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[He returns it, holding Soramaru in the kiss and his self-control is so strained and spread thin right now, he can't hold back the soft moan.]

Soramaru...

[ hearing him moan is a small victory, and he can't help but let his lips curl up indignantly against sousei's. he tightens his grip, stroking harder but not quickening his pace. ]

Don't get cocky, brat.

[He's gasping but smirking a little, turned on and incredibly hard but he tugs Soramaru's head to the side and licks his neck, biting down gently and sucking on the flesh there.]

[ he gasps and shudders as he's marked, hand instinctively gripping tighter. sorry if that's painful but this is your fault. ]

[It doesn't hurt enough to affect his boner. He drags his nails down Soramaru's spine lightly, drawing him closer. Still kissing his skin.]

[ ah-- no, that feels so good too. it's cheating, to act back on his objectives when he's already finished and trying to get sousei off -- ]

[You're a teenager you can deep with getting hard again. His breath his warm on Soramaru's neck and his fingers knead the small of his back.]

Keep it up...

[ he picks up the speed of his strokes, trying to finish things off before sousei can hit more of his objectives and turn things back on him again. ]

[Even though he's tugging Soramaru close so that even as Sora strokes his cock their chests and stomachs are touching and Soramaru and Sousei's hands both brush over Soramaru's stomach and hips and dick even if only lightly?]

[ ...so, so unfair. ]

Master--

If you're going to sit in my lap and touch me I hope you're prepared for the consequences.

[It's gentle and playful and way too late for any kind of warning, letting go of Soramaru's hand and brushing his fingers back over his cock.]

[ 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.]