[ Oh, this is an incredibly dangerous sight. Tsumugi's well aware how little time they have here - the longer he's away, the more the others will worry, and they may become suspicious - but god. Kazunari's just as attractive.
He takes a breath to steady himself, presses a kiss over the pulse point on his neck, draws back a bit... and then is struck with a thought. They're not close to any restrooms, and there's nothing he can really wipe his hand clean with in here... but he really doesn't want to leave any unfortunate stains on his costume. Not when Taichi and the others worked so hard to make it, and this wasn't even closing night. So there's only really one good option here.
He brings his sticky hand up to his mouth and licks it clean. ] ... How are you feeling, Kazu-kun? [ he uh. he might have a guess, based on what he's doing right now ]
[ It's only then, with that admission, that Tsumugi moves. First leaning in to kiss his cheek (listen, kazunari may have eaten him out but it still feels weird to just kiss him without warning) ] I'm yours.
[ then dropping to his knees before him, intentions made clear by the way he takes hold of his dick and kisses the tip just as softly. ]
... May I? [ He asks, looking up at Kazunari through his long lashes. ]
Edited (when you realize you missed a whole fuckin word a month+ later) 2022-07-21 02:25 (UTC)
Yeah... please. [Never in his life did Kazunari ever expect this to happen. Getting a hand job in the dressing room was already way beyond his expectations. Now Tsumugi's sucking his dick? With a lead up that almost makes him feel like they're still part of a performance, albeit private and intimate? Damn.
Kazunari melts underneath the heat of Tsumugi's mouth. This isn't the first time he's gone down on him, so Tsumugi already knows all his weak spots but, again, this whole situation just amplifies every feeling and every spark of pleasure that jolts through Kazunari's body.
His hips twitch, aching to thrust into Tsumugi's mouth. Even his hands twitch, wanting to thread into his boyfriend's hair, to the point that he has to twist his hands into his own shirt to keep them still.]
[ He understands why Kazunari's holding himself back. It's the same reason that Tsumugi's doing everything in his power to will himself to not get a boner, despite how incredibly sexy his boyfriend sounds right now. He'd love to take the time to drive his boyfriend crazy, fuck him slowly and sensually against the wall, and listen to him babble more about how good he feels, but time is exactly what he's lacking.
So maybe later. For now, who says he can't have a little fun? ]
(I'm glad.) [ He says, crystal clear directly into Kazunari's mind, a contrast to how - ahem - full his mouth is at the moment. ] (I really want you to feel good, Kazu-kun...)
[ He hums around him, as though pondering something. ] (... You can thrust if you'd like. Just be careful, okay?)
[His body responds first: hips twitching again and thrusting his cock just a little deeper as if Tsumugi had loosened his grip on Kazunari's leash. However, upon retracting, he presses himself back against the wall behind him.]
I don't know if I can... I'll get carried away. [He swallows over a knot in his throat, loosening another whine.] Feels good. Feels good, I prommy.
[He's coherent still somehow, but definitely babbling.]
[ Though there's a part of him that's disappointed (?) that he won't. Sure, it makes sense, but also that small tease of a thrust felt nice. The fact that it was reflexive - that he couldn't resist for that fraction of a second - leaves his heart pounding just a tad bit harder in his chest.
Tsumugi swallows as well before scooting closer, really pinning Kazunari between the wall behind him and the warmth of his mouth. He's only got one hand on his hip this time, the other down between his own legs to alleviate some of the building pressure. Though it might be a bit hard to hear the rustle of fabric over the wet, lewd noises as he sucks his dick. ] (Then, how about later? You won't have to hold back if we're at home.)
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I will. Always, I promise. I want to always -
[His twitches and jolts are becoming uncontrollable now. They pulse through his body as Tsumugi works him to the end.] Auuh, Tsumugi --
[With a final arch of his hips, he's coming hot and sticky into Tsumugi's hand.]
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He takes a breath to steady himself, presses a kiss over the pulse point on his neck, draws back a bit... and then is struck with a thought. They're not close to any restrooms, and there's nothing he can really wipe his hand clean with in here... but he really doesn't want to leave any unfortunate stains on his costume. Not when Taichi and the others worked so hard to make it, and this wasn't even closing night. So there's only really one good option here.
He brings his sticky hand up to his mouth and licks it clean. ] ... How are you feeling, Kazu-kun? [ he uh. he might have a guess, based on what he's doing right now ]
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Kazunari's eyes are near the size of dinner plates, watching every deliberate swipe of Tsumugi's tongue licking up his spend.]
Wh- uh?
[He just came but he can definitely feel blood rushing back to his dick.]
Yeah.
[??????]
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His eyes are very obviously focused down toward his dick when he asks ] Um. Will you be okay? [ how close is he to another boner...... ]
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Y-yeah! [His dick twitches in protest.] I might hang back a wee bit longer but I'm just peachy! You should head back though, shouldn't you?
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But, do you want me to stay?
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I want to monopolize you after every performance.
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[ then dropping to his knees before him, intentions made clear by the way he takes hold of his dick and kisses the tip just as softly. ]
... May I? [ He asks, looking up at Kazunari through his long lashes. ]
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Kazunari melts underneath the heat of Tsumugi's mouth. This isn't the first time he's gone down on him, so Tsumugi already knows all his weak spots but, again, this whole situation just amplifies every feeling and every spark of pleasure that jolts through Kazunari's body.
His hips twitch, aching to thrust into Tsumugi's mouth. Even his hands twitch, wanting to thread into his boyfriend's hair, to the point that he has to twist his hands into his own shirt to keep them still.]
Mmgh-... Tsumutsumu... s'good. S'so good.
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So maybe later. For now, who says he can't have a little fun? ]
(I'm glad.) [ He says, crystal clear directly into Kazunari's mind, a contrast to how - ahem - full his mouth is at the moment. ] (I really want you to feel good, Kazu-kun...)
[ He hums around him, as though pondering something. ] (... You can thrust if you'd like. Just be careful, okay?)
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I don't know if I can... I'll get carried away. [He swallows over a knot in his throat, loosening another whine.] Feels good. Feels good, I prommy.
[He's coherent still somehow, but definitely babbling.]
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[ Though there's a part of him that's disappointed (?) that he won't. Sure, it makes sense, but also that small tease of a thrust felt nice. The fact that it was reflexive - that he couldn't resist for that fraction of a second - leaves his heart pounding just a tad bit harder in his chest.
Tsumugi swallows as well before scooting closer, really pinning Kazunari between the wall behind him and the warmth of his mouth. He's only got one hand on his hip this time, the other down between his own legs to alleviate some of the building pressure. Though it might be a bit hard to hear the rustle of fabric over the wet, lewd noises as he sucks his dick. ] (Then, how about later? You won't have to hold back if we're at home.)