[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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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.]