[ The string of obscenities is frustration, plain and undisguised, one word clipping short in deference to the next, because Reki is wearing on his patience. Check around; like he hasn't already put Kojiro to work here. Kojiro sinks a hand in Reki's hair, curled tight around the roots before he yanks that red head back enough to meet his gaze. ]
You keep that up, see where it gets you.
[ Reki knows it's an empty warning, despite the quiet snarl woven through it, and Kojiro can't banish the grin from his face. Kojiro releases his hair a second later, and smooths his fingers over Reki's scalp to soothe away any ache while his other hand digs through Reki's pants. One of the cargo pockets seems the likeliest place for anyone to keep something like that; less risk of them breaking and making a mess everywhere. And-- Bingo. Front-left. Kojiro tosses a few onto the bed, then rips two open with his teeth. He probably has too much experience managing this one-handed, but sometimes these useless skills pay off. Like now, getting his fingers coated, cupping a bit more in his palm, then reaching behind Reki to slip between his ass and spread carefully around his entrance. That's the only warning he gets before Kojiro sinks one thick finger inside.
Reki can just keep rutting against his abs. Kojiro only has two hands, and the other has drifted down between Reki's shoulderblades, to keep him pressed close and steady while Kojiro gradually works his finger in. ]
Gonna come on my chest? Make me all pretty with your cum?
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[ The string of obscenities is frustration, plain and undisguised, one word clipping short in deference to the next, because Reki is wearing on his patience. Check around; like he hasn't already put Kojiro to work here. Kojiro sinks a hand in Reki's hair, curled tight around the roots before he yanks that red head back enough to meet his gaze. ]
You keep that up, see where it gets you.
[ Reki knows it's an empty warning, despite the quiet snarl woven through it, and Kojiro can't banish the grin from his face. Kojiro releases his hair a second later, and smooths his fingers over Reki's scalp to soothe away any ache while his other hand digs through Reki's pants. One of the cargo pockets seems the likeliest place for anyone to keep something like that; less risk of them breaking and making a mess everywhere. And-- Bingo. Front-left. Kojiro tosses a few onto the bed, then rips two open with his teeth. He probably has too much experience managing this one-handed, but sometimes these useless skills pay off. Like now, getting his fingers coated, cupping a bit more in his palm, then reaching behind Reki to slip between his ass and spread carefully around his entrance. That's the only warning he gets before Kojiro sinks one thick finger inside.
Reki can just keep rutting against his abs. Kojiro only has two hands, and the other has drifted down between Reki's shoulderblades, to keep him pressed close and steady while Kojiro gradually works his finger in. ]
Gonna come on my chest? Make me all pretty with your cum?