]

It's a little hard for me to concentrate. You're so set on punishing me for earlier. [ For taking his dick away and masturbating in front of him. The disappointment on Kogami's face, though; so cute. Another picture he'd have liked to keep. After a moment, he levels the camera on his chest. Jyuto moans quietly as Kogami continues to finger him. He isn't quite looking through the lens, but more so watching Kogami as he pleasures him, only clicking the camera when Kogami shows that lazy, smug smile again. A smile that says he knows Jyuto's about to let him to have his way. The camera whirrs, printing the polaroid and letting it lie on Jyuto's diaphragm. It's still undeveloped, so Jyuto doesn't look. He just watches Kogami with affectionate, longing eyes. Dinner is the last thing on his mind, now. He'd rather have Kogami. ]

Am I still not allowed to touch myself? It's hard not to, when you look like you do.

You can touch yourself. You're just not allowed to come.

[ in other words, jyuto is right -- kogami is most assuredly punishing him for taking his dick away when kogami wanted it most, and he's smiling, stilling for a few moments for the camera. it's ridiculously sexy how one little thing that can their already spicy encounter up a few more notches. the photo that captures him in the middle of pleasuring jyuto is definitely not worksafe, especially when it's probably captured both their dicks.

he's most assuredly as smug as jyuto predicts, because he's sliding in another finger when the polaroid slowly starts to develop, his gaze drawn to the image coming into shape. jyuto, spread like a buffet with a photo on him, and his smile widens when he sees the photo of himself. it's kind of hot, but it's nothing compared to the softness in jyuto's eyes.

slowly starting to fingerfuck him, feeling the soft, tight vise of his hole closing around his fingers, he leans down to press a kiss to his forehead, his nose, his lips. ]

You should take one of the both of us later.

[ He considers that deal, the preposition of touching himself but not coming. Deliciously cruel, perhaps equal in weight to what Jyuto had made Kogami feel just before. Is how badly he wants to come right now how badly Kogami had wanted to keep sucking his dick? Jyuto's hand glides up to cup the side of Kogami's jawline, finding that theory too sweet to bear. His tongue tangles in the open kiss that follows, precum leaking from the tip of his dick down to the dip of his taint. The hot inner muscles that hug Kogami's fingers are susceptive, soft and wet with lube. Jyuto squirms on the length of Kogami's fingers, wishing they were his cock. He breathes out shakily, the air brushing Kogami's teeth as he speaks to him, quipping him with a perverted idea. ]

You always get me so bothered over everything you say. [ Jyuto sounds like he's trying to complain, but the way he moans it isn't very convincing. A bulb of flesh on the inside is swelling against the pads of Kogami's finger tips as he stimulates him, and Jyuto twists in pleasure when Kogami puts pressure on it. Has he memorized where it is? The weak spot Kogami hammers when he fucks him... ]

hhaa.. mmn... But I can try to take a picture. I want to look at it when you aren't around, when I inevitably start to miss you.

[ jyuto is -- he's sweet. the man is clearly intending to complain, but the breathiness in his voice, the softness in those normally piercing green eyes makes his own breath catch, his heart skipping a beat. how strange it is, that jyuto could turn him into a horny, besotted teenager with just a few words.

so really, who's the one who can get him bothered over a few words? kogami's quiet, soaking it all in as he gently brushes over that little knot, stroking it with his very fingertips before pulling out, keeping him on that knife edge of pleasure and discomfort. he enjoys every reaction he pulls from him, especially that little knot that he's familiar with by now, and he's dotting kisses down his sternum, his abs, giving the dripping head of his dick a little kiss, too, before licking right down to his taint and nuzzling his balls.

he's out of sight for a moment, taking the slip of time to gather his thoughts. when he comes up again, he's looking at him thoughtfully, as if he's seeing him for the first time when it sinks in: ]

When you start to miss me? [ somehow the feeling behind it is more stimulating than how kinky they're being with the lewd photos -- it's genuine, real, and he's already pulling his fingers out, grasping his own dick. ]

[ Jyuto doesn't want him to stop stroking there. His walls hug Kogami's fingers as he draws them out, begging him to continue. What a spoiled, rotten little body Jyuto has when it comes to him. Despite how his cock begs for gratification, Kogami grants him no release. Only affection and promise. He sucks in his breath when Kogami's cool tongue brushes the base of his scrotum, settled full and plump above his taint. Nosing him there, too. Jyuto tries so hard not to come. Kogami said he wasn't allowed to, and he wants to try and respect that. ]

It's lonely without you, lately. [ Jyuto's pupils dilate when he sees Kogami's eyes again. ]

[ lonely without him -- jyuto doesn't have other partners? people to keep him company, to take the edge off? kogami's quiet for a moment, taking it in as he pleasures the younger man smoothly, pouring every ounce of attention into making him squirm and writhe.

he comes up now, grasping his own cock to press the fat, plump head of his own dick against his hole, before pushing it in with a soft, shuddering sigh and a hitch of his breath. this is the part he likes most -- the seconds when he enters, when jyuto's body has to stretch to accommodate.

he's bent over him now, clean hand cupping his face as he presses in, inch by inch, keeping jyuto's cock pinned between their bodies. ]

Then let me fix that for you. [ words warm and tender whispered against parted lips, and kogami doesn't hesitate when he pulls him in for another kiss. ]

[ You only make it worse, when you leave.

Doesn't he know that this can only sate him temporarily? That by far, in actuality, with each taste he has of him, it only makes him long for him even more? If it isn't the same for Kogami, Jyuto won't tell him. Who does Kogami think about when he goes home?

His tongue swirls around Kogami's, throwing the thought away. The table legs of the small dining table creak and he lowers an arm to stabilize it beneath himself, slick hole taking Kogami's familiar shape malleable and willing. His breaths are a little shallow when their lips part. He's doomed to climax if Kogami moves his hips. Though he knows this, he wants him to.

Jyuto's fingers undo all three buttons of Kogami's henley, and then traces the tips of them along the thick bone of his clavicle. His hand sinks down and then up Kogami's shirt, pulling the edge of fabric along with it to expose his abs. Their body heat is scorching, the blood beneath their skin singing in harmony. Jyuto sits his weight into his tail bone, making sure Kogami's completely buried in him. He toys with Kogami's left nipple, the bud of it having brushed against his palm when he'd felt him for a heartbeat. ]

Careful of the pizza box. [ He mutters, kissing him again and trying to drown himself. ]

[ pizza, right.

jyuto doesn't answer to what kogami tells him, but it doesn't matter -- what's more important is the way he practically opens up to him, drawing him in and enveloping kogami in pleasure. they fit together perfectly, when he sinks balls-deep inside the tight grip of his hole. but it's jyuto's hands, those deft fingers undoing the buttons of his henley, the way his fingers brush over his nipple that takes his breath away.

his cock twitches at the touch, and kogami simply tugs said henley over his shirt and tosses it aside. he wants nothing to come between them, even if he's still wearing his pants. he wants to see the look in jyuto's eyes when he takes him in, rippling muscles and all. kogami is not a vain man, but he does enjoy being appreciated by those brilliant, sharp eyes.

he's leaning down to draw out jyuto's kisses, licking into his mouth with a soft chuckle before he starts to move, pulling out almost fully before pushing in again, taking it slow at first. his free hand reaches down, squeezes the base of jyuto's cock to fend off any impending orgasm, denying him what he knows he needs. ]

Uhnh... [ A low moan, Kogami's tongue is pulled in between Jyuto's parted lips suckled on like it belongs to him and him alone. He grinds his hips up into Kogami's and grunts when the man mounted atop him takes his cock tight in his hand, preventing him from release. How he aches, it's starting to hurt. He knows that Kogami can feel his angry erection pulsating in his grasp, so desperate to be let go of and allowed his striven ecstasy. And all of this is punishment for getting uppity with Kogami, before? Jyuto can't tell if it means that Kogami loves or hates to see him masturbate. He's been on the brink of climax since then, ready to spill, but Kogami's cruel, maybe crueler than he himself had been. The motherfucker. Thinking about how mean Kogami's being to him just makes him want to come more, like the twisted pervert he is. Kogami's decisiveness in what he wants, his nerve, they're absolutely enrapturing.

He whines in protest when a hard wave of pleasure collects in his base. He twists and flicks at Kogami's nipples one after the other, knowing he'll like how it feels. He's dirty too. Jyuto remembers it from that time he'd pinned him down on that couch in the other room, back in December. He'd take them in his mouth and bite on them right now if the two of them weren't positioned like this. His body rocks on the table when Kogami fucks him slow and deep. He remembers how it'd felt to finally touch him after their charged first meetings, how his hair had smelled in his first drink of it. Recalling it fondly, Jyuto finally releases the tongue he'd been sucking on and pulls Kogami's head against the side of his neck with his free hand. He buries his face in that same hair, breathing in the notes of shampoo and cigarette smoke once more. Kogami makes him feel so good, he— ]

Kogami, please— [ Let me come. I want to come, I want to come, I just to want to come. He can't last like this, he thinks he'll die. There's so much cum that wants, needs out of him, and it's Kogami who represses it. The hand once playing with Kogami's chest moves up, hooking fingers around the chain of his dog tags. He bunches it in his grip, something to hold onto so he doesn't lose himself in the overstimulation. ]

haaa... please...,

[ Jyuto tries desperately to distract himself. He sees the camera beside them, their small reflection surfacing in its glass lens. Trying to smile at it as he jostles under Kogami on the table, he reaches to push the button on top, an invasive flash washing over their intercourse when he does. ]

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Please what?

[ say it, sweetheart. say it, even when kogami's greedy mouth claims jyuto's recklessly, passionately, eager and dominating as he consumes him, licking into his mouth and suckling on his tongue, ravaging him while he moves harder, longer thrusts pushing up into the tight, dizzyingly intoxicating clutch of him.

it's kogami that drowns in his please, the give of his generous, plush mouth and the way his body clings to him. he finds himself tugged away, his mouth dropping fiery bites and kisses down the elegant curve of his neck, and he sucks a lovebite, hard, now, when he feels him bury his face in his hair.

kogami worships, grinding up inside him before he goes harder, gasping at the sensation of having his nipples pinched, the tug of those dogtags as his balls slap heavily up against his ass, the clink-clink of those tags keeping him in the present.

jyuto needs him, and jyuto's overwhelmed, and he smiles when he hears the whirr of that camera and the polaroid that comes out of it. another bite, and he almost breaks skin when he sucks hard, letting the bruise blossom. ]

Tell me what you want.

[ he punctuates every word with a hard sink of his dick into him, practically aching to split him open on his cock, to make it so that jyuto doesn't forget who's pleasing him -- all the while keeping his grip on the base of jyuto's cock, knowing just how desperate he is. ]

[ Kogami inflicts himself upon Jyuto, still latched on tight. Jyuto yelps. Confused pleasure lances through him, the urge to climax so strong that even this warped pain makes him feel like he's lost it. A shaky, horny laugh. The first mark Kogami's left on him is still hot and tingling under his skin. Tender blood vessels burst into bloom beneath the hard suction of the second, saliva-coated teeth raking against the thin skin of his throat. With Kogami fucking him with this much more vigor, the momentum of his thrown hips threatens to scoot the table beneath Jyuto on its very legs. Reflexively, his knees try to buckle to a close, their caps pressing into the sides of Kogami's ribs. Another failed ejaculation. Jyuto's barrel is fat and absolutely enraged in Kogami's grip. Glazed, green eyes roll back in their sockets, and he squirms helplessly, forced to bounce feverishly on Kogami's cock. ]

I want to come. I want to have sex forever—, [ Jyuto moans like he did on Christmas Eve. Defiled, ravaged— he loves that he's at Kogami's mercy this way. He's let himself fall into it. Kogami's fucking him up, stripped Jyuto of his walls in all the right ways, and when his eyes open again, he can't stop watching as he's desecrated. Kogami rams his girth into him, wracking his slutty body with ecstasy beyond its own comprehension. This isn't the fault of any alien moon, no. It's all on them. Is that frightening, or is it wonderful?

His obscene voice carries through Kogami's apartment as he's taken, loud enough for the neighbors to hear him. The deep pounding makes his stomach feel a little outstretched. Without having to try, Kogami's grinding into Jyuto's sweet spot, simply because there is no space left to fill. Jyuto just wants to come, he thinks. It's making him crazy. What can he do to get Kogami to let go? He pants tiredly, desperately, sitting down hard into the fluffy pubes of Kogami's hilt and squeezing his clutch tight each time the other withdraws his cock for the next thrust. His hole tightens, wrings and milks Kogami, only flaring to let him cram himself back in for another hard drag. And another, and another. ]

Please—

[ how sweetly careless of him; jyuto begging him for it, wanting to have sex forever, and kogami can't help but be entirely enthralled by him and his fierce desire, overcome by the weight of his need.

he releases his cock then, stroking it this time even though he knows the other man probably doesn't need very much to get going. it's mercy, it's a gift, rolling pleasure as he's given exactly what he wants. his face is buried in the crook of jyuto's neck, but he pulls up to watch his face eagerly, his own dark and clouded with his own raging desire.

look at him, his beautiful, flushed jyuto, the man coming undone underneath him right beside the pizza they'd intended to eat -- how the best laid plans of men go awry when they're with the people they want most.

how wonderful it is, too, when passion at its purest grips them, rough hands tugging jyuto's legs around his waist to keep him anchored to him, and he's pretty sure he's going to have to send some apologies to his neighbors tomorrow, the way jyuto moans and whines and cries out for him, obscene and delectable and unforgettable.

finally, his fist around his dick as he jerks him off in quick, sweeping strokes -- ]

All right. Come for me --

[ Jyuto doesn't know what kind of facial expression he's making, but braves to lock eyes with Kogami while he orgasms, his head tucking into his shoulder, filling the space where Kogami had been biting and marking him. A happy yelp. His legs open wide. His euphoria only takes Kogami releasing the weight of his curled fingers. The rest is complete excess.

Jyuto's body locks up as Kogami continues fucking him, and he releases what feels like the heaviest load of his life. The pumping of Kogami's fist only wrings the cum out to shoot further and higher, thick globs splattering against whatever skin is there— Kogami's sternum, Jyuto's belly. Jyuto's hole spasms while his ecstasy floods him, constricting tight around Kogami's circumference. Kogami's grip had been the dam, the only thing to partition him from utter bliss. His nerves sing and Jyuto twists his frame with a smile on his face. He rolls his hips when the rosy head of his length is drenched in its own mess, hooking his arms beneath Kogami's arms to invite him to follow through, fill him with his semen.

The room spins slowly, and Jyuto sinks the heels of his feet into Kogami's tailbone, likely to leave two bruises of their own. His teeth find Kogami's earlobe and he moans against it, sultry and satisfied with the climax he's been granted. He wants Kogami to know how good he's made him feel. ]

You next.
[ He says, practicing that same, quintessential technique with his ass from before. He knows how Kogami feels inside of him, how his plump crown grinds into his deepest pit. He knows how to make him feel better than anyone else does, he's confident. Right now, he only exists to gratify and finish Kogami off. He's absolutely hungry for it, and his eyes shine a predatory green should Kogami spot them, dare look over to them. Kogami may have put Jyuto in his place, yes, but in exchange, he's also awakened an animal in the process. And now? Jyuto wants to feed. ]

Edited 2020-02-07 14:05 (UTC)

[ was that a yelp he just heard? kogami shifts to look into those feral, glittering green eyes, so full of intent and so wild that it spurs his own basest instincts on -- kogami should be better than this, cerebral and contained, but jyuto, right now, brings out the best and worst of him when his entire body clamps down on him like a loving vise, desperate to wring every drop out of him.

sock-clad feet come to press down hard, bruising, and kogami practically drowns in the inexplicable way jyuto manages to seduce him all over again, daring him to come, inviting him to lose himself -- his eyes are a dark, feral gleam as he does as demanded, overwhelmed by the sensation of being buried so deeply inside of him that he forgets to breathe.

and here it is, the glittering moment when he's at his most unguarded, the moment that reduces all men to their most primal selves. he comes inside him in what seems like a torrent, having held himself back for just as long. jyuto knows him better, deeper than anyone else, and in these few precious minutes he feels truly connected with him as he coats the inside of his tight, wonderful ass with pulses and pulses of cum, sticky and filthy and obscene.

the orgasm almost makes him buckle, his own stomach sticky and wet with jyuto's own seed as he stills inside of him, flooding him and marking and mating, even if neither one of their moons hold sway yet. ]

Jyuto --

[ Kogami.

He knows. He knows because he feels the same way. This feels so good, doesn't it? This electricity that they share when they're together. Jyuto hadn't been lying when he said he wanted to have sex with him forever a while ago. Though it'd been said in the stretches of an approaching release, it's the surge of intimacy he feels with Kogami while their bodies come together like this that he doesn't want to let go of. They're fire and gasoline.

Though tired, Jyuto's still smiling, gluttonous and proud after Kogami follows him and comes to his peak. His grasp around the dog tag chain loosens when the familiar sensation of cum rushes and cascades against his walls, flooding him with its sweltering heat. He's drenched in him. A breathy laugh, he's his. His hip bones still grind into Kogami's, coaxing him to ride and roll through his orgasm the way he himself had, nice and slow. He hopes Kogami savors this release, drowns in his ecstasy the way he had.

Guiding Kogami through his pleasure, Jyuto noses affectionately at the red line that the chain of Kogami's necklace has left on his throat, the one that Jyuto had been pulling on as he'd been fucked and undone. The imprint is primarily on one side of his neck, where the chain had dug into skin while Kogami had been reeled down into him. Jyuto almost doesn't want that elegant little line to disappear, and he traces over it long and slow with his tongue, because its his own. Beautiful, he thinks. Maybe he's developing a fetish.

He drops the chain so that the dog tags dangle above him with a soft clink. The metal is so warm now from the heat of his palm. Jyuto watches Kogami for a moment, and then reaches to pull him down for another open-mouth kiss, sucking lazily on his tongue once more. ]

[ they fit together like they've always belonged, like they were once one, poured into two different bodies. kogami fits so perfectly in the circle of jyuto's arms that it's difficult not to sink into him as he rides out his orgasm. it's intimacy, it's an entire galaxy under his skin, the surge of chroma taking his breath away.

it makes him giddy, the tug of the chain around his neck, the twinge of pain when jyuto, too, makes his mark on him. it'll be tender for a couple of days, but kogami doesn't care -- he likes it when jyuto pulls on it, when he bares his teeth just so and reminds kogami that what kogami enjoys now is something he has allowed, that his partner is just as capable of driving him to his knees.

he savours every moment of it, softening inside his tight little hole as cum oozes from his hole and onto the table, and he's eagerly kissing him right back when jyuto so sweetly initiates, tongue in his mouth and all for jyuto to play with.

hands coming to cup and squeeze his bottom, feeling the wet slide-squelch of his hole against his cock, he huffs a soft laugh when the dogtags now rest on jyuto's chest, his neck still warm with jyuto's attentions. ]

Mmmgh. Gorgeous.

Nnnh? You are. [ Jyuto purrs against Kogami when he takes a breath for air. He lets his head lay back against the table with a quiet thump, his legs melting off of Kogami's waist as the room starts to become still again. His eyes are tender with admiration, affection, soaking in what he sees. He...

No, he can't. Not in a world like this one.
He holds his silence and the expression slowly begins to dissolve with the realization. The pause is pregnant with what he thinks he might be starting to feel, something dangerous if not mutual. What are they? Just friends? When the moment passes them by, he distracts himself of his own uncertainty by turning his head to look at the pizza boxes. Long fingers slip up into fluffy locks of black hair, petting him idly without looking away from their neglected meal. ]

—And you've also let the food go cold. [ Jyuto teases, shafting the blame over to Kogami. An amused puff of air slips from his nostrils before he looks back up to him with a quirked eyebrow. ] What am I going to do with you?

[ He wiggles beneath Kogami like he's getting ready to be freed of his weight, Kogami's nut leaking out of him and pooling on the table more when he manages to halfway prop himself up on his elbows. He's been too reckless, shown himself too much— if he basks in this attention anymore, he'll be too exposed, too vulnerable. ]

Is that a rhetorical question or are you open to suggestions? Because I have a few ideas.

[ kogami gives him a wicked grin as he nuzzles into him, looking down at him fondly. he senses the flicker of different thoughts that flash across his handsome, handsome face, the flush of gorgeous cheeks and the plush, full loveliness of his mouth.

he adores him, he knows. in this moment he's profoundly aware of his feelings for him, growing and deepening, unafraid where jyuto is seems more guarded than usual, and his fingers come to trace over his lips as he kisses him softly again, leaning into his touch with a pleased hum.

the line of his jaw is stunning, and he glances to the pizza that has so captured jyuto's attention before he slowly, slowly pulls out of him, already missing the heat of his tight little hole. ]

Shower with me. I'll heat our pizzas up after.

[ Jyuto's going to remember what those calloused fingers feel like against the bud of his lips, when he's lying awake in his own bed, cold and alone. When Kogami pulls away from the comforting kiss he's planted, he leaves a smile blooming on the mouth he'd been admiring.

Reassured that he can continue trusting him, Jyuto's smile evolves into a smirk of mischief. He lifts his feet off the floor to wrap thin legs around Kogami's hips, just before he can pull too far from him. His abs curl tightly, still soiled by his own load. After hoisting himself up, his arms latch around the breadth of Kogami's shoulders so that he can get ready to spider monkey onto him, hitch a ride to the shower. He's (quite literally) clingy again, a man completely different than the formal police officer that others know him to be. This is fine. Kogami can see this side of him, he's decided. ]

I'm ready. [ His ass still on the table, and now that he's upright, Kogami's cum is dripping down the curves of his butt cheeks. He pays it no mind, the inflection of his voice expectant and entitled, but his eyes kittenish and pleased. ]

[ and kogami is just as quick at gathering him into his arms, hefting him off the table and against his chest, loathe to let any distance come between them. they might be filthy and they might have violated about a thousand health food codes, but kogami doesn't give a shit.

he lets jyuto's spent, sticky dick rub up against his cum-smeared abs as he walks them into the shower, mouth pressed against where he had left an obvious lovebite, sucking on it again with a pleased little hum.

he enjoys all the other facets of jyuto that he slowly shows to him, the warmth and pleasure and that kittenish happiness, and he can't help but smile as his lips stray up to find his again, stepping into the bathroom. ]

No promises on not getting you dirty again.

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