[With nails pressing crescents into his skin and the weight of a head against his, there's nothing to see. Takasugi's eye closes, black swirling against his eyelid. Visioned darkened, every other sensation grows more severe.
Burns.
The heat around his finger draws him in. Stringing Solomon's desperation along may be an amusing endeavor, but Takasugi can't discern it from his own. He welcomes that knee with a hand quickly wrapping around thigh, holding the limb in position. Tugging it closer, as if crashing together could break them both open.
Not a connection, but an equal exchange of blood-
His finger hooks, tugs a bit too roughly at the ring of muscle before exiting. Too cold, he leans into Solomon's cheek, seeking warmth over anything else.
Two fingers replace the first, curling, focused, on quick preparation over bringing pleasure. All in all, it's a tease for them both. Wrenching his jaw against Solomon's head to nudge himself into the crook of the man's neck, Takasugi drags his teeth over already worried flesh.
An anchor, though the most precarious sort, as he feels his balance waver.
He stills, a moment spent inert before dragging he drags his hand slowly out and away from Solomon's ass. Along the thigh that hadn't been offered, to lift that too.
Between his strength and levying Solomon's weight against the wall, the man is suspended, left to coil legs around his partner if he wishes. Regardless of how steady this new position is, Takasugi presses on. Drags his finger up thigh, over taint, and back to ass. Not to insert, but to spread.
Pressing in takes a few tries, cock slipping over oiled skin before he finds the entrance and guides himself inside. A slow roll of his hips introduces fullness, a sensation that leaves his throat strained, silent, and his thumb drawing a mindless caress on the thigh he's still holding.]
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Burns.
The heat around his finger draws him in. Stringing Solomon's desperation along may be an amusing endeavor, but Takasugi can't discern it from his own. He welcomes that knee with a hand quickly wrapping around thigh, holding the limb in position. Tugging it closer, as if crashing together could break them both open.
Not a connection, but an equal exchange of blood-
His finger hooks, tugs a bit too roughly at the ring of muscle before exiting. Too cold, he leans into Solomon's cheek, seeking warmth over anything else.
Two fingers replace the first, curling, focused, on quick preparation over bringing pleasure. All in all, it's a tease for them both. Wrenching his jaw against Solomon's head to nudge himself into the crook of the man's neck, Takasugi drags his teeth over already worried flesh.
An anchor, though the most precarious sort, as he feels his balance waver.
He stills, a moment spent inert before dragging he drags his hand slowly out and away from Solomon's ass. Along the thigh that hadn't been offered, to lift that too.
Between his strength and levying Solomon's weight against the wall, the man is suspended, left to coil legs around his partner if he wishes. Regardless of how steady this new position is, Takasugi presses on. Drags his finger up thigh, over taint, and back to ass. Not to insert, but to spread.
Pressing in takes a few tries, cock slipping over oiled skin before he finds the entrance and guides himself inside. A slow roll of his hips introduces fullness, a sensation that leaves his throat strained, silent, and his thumb drawing a mindless caress on the thigh he's still holding.]