[ Being pulled closer just makes Himuro smile to himself as he feels the shiver he earns. He considers nipping at Murasakibara's earlobe, but doesn't quite get the chance before he pulls back and puts some space between them after a much appreciated kiss, leaving him staring back in return.
And then he hears that confession and there's a softer smile on Himuro's face as he tilts his head in, lips pressing to Murasakibara's again. ]
I know we didn't need to say it, but thank you. [ Because it's honestly so obvious that they don't need to mention or confess their feelings all that much. Murasakibara is easy to read, even when he's being stubborn. And Himuro hopes he's made his own feelings obvious before saying them so bluntly.
But with that all said, he nips at Murasakibara's bottom lip and pulls one arm back, one hand sliding down his side so fingers can curl into his shirt then slide up under it to brush against skin. ]
[He hums in response to the thanks. Embarrassing as it was, it does feel nice to have these things acknowledged in a more solid, "real" way.] I'll say it more if you want. [Because Himuro does a lot for him as it is, and Murasakibara doesn't feel like he does too much to retaliate. He's sure Himuro would say that it's fine, that Murasakibara does more than he knows or whatever, but this gives him something to actually deliver.
Well, not that it really matters. They're both comfortable and happy with what they have. As quickly as the thoughts come, they go, Murasakibara becoming thoroughly distracted by the other's hands and mouth. Muscles twitch slightly beneath Himuro's fingers, a little ticklish at the initial touch, before he moves forward to chase after the kiss.]
Bored with talking already, Murochin? [Not that he's complaining at all, but it's something of a tease even as his own hands begin to tug at Himuro's shirt with a slight impatience and he leans in for another kiss]
Just say it when you feel like it. I will, too. [ It's not a request to hear in constantly, because it would be strange to suddenly start expressing that kind of sentiment all the time. But Himuro definitely doesn't mind asking that it's said when he feels it most. That seems ideal for the two of them since they tend to lean toward actions more than words for expressing their feelings for each other anyway.
The question makes him grin against Murasakibara's lips as he pushes his hand higher, letting his shirt bunch up at his wrist as he presses his palm against his stomach and slides it up toward his chest. After a second kiss, he speaks against his lips, unwilling to pull back just yet despite the impatient tugging at his shirt. ]
Maybe I liked hearing you say that a lot. [ It's teasing as well, offered before another kiss that he soon breaks to pull back this time, tugging Murasakibara's shirt up with the intention of pulling it off and giving him the space to do the same to his shirt in return. ]
[Murasakibara huffs lightly, goosebumps rising with a shiver as Himuro's hand continues to move against him. The clothing they're wearing suddenly seems like way too much, an annoying obstacle and just who decided wearing clothes was a thing anyhow? Maybe he'll start enforcing a no-clothing policy in their home.
He doesn't get much time to voice his amazing new idea though, since he's interrupt by his shirt being pulled at. He stops pulling at Himuro's so he can help get his own shirt off.] Is that what it takes to get you fired up? I'll let the team know.
[Okay no, obviously he won't, but now that his shirt is off he tugs impatiently at Himuro's again.] Take this off too. [He pulls at it, but he's trying not to be too aggressive with it--the last thing either of them needs is for Murasakibara to stretch or, god forbid, rip Himuro's shirt.]
[ A no-clothing policy would go over well until somebody shows up looking for one, or both, of them and ends up seeing more than they bargained for. Not that Himuro would protest it either way. Stripping everything off at the door would make moments like this so much easier.
Because he knows he's eventually going to need to get off of Murasakibara's lap. For now, though, Himuro just laughs at the thought of the rest of the team hearing about that as he tugs that shirt off and drops it aside. ]
It wouldn't do much to hear it from them. [ He pulls back slightly and tugs his own shirt off at the impatient demand, letting it fall to the side with Murasakibara's shirt. Then Himuro leans in again, lips pressing to his neck and moving downward, kisses trailing against his bare shoulder. ]
[It's annoying, having to go through all this trouble just to get to what's underneath. Like a present, only Murasakibara supposes he doesn't mind unwrapping those all the time. There's something to the mystery of it, but... THis isn't really a mystery. He knows what lies underneath Himuro's clothing even though that knowledge doesn't prevent the little thrill of excitement that coils in his stomach.]
Hmm... [Murasakibara makes a small, disgruntled noise. Now that he's said it, the thought of their teammates--or anyone else--saying things like that to Himuro makes his brow furrow. Himuro's mouth is distracting though and Murasakibara slides his hands against the other's skin in slow strokes, just feeling the skin and coil of muscle beneath. While they both tended to be on the 'tall and lanky' side, there was no denying that Himuro was powerfully built too. Underestimating any of them was always a terrible move.
He sighs softly, a huff of a breath, and grumbles petulantly] Nevermind. No one else is allowed to say those things to you but me.
[ What's more annoying is needing to move around so much to manage to get everything off. They haven't gotten to that point yet, but Himuro's already regretting that he'll need to get up from a spot he's currently settled and comfortable in. A spot he'd like to remain, but it's a position that blocks both of them from shedding anything below the belt and he knows they're unlikely to stop at just shirts.
Not with the way those fingers are stroking over his skin, making Himuro press in as he gently nips at Murasakibara's shoulder. The petulance earns a near smirk, both fond of him and pleased that he's not the only one with a bit of a possessive streak. ]
I get confessions sometimes. [ It's teasing, though he's not making it up. Himuro lifts his head, teeth finding Murasakibara's jaw to angle another light bite to his skin. ] Will you confront them?
[There's a grumbling, growling sort of noise at that, his hands turning a little impatient and aggressive as he pulls at Himuro's pants]
I'll crush them. [Obviously. It's the only way to deal with that sort of thing.] Though... [He trails off a moment and then huffs, reluctantly coming to acknowledge something vitaly important here.]
It's hard to blame them. I guess. [Sometimes, Murasakibara looks at Himuro and can't imagine that the entire world wouldn't fall in love with him if given half the chance] But still, they can't have you.
[ The pulling makes it clear that he'll be changing positions soon enough, the impatience clear.
But the answer he gets, crushing aside, is a little bit of a surprise. It's not what Himuro expects, but it's also not what he thinks of himself either. Confessions are always a surprise. ]
You don't need to crush them. [ His hands move down, curling over Murasakibara's to pull them away so he has the space to push himself up from his lap. ] I'm all yours, Atsushi.
[He might've joked about Himuro being possessive or whatever before, but it is nice to hear that, like a confirmation. Himuro is beautiful, and it seems obvious enough to Murasakibara that anyone who spends any amount of time with him should want him.
It's nice to know no one will, because Murasakibara has him instead. So there's a little hum of acknowledgement that turns into an annoyed noise when the other moves away. He knows that he has to, otherwise, these pants are never coming off, but still]
Still think we should stop wearing pants. How annoying. [Grumble grumble.]
[ He could tease Murasakibara, but he prefers being honest with him rather than making him think anyone else might have a chance just to see his reaction. Himuro wants him to know he doesn't have to worry about it, that other confessions have no chance of pulling him away from what they have.
Unlike the need to get his pants off, which does force him to drag himself away. He lets out a laugh at the grumbling, standing in front of Murasakibara to push his pants off of his own hips. ]
We'll start after this. No pants as long as we're alone together. [ It's a playful sort of promise offered as Himuro sheds his pants and kicks them aside, thumbs hooking under the waist of boxer-briefs after. ]
[He can't help but laugh a little, a soft 'ha' noise under his breath, and looks pleased at Himuro's indulgence of his silly little idea. He's pretty sure it won't actually be followed through with, but for now it's fine to pretend.]
It'll make things easier. [Just helpfully pointing that out! For now, though, he's content to watch Himuro strip with a heavy gaze. He should maybe be working on undoing the rest of his clothes himself, but he's far more interested in this right now. Murasakibara shifts to his knees, reaching out one hand to rest against the other boy's hip for balance as he leans forward to press a kiss against his stomach. The kiss trails down a bit further, past his navel and over to his hip, while his free hand joins Himuro's in curling around the waistband to give an impatient little tug.
He's not going to go so far as to rip them off himself (y...et), because he's pretty sure Himuro might get annoyed with him for that and he'd rather not waste time going through apologizing and blahblahblah. No time for that when Murasakibara'd rather keep tasting him.]
[ It can be indulged to a point. Himuro can reason being without pants, or even almost naked, past a certain time. It's not like people are showing up at their door all that often since texting is a thing.
He smiles when Murasakibara points it out, but he already knows how much easier it would make things. In a way, that could be a downside, too. He's almost positive that clothes serve as a deterrent that keeps them from ending up in bed with one another a lot more often. But having lips against his skin and a hand at his hip does make him think that being down to underwear on a normal basis might have a lot more of an upside.
Himuro watches for a couple of moments before the tug wins out and he pushes his underwear down, only going as far as his thighs since Murasakibara can easily drag it down the rest of the way without making him lean down. Whether he takes the chance to do it or not, though, doesn't really matter since the push is more than enough to reveal just how hard he is. ]
[Himuro thinks too much, he's pretty sure. It's a good thing, since someone has to actually think ahead and not do things in the moment. He's good at keeping Murasakibara grounded, and Murasakibara likes to think he helps Himuro lighten up a little.
There's a triumphant, pleased little hum when the other relents and exposes himself, Murasakibara pulling them down the rest of the way so he can just step out of them. Not that he's paying much attention after that, his focus turning instead solely on how hard Himuro is already.]
Already this excited? [He can't help but tease, amused, and he wraps his fingers around him. Murasakibara strokes him lightly as he kisses at Himuro's hip again before pressing another kiss to the side of his cock, peering up at him through his lashes to watch his reactions]
[ Between them, Himuro is definitely the one who thinks too much. But it helps keep balance with the two of them, so he doesn't try to stop it just like he he doesn't try to stop Murasakibara from distracting him at times. They compliment each other in that sense.
He barely lifts each foot just enough to step out of his underwear and brush them aside, his gaze fixed on Murasakibara as he does. The tease gets a grin out of him, amused before a hand wraps around him and has him sucking in a breath.
With his hands free, he's able to slide one into Murasakibara's hair, fingers carding through it as he bites his lower lip. For as well as Himuro hides things around other people, it's hard to do the same here. ] Wouldn't it be the same for you?
Hmm. [A hum of acknowledgement, his eyelids fluttering closed briefly at the feeling of Himuro's fingers through his hair. He wants to sink into the feeling and just sit there for a while letting him do this, but he knows better. Besides, he'd be lying if he said he didn't like doing this.
He's always got his mouth on something-- this is no different, and they both can enjoy it. Win/win.]
I am. Seeing you get excited makes me excited too. It makes me want to do it even more. [He says in the same lazy tone as ever though, licking a line up to the head of his cock before slowly taking it into his mouth, the corners of his mouth curved in a light smile]
[ He'll happily slide his fingers through Murasakibara's hair to help put him to sleep later. For now, though, the move is more about urging him on and appreciating their current position, even if it's bound to change soon. ]
Atsushi... [ It's almost maddening, that he can sound the same way while saying something and doing something like this. It has Himuro groaning out his name, fingers briefly tightening in his hair.
For probably not the first or last time, he has to wonder if the skill comes from the amount of snacks that he eats. ]
[He likes the way Himuro says his name like this, and it makes Murasakibara smile more. The slight pull of his hair is welcomed too if the little hum of approval is anything to go by.
He flattens his tongue against the shaft, sliding his head up and then back down. His tongue swirls around the head, reminiscent of how one might overly enjoy a lollipop. It's not that all of his skill with this comes from the snacks and things... But most of it? Yeah. It's just adapting it to a different setting. Too bad you couldn't put that on a resume.
He could drag this out forever though, slowly drawing out every noise and building it up--at least, until Himuro got sick of it himself. But Murasakibara liked testing his patience once in a while.]
[ Himuro doesn't hear the hum as much as he feels it, but he understands the approval that comes along with it. He's not too rough with the way his fingers remain curled in Murasakibara's hair, though he does keep his grip to urge him on.
Not that he needs it. He's good with his mouth, too good, and it has Himuro wishing he'd had enough thought to sit down on the edge of the bed before this. As things are, Murasakibara easily has more control than he does. Which is exactly why he can get away with dragging things out, the slow attention leaving his breath growing shorter as a quiet, breathy laugh escapes him. ]
If you keep going like this, you'll need to hold me up. [ Mainly because the slow build of pleasure leaves his thighs tense and there's no way that's going to hold out for as long as things could last. But it's just as much a point of his dwindling patience.
His fingers slide through Murasakibara's hair after his grip loosens a little, his gaze trained downward. ] Don't go too far, Atsushi.
[Himuro's patience running short amuses Murasakibara more than it concerns him-it was kind of funny, really, how people could sometimes peg Himuro so wrong. He was popular for a reason, with people seeming to think the good looks and all meant he was somehow endlessly patient and kind. And in a way they weren't wrong, but he couldn't help wonder how their opinions would change if they saw him lose his cool.
Holding Himuro wouldn't wouldn't be too much of a problem, but it would be annoying. Murasakibara slides his mouth down until he's nearly to the base, his tongue rubbing against the underside of the other's cock before he begins to ease back again. When he pulls his mouth all the way off, he still doesn't quite leave it, smoothing his mouth along the side of it, his lips brushing against it as he speaks.]
Tatsuya's getting demanding now. [He observes to no one in particular, licking a stripe back up to the head.] Should I stop?
[ It would certainly throw others off to see him lose his cool, but, short of emotional instances on the court, it's unlikely to ever happen. Himuro prefers that other people make their assumptions, that they think he's kind but somewhat hard to reach. It's preferable to ending up with some kind of fanclub or being asked out constantly. And it feels that much better when he can be himself around Murasakibara.
Who, at the moment, is driving him insane. The way he takes nearly his entire cock into his mouth has Himuro's breath catching, a groan coming out rougher than intended. He knows he's being teased, provoked, but it still gets to him as he watches Murasakibara pull his head back and feels lips against him when he speaks. He's being toyed with and he's enjoying it.
But he's still impatient. His fingers curl, almost rough in the way he grips purple hair. ] It's up to you, isn't it? But I'm going to ride you if you stop now.
[The corner of Murasakibara's mouth curves in a pleased manner, not at all minding the roughness of Himuro's grip. It's a little annoying out on the court when he gets riled up--it almost always means more work on Murasakibara's end. But in the bedroom?
This is just fun.
He takes his time with deciding, swirling his tongue around the tip again before sliding his cock into his mouth, head bobbing a little in a lewd parody of a completely different sex act they'll be getting to sooner rather than later. He really did like this, though, and could probably keep it up for hours, just lazily licking at Himuro's cock and swallowing him down; but Himuro wanted to move on and the promise of being able to watch the other riding him is temptation enough.
So he finally pulls away, making a show of licking his lips as he tilts his head back in a show of acceptance of this.] I want to see that.
[ It's not much of a threat and Himuro knows when he offers it up. He knows the pull on his hair doesn't bother Murasakibara. And he knows that what basically becomes an offer to do more of the work isn't going to be passed up so easily.
But it's not like Himuro minds either option. The little show he gets before Murasakibara makes a decision, though, does leave him letting out a groan as if he might regret getting him to stop so soon. It's lucky that he knows he doesn't need to, that he could earn the same treatment again in a while.
For now, he's watching as he pulls back, fingers loosening in his hair. ] Then you should move to the bed.
[ It's more suggestion than demand since he knows Murasakibara will undoubtedly listen to it. ]
Ahh, I knew there was a catch. [He's joking though, his tone light. Of course he has to do some work and get up, how annoying!
Only not really, except he does wish there was a way to do it all that didn't involve having to let go of Himuro. But he lightly presses at the other boy's hip for him to back up a little so he can climb to his feet himself.
His shirt is already off, but he takes the opportunity to pull off the rest of his clothes, his cock almost completely hard as he takes a seat on the bed. His eyes watch Himuro carefully, half-lidded and dark with anticipated lust.]
The stuff is in the drawer. [Lube, he means, because that's probably kind of important here]
[ The comment gets a smile as Himuro takes a step back with the press to his hip. He knows it's a little bit of a pain and that he'd prefer to remain close instead, too. But doing anything else does involve the need to move and the mentioned stuff in the drawer.
Once Murasakibara is seated on the bed, Himuro takes a brief moment to take in the sight of him before he moves to the drawer in question. And with the bottle of lube in hand, he returns to him, free hand pressing to his shoulder to urge him to his back. ]
I'll prepare myself. [ It's easier if he does, if only because he knows how to manage it as quickly as he can. He's too impatient to go another route.
And it means that Murasakibara gets to lie back and watch him, which he's sure he won't mind. ]
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And then he hears that confession and there's a softer smile on Himuro's face as he tilts his head in, lips pressing to Murasakibara's again. ]
I know we didn't need to say it, but thank you. [ Because it's honestly so obvious that they don't need to mention or confess their feelings all that much. Murasakibara is easy to read, even when he's being stubborn. And Himuro hopes he's made his own feelings obvious before saying them so bluntly.
But with that all said, he nips at Murasakibara's bottom lip and pulls one arm back, one hand sliding down his side so fingers can curl into his shirt then slide up under it to brush against skin. ]
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Well, not that it really matters. They're both comfortable and happy with what they have. As quickly as the thoughts come, they go, Murasakibara becoming thoroughly distracted by the other's hands and mouth. Muscles twitch slightly beneath Himuro's fingers, a little ticklish at the initial touch, before he moves forward to chase after the kiss.]
Bored with talking already, Murochin? [Not that he's complaining at all, but it's something of a tease even as his own hands begin to tug at Himuro's shirt with a slight impatience and he leans in for another kiss]
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The question makes him grin against Murasakibara's lips as he pushes his hand higher, letting his shirt bunch up at his wrist as he presses his palm against his stomach and slides it up toward his chest. After a second kiss, he speaks against his lips, unwilling to pull back just yet despite the impatient tugging at his shirt. ]
Maybe I liked hearing you say that a lot. [ It's teasing as well, offered before another kiss that he soon breaks to pull back this time, tugging Murasakibara's shirt up with the intention of pulling it off and giving him the space to do the same to his shirt in return. ]
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He doesn't get much time to voice his amazing new idea though, since he's interrupt by his shirt being pulled at. He stops pulling at Himuro's so he can help get his own shirt off.] Is that what it takes to get you fired up? I'll let the team know.
[Okay no, obviously he won't, but now that his shirt is off he tugs impatiently at Himuro's again.] Take this off too. [He pulls at it, but he's trying not to be too aggressive with it--the last thing either of them needs is for Murasakibara to stretch or, god forbid, rip Himuro's shirt.]
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Because he knows he's eventually going to need to get off of Murasakibara's lap. For now, though, Himuro just laughs at the thought of the rest of the team hearing about that as he tugs that shirt off and drops it aside. ]
It wouldn't do much to hear it from them. [ He pulls back slightly and tugs his own shirt off at the impatient demand, letting it fall to the side with Murasakibara's shirt. Then Himuro leans in again, lips pressing to his neck and moving downward, kisses trailing against his bare shoulder. ]
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Hmm... [Murasakibara makes a small, disgruntled noise. Now that he's said it, the thought of their teammates--or anyone else--saying things like that to Himuro makes his brow furrow. Himuro's mouth is distracting though and Murasakibara slides his hands against the other's skin in slow strokes, just feeling the skin and coil of muscle beneath. While they both tended to be on the 'tall and lanky' side, there was no denying that Himuro was powerfully built too. Underestimating any of them was always a terrible move.
He sighs softly, a huff of a breath, and grumbles petulantly] Nevermind. No one else is allowed to say those things to you but me.
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Not with the way those fingers are stroking over his skin, making Himuro press in as he gently nips at Murasakibara's shoulder. The petulance earns a near smirk, both fond of him and pleased that he's not the only one with a bit of a possessive streak. ]
I get confessions sometimes. [ It's teasing, though he's not making it up. Himuro lifts his head, teeth finding Murasakibara's jaw to angle another light bite to his skin. ] Will you confront them?
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I'll crush them. [Obviously. It's the only way to deal with that sort of thing.] Though... [He trails off a moment and then huffs, reluctantly coming to acknowledge something vitaly important here.]
It's hard to blame them. I guess. [Sometimes, Murasakibara looks at Himuro and can't imagine that the entire world wouldn't fall in love with him if given half the chance] But still, they can't have you.
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But the answer he gets, crushing aside, is a little bit of a surprise. It's not what Himuro expects, but it's also not what he thinks of himself either. Confessions are always a surprise. ]
You don't need to crush them. [ His hands move down, curling over Murasakibara's to pull them away so he has the space to push himself up from his lap. ] I'm all yours, Atsushi.
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It's nice to know no one will, because Murasakibara has him instead. So there's a little hum of acknowledgement that turns into an annoyed noise when the other moves away. He knows that he has to, otherwise, these pants are never coming off, but still]
Still think we should stop wearing pants. How annoying. [Grumble grumble.]
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Unlike the need to get his pants off, which does force him to drag himself away. He lets out a laugh at the grumbling, standing in front of Murasakibara to push his pants off of his own hips. ]
We'll start after this. No pants as long as we're alone together. [ It's a playful sort of promise offered as Himuro sheds his pants and kicks them aside, thumbs hooking under the waist of boxer-briefs after. ]
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It'll make things easier. [Just helpfully pointing that out! For now, though, he's content to watch Himuro strip with a heavy gaze. He should maybe be working on undoing the rest of his clothes himself, but he's far more interested in this right now. Murasakibara shifts to his knees, reaching out one hand to rest against the other boy's hip for balance as he leans forward to press a kiss against his stomach. The kiss trails down a bit further, past his navel and over to his hip, while his free hand joins Himuro's in curling around the waistband to give an impatient little tug.
He's not going to go so far as to rip them off himself (y...et), because he's pretty sure Himuro might get annoyed with him for that and he'd rather not waste time going through apologizing and blahblahblah. No time for that when Murasakibara'd rather keep tasting him.]
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He smiles when Murasakibara points it out, but he already knows how much easier it would make things. In a way, that could be a downside, too. He's almost positive that clothes serve as a deterrent that keeps them from ending up in bed with one another a lot more often. But having lips against his skin and a hand at his hip does make him think that being down to underwear on a normal basis might have a lot more of an upside.
Himuro watches for a couple of moments before the tug wins out and he pushes his underwear down, only going as far as his thighs since Murasakibara can easily drag it down the rest of the way without making him lean down. Whether he takes the chance to do it or not, though, doesn't really matter since the push is more than enough to reveal just how hard he is. ]
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There's a triumphant, pleased little hum when the other relents and exposes himself, Murasakibara pulling them down the rest of the way so he can just step out of them. Not that he's paying much attention after that, his focus turning instead solely on how hard Himuro is already.]
Already this excited? [He can't help but tease, amused, and he wraps his fingers around him. Murasakibara strokes him lightly as he kisses at Himuro's hip again before pressing another kiss to the side of his cock, peering up at him through his lashes to watch his reactions]
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He barely lifts each foot just enough to step out of his underwear and brush them aside, his gaze fixed on Murasakibara as he does. The tease gets a grin out of him, amused before a hand wraps around him and has him sucking in a breath.
With his hands free, he's able to slide one into Murasakibara's hair, fingers carding through it as he bites his lower lip. For as well as Himuro hides things around other people, it's hard to do the same here. ] Wouldn't it be the same for you?
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He's always got his mouth on something-- this is no different, and they both can enjoy it. Win/win.]
I am. Seeing you get excited makes me excited too. It makes me want to do it even more. [He says in the same lazy tone as ever though, licking a line up to the head of his cock before slowly taking it into his mouth, the corners of his mouth curved in a light smile]
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Atsushi... [ It's almost maddening, that he can sound the same way while saying something and doing something like this. It has Himuro groaning out his name, fingers briefly tightening in his hair.
For probably not the first or last time, he has to wonder if the skill comes from the amount of snacks that he eats. ]
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He flattens his tongue against the shaft, sliding his head up and then back down. His tongue swirls around the head, reminiscent of how one might overly enjoy a lollipop. It's not that all of his skill with this comes from the snacks and things... But most of it? Yeah. It's just adapting it to a different setting. Too bad you couldn't put that on a resume.
He could drag this out forever though, slowly drawing out every noise and building it up--at least, until Himuro got sick of it himself. But Murasakibara liked testing his patience once in a while.]
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Not that he needs it. He's good with his mouth, too good, and it has Himuro wishing he'd had enough thought to sit down on the edge of the bed before this. As things are, Murasakibara easily has more control than he does. Which is exactly why he can get away with dragging things out, the slow attention leaving his breath growing shorter as a quiet, breathy laugh escapes him. ]
If you keep going like this, you'll need to hold me up. [ Mainly because the slow build of pleasure leaves his thighs tense and there's no way that's going to hold out for as long as things could last. But it's just as much a point of his dwindling patience.
His fingers slide through Murasakibara's hair after his grip loosens a little, his gaze trained downward. ] Don't go too far, Atsushi.
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Holding Himuro wouldn't wouldn't be too much of a problem, but it would be annoying. Murasakibara slides his mouth down until he's nearly to the base, his tongue rubbing against the underside of the other's cock before he begins to ease back again. When he pulls his mouth all the way off, he still doesn't quite leave it, smoothing his mouth along the side of it, his lips brushing against it as he speaks.]
Tatsuya's getting demanding now. [He observes to no one in particular, licking a stripe back up to the head.] Should I stop?
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Who, at the moment, is driving him insane. The way he takes nearly his entire cock into his mouth has Himuro's breath catching, a groan coming out rougher than intended. He knows he's being teased, provoked, but it still gets to him as he watches Murasakibara pull his head back and feels lips against him when he speaks. He's being toyed with and he's enjoying it.
But he's still impatient. His fingers curl, almost rough in the way he grips purple hair. ] It's up to you, isn't it? But I'm going to ride you if you stop now.
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This is just fun.
He takes his time with deciding, swirling his tongue around the tip again before sliding his cock into his mouth, head bobbing a little in a lewd parody of a completely different sex act they'll be getting to sooner rather than later. He really did like this, though, and could probably keep it up for hours, just lazily licking at Himuro's cock and swallowing him down; but Himuro wanted to move on and the promise of being able to watch the other riding him is temptation enough.
So he finally pulls away, making a show of licking his lips as he tilts his head back in a show of acceptance of this.] I want to see that.
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But it's not like Himuro minds either option. The little show he gets before Murasakibara makes a decision, though, does leave him letting out a groan as if he might regret getting him to stop so soon. It's lucky that he knows he doesn't need to, that he could earn the same treatment again in a while.
For now, he's watching as he pulls back, fingers loosening in his hair. ] Then you should move to the bed.
[ It's more suggestion than demand since he knows Murasakibara will undoubtedly listen to it. ]
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Only not really, except he does wish there was a way to do it all that didn't involve having to let go of Himuro. But he lightly presses at the other boy's hip for him to back up a little so he can climb to his feet himself.
His shirt is already off, but he takes the opportunity to pull off the rest of his clothes, his cock almost completely hard as he takes a seat on the bed. His eyes watch Himuro carefully, half-lidded and dark with anticipated lust.]
The stuff is in the drawer. [Lube, he means, because that's probably kind of important here]
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But doing anything else does involve the need to move and the mentioned stuff in the drawer.
Once Murasakibara is seated on the bed, Himuro takes a brief moment to take in the sight of him before he moves to the drawer in question. And with the bottle of lube in hand, he returns to him, free hand pressing to his shoulder to urge him to his back. ]
I'll prepare myself. [ It's easier if he does, if only because he knows how to manage it as quickly as he can. He's too impatient to go another route.
And it means that Murasakibara gets to lie back and watch him, which he's sure he won't mind. ]
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