[ 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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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?