[There's something strangely fine, okay, vaguely appealing in letting Takasugi 'feed' from him even as it offers no benefits and could very easily be seen as a slight against him. As it were, there's only pleasure to be found between them. He can smell the blood on his lips before he sees it, a stillness lingers between their faces for a moment that feels incredibly long.
But not awkward. There's an eventual kiss and he's still busy elsewhere, after all. They've both been adequately exposed and blindly, his fingers move to handle Takasugi's heat. They wrap around his length in a warm, automatic fist, pumping tentatively comes next. As if he requires further cajolery. Assuming he's find with a little handy j, his hips angle closer -- enough so that he can extend his thumb and pin his cock beneath it. Ultimately, he's doing some doublefisting with a single hand, grinding their cocks together with slow friction provided by his palm.
A lilting noise makes its way into their bloody liplock, decidedly unbothered by the taste of his own blood. That muscles flicks up, rolls in turn -- inviting him in, more or less. He wikes it.]
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But not awkward. There's an eventual kiss and he's still busy elsewhere, after all. They've both been adequately exposed and blindly, his fingers move to handle Takasugi's heat. They wrap around his length in a warm, automatic fist, pumping tentatively comes next. As if he requires further cajolery. Assuming he's find with a little handy j, his hips angle closer -- enough so that he can extend his thumb and pin his cock beneath it. Ultimately, he's doing some doublefisting with a single hand, grinding their cocks together with slow friction provided by his palm.
A lilting noise makes its way into their bloody liplock, decidedly unbothered by the taste of his own blood. That muscles flicks up, rolls in turn -- inviting him in, more or less. He wikes it.]