[ and thank god for that. the act commandeers every train of thought he's got running, focusing singularly on rolling his hips up to meet kojiro's watchful gaze, his muscles squeezing and releasing to give him an eyeful of that perfect drip. it's torturous even before kojiro starts working little gasps and shivers out of him by worrying the frayed nerves around his swollen, ravaged hole, but he still manages to roughly reply: ]
Dinner before dessert.
[ as if he's not straining against kojiro's touch despite the electric jolts shooting up his spine. that poor bottle of soap is crinkling in his tightening grasp, entirely forgotten beyond the wringing it's getting. ]
How's it look?
[ this is when that desperation for approval is most evident, when reki's gnawing on his lip and fighting with his reflexes to pose for him, his neck achingly craned to fix him with that owlish amber gaze. whatever he can do to catch kojiro's eye and keep it all for himself. ]
[ Fuck. Reki's gonna make him look again. Reki's gonna make him look again, and he's gonna lose whatever chance he had of composing himself. They're never making it out of this tub. They're never getting dinner. Fuck. Deep breath, again; zen.
Kojiro lifts his head, opens his eyes, and there goes his breath all over again. It's Reki's eyes that do it, right there to meet him, cutting right through him like a punch to the gut. ]
Fantastic.
[ It's barely more than a breath, and Kojiro's gaze could melt flesh from bone. His tongue passes over his lips; his mouth is watering, his teeth ache to blunt on this banquet of skin, and his cock throbs hard enough to send a tremor through the rest of him. The water shines on Reki's flesh, flickers in the electric candlelight, a comely sheen that Kojiro can only enjoy in his periphery, because he can't tear his eyes away from Reki's. His thumb slides so slow, and anywhere else on Reki's body, the motion might be soothing. But this tight massage over his hole?
Kojiro wants to bury his fingers inside again, to see that sweet agony on Reki's face one more time. He wants and he wants, and it's downright oppressive at times, but it's so fucking good all the same. ]
You're so fucking beautiful. Those eyes. Just wanna fall into them.
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Dinner before dessert.
[ as if he's not straining against kojiro's touch despite the electric jolts shooting up his spine. that poor bottle of soap is crinkling in his tightening grasp, entirely forgotten beyond the wringing it's getting. ]
How's it look?
[ this is when that desperation for approval is most evident, when reki's gnawing on his lip and fighting with his reflexes to pose for him, his neck achingly craned to fix him with that owlish amber gaze. whatever he can do to catch kojiro's eye and keep it all for himself. ]
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Kojiro lifts his head, opens his eyes, and there goes his breath all over again. It's Reki's eyes that do it, right there to meet him, cutting right through him like a punch to the gut. ]
Fantastic.
[ It's barely more than a breath, and Kojiro's gaze could melt flesh from bone. His tongue passes over his lips; his mouth is watering, his teeth ache to blunt on this banquet of skin, and his cock throbs hard enough to send a tremor through the rest of him. The water shines on Reki's flesh, flickers in the electric candlelight, a comely sheen that Kojiro can only enjoy in his periphery, because he can't tear his eyes away from Reki's. His thumb slides so slow, and anywhere else on Reki's body, the motion might be soothing. But this tight massage over his hole?
Kojiro wants to bury his fingers inside again, to see that sweet agony on Reki's face one more time. He wants and he wants, and it's downright oppressive at times, but it's so fucking good all the same. ]
You're so fucking beautiful. Those eyes. Just wanna fall into them.