[ Need you, in that hushed, breathy tone. That's it. That's all Kojiro needs to hear, and his higher function and reasoning just cease.
It's probably better this way. Being in his own head is just making things progressively worse at this point. Reki offers the bottle, and one whiff has Kojiro's head swimming and his nerves alight. Those wandering hands and the insistent press of Reki's hips are like a million tiny cuts, sharp and perfect and to the quick, wearing him down so quickly Reki can practically hear the last thread of Kojiro's patience snap.
His arm is still tight around Reki's waist when Kojiro sits up, sudden enough that his arm stays tight to steady Reki, in case his inebriation had any ideas about letting him tip back farther. Kojiro's hands are so large, but he uses them too well, reins tight even now, perfectly controlled when one of them grasps Reki's jaw -- firm without bruising -- and the kiss he pulls Reki into falls on the heels of a low growl. ]
You wear too much.
[ That's always the complaint. Reki can feel Kojiro growing hard against the urgent press of their hips, and even still, he's gotta remind Reki of how many damn layers are between them. That's the next task; bullying Reki out of his clothes. Jacket first, then all the layers underneath it come at once over Reki's head, and if some seams pop in the process, Kojiro doesn't give a damn. Problem for another time. This problem is suddenly solved, and Kojiro's momentarily content with the newly-exposed skin, mouth falling to drag careful teeth down one side of Reki's throat. He braces Reki again, just before a hand presses between them to palm Reki's cock through his pants. ]
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It's probably better this way. Being in his own head is just making things progressively worse at this point. Reki offers the bottle, and one whiff has Kojiro's head swimming and his nerves alight. Those wandering hands and the insistent press of Reki's hips are like a million tiny cuts, sharp and perfect and to the quick, wearing him down so quickly Reki can practically hear the last thread of Kojiro's patience snap.
His arm is still tight around Reki's waist when Kojiro sits up, sudden enough that his arm stays tight to steady Reki, in case his inebriation had any ideas about letting him tip back farther. Kojiro's hands are so large, but he uses them too well, reins tight even now, perfectly controlled when one of them grasps Reki's jaw -- firm without bruising -- and the kiss he pulls Reki into falls on the heels of a low growl. ]
You wear too much.
[ That's always the complaint. Reki can feel Kojiro growing hard against the urgent press of their hips, and even still, he's gotta remind Reki of how many damn layers are between them. That's the next task; bullying Reki out of his clothes. Jacket first, then all the layers underneath it come at once over Reki's head, and if some seams pop in the process, Kojiro doesn't give a damn. Problem for another time. This problem is suddenly solved, and Kojiro's momentarily content with the newly-exposed skin, mouth falling to drag careful teeth down one side of Reki's throat. He braces Reki again, just before a hand presses between them to palm Reki's cock through his pants. ]