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. ]
I like watching you. [He can get impatient when he does it anyhow, and they both know it's better for Himuro to prepare himself as much as possible. Murasakibara's always been big, and this doesn't just end at his height. The last thing he wants is to actually hurt the other boy
He leans in to steal another quick kiss as he's urged back. For a moment he lingers, clearly internally debating on if it's really worth it to go through all of this right now. There were other ways to have sex that didn't involve Murasakibara having to take his hands off of him... But the temptation comes and goes, and there's another kiss before he shifts so he can lean against the headboard and watch Himuro.]
I know you do. [ It's part of the reason he's sure Murasakibara will agree to it so easily, though the bigger reason definitely has to do with knowing it's best if he does it himself. But it benefits both of them and he has to admit that he likes being watched probably as much as Murasakibara likes watching him.
So he moves to straddle his legs, sitting on his lap for a few moments as he slicks his fingers and drops the bottle to the side for the time being. Then his gaze shifts to Murasakibara again as he pushes himself up on his knees, giving himself the space to begin pressing one finger into himself. His free hand splays out against the taller boy's stomach, serving for balance as much as it does for the sake of keeping more contact as he works his finger into himself. ]
[Murasakibara sighs slowly, a noise of lazy contentment as he watches Himuro. There's a feeling of-- Not pride, exactly. He wouldn't even call it possession, but maybe there's just something smug about it, in knowing he was the only one who'd see him like this.
He reaches out to rest his hands on Himuro's legs, running them up his thighs to rest at his hips, thumbs rubbing light circles against the skin. Murasakibara's deliberately avoiding touching his cock, though his hands have strayed close--he's half-concerned if he starts that Himuro might rush or get distracted, and that his own impatience might get the better of him.]
[ It's for the best that Murasakibara not touch him like this, because it would inevitably make him rush since he's already impatient. But hands straying so close to his cock is almost enough to manage the same. It's good for a tease, even if it's not intentional on Murasakibara's part. And it leaves Himuro sinking his finger in deeper with a groan, his body rocking down against the pressure.
Despite the touch and how much it makes him want to hurry things up, he does manage to take enough time. One finger gives way to two and that gives way to three, the last stage not lasting all that long before he's slipping his fingers out and seeking out the lube again. ] I can't wait to feel you...
[Murasakibara makes a soft noise, chewing on his bottom lip as he watches Himuro. His eyes follow the line of his throat, the way his muscles tense and relax. His thumbs rub circles into his skin, trying not to let the impatience get to him either.
That's a feat in and of itself, but he at least tries when Himuro is involved. That doesn't mean he isn't completely pleased to see it end though, his cock already hard and heavy from watching and knowing what was to come next.
His hand slides up and down Himuro's thighs a moment and he nods in agreement.]
Are you sure you're ready? I'm not going to let you hold back once I'm inside. [It's probably for the best Himuro's on top anyhow to actually control the pace a little more]
I'm sure. I don't want to hold back. [ With the lube in hand, he shifts enough to put some in his palm to spread along Murasakibara's cock. It's probably a little messier than it needs to be, but more is better for them and the impatience is winning out.
With that done, Himuro pushes himself up on his knees and carefully guides Murasakibara against him, taking a breath before he begins to sink down. A groan slips out as he feels the head of his cock enter and he slowly lowers himself a bit more before he pulls his hand away, both ending up on top of Murasakibara's hands at his thighs as he aims to take his entire length in. ]
[He always has to be mindful of his own strength. With Himuro it's not so hard, since he can usually take a little more than others, but he's very aware of it in situations like this when he knows his grip might leave some bruises on Himuro's thighs from just how hard he's gripping at him. Especially when he begins to finally sink down on his cock.
Murasakibara hisses out a breath, his fingers twitching slightly before he forces himself to relax his grip a little.
He wants to tell Himuro that he doesn't have to try take it all at once, not in one go, but it's both too hot to stop him, and Murasakiabra can't manage to form the words in the first place. At the touch of Himuro's hands on his own, he moves one to interlace their fingers together, a quiet show of support and intimacy.]
Tatsuya. [He mutters back in response, shifting just a little so he can sit up to kiss him]
[ Bruises aren't the end of the world if they end up on Himuro's thighs. He'd just have to take later showers until they fade to make sure nobody else sees them. They're better made with Murasakibara's mouth, though, so he's glad that he's thoughtful when it comes to his grip when he could easily go a bit too hard at times like this.
He's focused on not pushing himself down too quickly and the feeling of their fingers lacing earns a squeeze to show that he's fine, even if it's a bit slow.
It's when Murasakibara shifts that he lets out another groan, the sound soon muffled into a kiss as he sinks lower until he's still, that length buried inside of him for the moment as he rolls his hips and quiets another moan against Murasakibara's lips. ]
[The squeeze of his hand is reassuring and Murasakibara release a slow breath, trying to curb his own impatience. But Himuro is hot and tight and he wants nothing more than to pull him down or slam his hips up and make him cry out--it's always nice to see Himuro lose his composure this way.
The roll of his hips makes Murasakibara inhale sharply, his free hand rubbing at Himuro's thigh and up his side, before he moves it back down to touch his fingers against his cock. He doesn't pump his hand around it right away, not wanting to completely overwhelm him, but he strokes his thumb over the tip with a hum. After what feels like forever, (but, likel, is really only 30 seconds), he presses his hips up a little himself, encouraging Himuro to move again as impatience claws at him again.]
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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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He leans in to steal another quick kiss as he's urged back. For a moment he lingers, clearly internally debating on if it's really worth it to go through all of this right now. There were other ways to have sex that didn't involve Murasakibara having to take his hands off of him... But the temptation comes and goes, and there's another kiss before he shifts so he can lean against the headboard and watch Himuro.]
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So he moves to straddle his legs, sitting on his lap for a few moments as he slicks his fingers and drops the bottle to the side for the time being. Then his gaze shifts to Murasakibara again as he pushes himself up on his knees, giving himself the space to begin pressing one finger into himself. His free hand splays out against the taller boy's stomach, serving for balance as much as it does for the sake of keeping more contact as he works his finger into himself. ]
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He reaches out to rest his hands on Himuro's legs, running them up his thighs to rest at his hips, thumbs rubbing light circles against the skin. Murasakibara's deliberately avoiding touching his cock, though his hands have strayed close--he's half-concerned if he starts that Himuro might rush or get distracted, and that his own impatience might get the better of him.]
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Despite the touch and how much it makes him want to hurry things up, he does manage to take enough time. One finger gives way to two and that gives way to three, the last stage not lasting all that long before he's slipping his fingers out and seeking out the lube again. ] I can't wait to feel you...
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That's a feat in and of itself, but he at least tries when Himuro is involved. That doesn't mean he isn't completely pleased to see it end though, his cock already hard and heavy from watching and knowing what was to come next.
His hand slides up and down Himuro's thighs a moment and he nods in agreement.]
Are you sure you're ready? I'm not going to let you hold back once I'm inside. [It's probably for the best Himuro's on top anyhow to actually control the pace a little more]
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With that done, Himuro pushes himself up on his knees and carefully guides Murasakibara against him, taking a breath before he begins to sink down. A groan slips out as he feels the head of his cock enter and he slowly lowers himself a bit more before he pulls his hand away, both ending up on top of Murasakibara's hands at his thighs as he aims to take his entire length in. ]
Atsushi...
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Murasakibara hisses out a breath, his fingers twitching slightly before he forces himself to relax his grip a little.
He wants to tell Himuro that he doesn't have to try take it all at once, not in one go, but it's both too hot to stop him, and Murasakiabra can't manage to form the words in the first place. At the touch of Himuro's hands on his own, he moves one to interlace their fingers together, a quiet show of support and intimacy.]
Tatsuya. [He mutters back in response, shifting just a little so he can sit up to kiss him]
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He's focused on not pushing himself down too quickly and the feeling of their fingers lacing earns a squeeze to show that he's fine, even if it's a bit slow.
It's when Murasakibara shifts that he lets out another groan, the sound soon muffled into a kiss as he sinks lower until he's still, that length buried inside of him for the moment as he rolls his hips and quiets another moan against Murasakibara's lips. ]
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The roll of his hips makes Murasakibara inhale sharply, his free hand rubbing at Himuro's thigh and up his side, before he moves it back down to touch his fingers against his cock. He doesn't pump his hand around it right away, not wanting to completely overwhelm him, but he strokes his thumb over the tip with a hum. After what feels like forever, (but, likel, is really only 30 seconds), he presses his hips up a little himself, encouraging Himuro to move again as impatience claws at him again.]