[ reki doesn't have time to pry his mouth off kojiro's cock long enough to say it; the words are spoken directly against thickening flesh, halfway between sliding his curling tongue from the base of kojiro's dick to its rising head. he lavishes it with soft, kittenish licks until it's nice and firm, his gaze rolling up to meet kojiro's as he fits that massive cockhead into his mouth.
something for kojiro to remember when reki's trussed to that bed, how eagerly he swallows kojiro's cock until reki's nose is nuzzled beneath his belly. he doesn't even want to come off, sucking until his cheeks are hollowed and his whole body's shaking, his eyes darkening with breathlessness. ]
[ reki's a seasoned professional. he's figured out the tricks of the trade and employs them all with brutal precision. barely gives kojiro any time at all to mull over his usual sentiment at the door; how much he adores reki, how perfect it feels to come home to kisses and gratitude, how he's too lucky, so lucky, how he wants this forever. instead, reki both drives it out and reinforces it, sinks the notion deep with kojiro's cock down his throat.
but something about this isn't sitting quite right. ]
Reki. [ kojiro rumbles his name, low and firm, fingers drifting up from reki's cheek to sink through his hair. ] Babe. You don't have anything to make up for, okay? You don't have to--
[ kojiro pauses to bite back a pleasant shiver. like he's not competely helpless at every turn against reki's mouth. ]
[ all reki really knows is what makes kojiro specifically tick. he's become increasingly well-aware of it too; the prospect of losing kojiro in any capacity is only made all the more nerve-wracking under the consideration that he'd practically have to start from scratch if he blew this once in a lifetime shot.
not that there's any real reason to be worried about shit like that. the shift he feels is probably mostly in his head, he's sure, but this has always been the best way to soothe his more malicious anxieties. it should be kojiro's voice, serene and loving up above, but the only thing that can bring him comfort when logic escapes him is this: the helpless stirring of kojiro's cock deep in his throat, the trembling of his muscles as reki strokes a hand over his firm belly.
so no, kojiro's protests go unacknowledged. instead, reki presses in harder and milks kojiro's balls between two careful fingers, messily rolling his tongue until his chin is soaked with spit. ]
[ let it never be said that kojiro didn't try. there's only so much he can do when his knees are buckling under reki's assault. it's hell on his reason, ravages his senses, all velvet slide and searing heat around his cock. how is he supposed to even remember his own name when reki is working him like this? how is he supposed to remember why the fuck he was discouraging reki in the first place? ]
That's good, baby. That's so good.
[ kojiro sinks a hand into reki's hair, tugs and tips him to look up, lock eyes, stare up into all the shuddering adoration behind kojiro's gaze. ]
How do you always know exactly what Daddy needs, huh?
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[ reki doesn't have time to pry his mouth off kojiro's cock long enough to say it; the words are spoken directly against thickening flesh, halfway between sliding his curling tongue from the base of kojiro's dick to its rising head. he lavishes it with soft, kittenish licks until it's nice and firm, his gaze rolling up to meet kojiro's as he fits that massive cockhead into his mouth.
something for kojiro to remember when reki's trussed to that bed, how eagerly he swallows kojiro's cock until reki's nose is nuzzled beneath his belly. he doesn't even want to come off, sucking until his cheeks are hollowed and his whole body's shaking, his eyes darkening with breathlessness. ]
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[ reki's a seasoned professional. he's figured out the tricks of the trade and employs them all with brutal precision. barely gives kojiro any time at all to mull over his usual sentiment at the door; how much he adores reki, how perfect it feels to come home to kisses and gratitude, how he's too lucky, so lucky, how he wants this forever. instead, reki both drives it out and reinforces it, sinks the notion deep with kojiro's cock down his throat.
but something about this isn't sitting quite right. ]
Reki. [ kojiro rumbles his name, low and firm, fingers drifting up from reki's cheek to sink through his hair. ] Babe. You don't have anything to make up for, okay? You don't have to--
[ kojiro pauses to bite back a pleasant shiver. like he's not competely helpless at every turn against reki's mouth. ]
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not that there's any real reason to be worried about shit like that. the shift he feels is probably mostly in his head, he's sure, but this has always been the best way to soothe his more malicious anxieties. it should be kojiro's voice, serene and loving up above, but the only thing that can bring him comfort when logic escapes him is this: the helpless stirring of kojiro's cock deep in his throat, the trembling of his muscles as reki strokes a hand over his firm belly.
so no, kojiro's protests go unacknowledged. instead, reki presses in harder and milks kojiro's balls between two careful fingers, messily rolling his tongue until his chin is soaked with spit. ]
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That's good, baby. That's so good.
[ kojiro sinks a hand into reki's hair, tugs and tips him to look up, lock eyes, stare up into all the shuddering adoration behind kojiro's gaze. ]
How do you always know exactly what Daddy needs, huh?