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[ he gasps, jolting a little ]

Master, I've already--

Is that a problem?

[His voice is low and gravely and he's so turned on but his hand is still gentle on Soramaru.]

When you haven't, it is.

I'm going to, at this rate. So let me touch you.

[Not that he's stopping.]

It's selfish still, so--

[ he rolls his hips grinding down into sousei's lap ]

--I want you to use my body as you see fit, to make Master's feel good.

[ ----ah. he draws in a shaky breath, as another objective hits from saying that ]

[Jesus fucking Christ Soramaru. Sousei growls, dragging Soramaru against him until their bodies are pressed flush, kissing Soramaru fiercely.]

[There's no way in hell he wants to use Soramaru but that doesn't make the words less of a turn on or Soramaru's movements and existence less attractive.]

[His mind is awash in the things he wants, he wants to do a lot to Soramaru right now but he digs his fingers into Soramaru's skin and presses into his hand instead.]

Ah... Cheeky brat...

[ he can't help but smirk into sousei's lips again, continuing the movements of his hand once he's pressed into. it felt good, to get a reaction like that. ]

[No, he's not going to last. Not as turned on as he is. He falls back against the pillows, still sitting up, but shuddering and rocking his hips, hands settling on Soramaru's thigh and in his hair and just holding on. He can get Soramaru off again after. His breathing is uneven and fast, color high in his cheeks.]

Ah, close....

[ he leans forward, resting his face in the crook of sousei's neck and trying his hardest at replicating the motions of his hand that sousei had given him earlier in order to bring him to completion. ]

[He moans and holds Soramaru close, hips bucking as he comes, breathing unevenly and pulse pounding. Incredibly keyed up.]

[ success ]

[You are so cute. He takes a moment to catch his breath, fingers threading through Soramaru's hair.]

[ he relaxes against sousei's chest as he catches his breath. it's easy enough to ignore the dull pangs that the earlier second bout of objectives brought on. ]

[He brushes his fingers down Soramaru's back and up again, heartrate slowly calming.]

[He's kind of disheveled, only half out of his shirt and pants, with his hair sticking to his face and neck, looking quietly down at the teenager in his arms, fond and protective.]

[ he doesn't say anything, or... move, really. he's pretty tired, subbing for your first time - even if you don't go all the way - takes a lot out of you. ]

[He tightens his arms around Soramaru and relaxes back, eyes closing. This is find for now, they could both use the moment to rest.]

Thank you.

[His fingers trace gentle circles at the back of Soramaru's neck, unhurried and soft.]