[Half-moons litter his skin a his fingers ever-adjust, a grunt marks that questionable exit. It isn't off-putting in any way, but on the other hand, leaves him desiring more. More attention, more than a nuzzle, but he'll turn into that warmth and smear his lips over Takasugi's cheek. A stifled exhale finds his jaw as he adjusts, accommodates to the sensation of double digits. He's drawn tight against those appendages once more -- a fleeting assault he could get off to if need be.
However,the need is absent. It's all in the name of groundwork, but precum smears against Takasugi in appreciation. Similarly apparent is his apprehension in trusting him to keep himself balanced...but that leg ultimately lifts bc he's feeling amorous and needy -- whorish. It isn't done without reward; his head tilts back against that wall (audibly...rip), a muted sound marks that fuller insertion while a hand trades skin for hair, digging into the back of his scalp without regard for it. It's a rush of adrenaline, a rare sense of controlled pain mixed with solace...
He's already murmuring his name. The abuse to his hair shouldn't outright intervene with the marring at his throat; he's wrenching at his hair, but keeping him close in the same motion, digging his heels into the small of his back. Crashing together, as it were....]
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However,the need is absent. It's all in the name of groundwork, but precum smears against Takasugi in appreciation. Similarly apparent is his apprehension in trusting him to keep himself balanced...but that leg ultimately lifts bc he's feeling amorous and needy -- whorish. It isn't done without reward; his head tilts back against that wall (audibly...rip), a muted sound marks that fuller insertion while a hand trades skin for hair, digging into the back of his scalp without regard for it. It's a rush of adrenaline, a rare sense of controlled pain mixed with solace...
He's already murmuring his name. The abuse to his hair shouldn't outright intervene with the marring at his throat; he's wrenching at his hair, but keeping him close in the same motion, digging his heels into the small of his back. Crashing together, as it were....]