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18 / Male / Bi / FourThree of Clubs
18 / Male / Bi / Four
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And despite being splayed out underneath Shinjiro, Scott doesn't yet fully lose that composure that he's decided to bury himself into. Still focused, though his cheeks are now flushed and his breaths far more uneven, with his hand moving to circle one pectoral before his fingers glide straight over one budding nipple and teasing his sensitivity right there with more passing rubs.
With Scott squeezing him just shy of pain as Shinjiro goes straight to cupping his groin, the mutant's back arching and emphasizing his own muscled chest now that his shirt is bunched up and clinging.]
Mm, yeah, keep going. It's fine. Although...
[His free hand tugs at the bottom of Shinjiro's shirt, trying to pull it up as much as he can-- fingers gripping tight around the material. A suggestion to get this taken off, although at the same time, he continues to grind down against the hand still cupping his half hard cock though his sweats. A part of him maybe unwinding just a bit, his hair becoming less tidy from its usual coil, as he lies flushed underneath him and not beating the fuckboy allegations one bit.] This is in the way, right?
[He asks breathlessly, voice tinted with arousal.]
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The mutant is a visual delight. Flushed, hair splaying back on the padded training mat of the floor, chest and stomach exposed with the way his shirt is shoved up. His muscles shift and tense and relax with every movement, another display of the speed and power he'd been displaying in their earlier spar. The faint shine of sweat and skin under the harsh gym lighting really defines it, and each motion of pleasure and need only serves to wind him up more.]
You're stupid gorgeous like this, you know...
[It's growled out, just a half thought as he returns to curling back in, his second hand moving up to run through his mussed hair, fingers curling in it to turn his head, letting him press right back into his neck, his quickening pulse, and the sheer warmth from him. The hand on Scott's dick grips more, sliding probably-too-languidly over the skin there, trying to draw out even more of that arching and breathing and sheer want that looks so good on the other man.]
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Yeah, just passing by all pretenses now, huh? No groping him through that clothed barrier, just his hand cupping him. His dick throbs half-hard against those warm fingers, Scott unable to stop his increasing uncontrolled reactions and the way he shamelessly twitches and rotates his hips, with one leg sprayed wide and the other rising up to wrap around Shinjiro's waist as he leans back in against him. It really is gratifying to have their chests pressed against each other, one hand snaking between them to trace those visible muscles he managed to look at, with the other cupping the back of Shinjiro's head-- hands loosely gripping his strands as he buries his face against his neck.
Fuck, it's hot, almost intimate in a stupid strange way, and he likes it. All of it. Scott's face remains flushed, his voice affected and breathy as he rolls his hips again-- encouraging that grip that's captured him.]
Hey, you're not so bad yourself. Hiding all that beneath that hoodie.
[Although, he does want to explore more. The hand that's been on Shinjiro's chest starts sliding down, inching closer and closer to the waistband of his jeans. First teasing with the edge before dipping straight down to grip his need, fingers curling before he pumps him hard. Once.]
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Scott ruts and presses his hips up into his hand, and Shinjiro can't help but encourage it-- grip tightening as he rolls up, loosening as he pulls back, keeping circled around his hardening dick.
The compliment being returned to him only gets the barest of acknowledgements, just a dismissive noise as he focuses more on everything else, his shoulders rolling back as the other man's hand trails down his waist as though to tease-- But instead directly grabs him. He's been obnoxiously hard the whole time, thanks to the suit, and is likely already damp with precum. His eyes shut and he lets out a pleased groan, tilting his hips into the grip as though expecting follow up-- but once seems to be all he's getting for this exact moment in time. He grip at Scott's hair tightens for a moment, almost pulling, before he forces his fingers to relax and just gives a frustrated huff.]
You really gonna tease right now?
[It's only a complaint on the surface, really. It's just a beginning, not nearly close enough to slake the burning frustration that's been building and burning since this started. In response, he doesn't pause his own stroking of the other man's cock, thumb slowly rolling up the shaft to press at the frenulum for an extended moment, before loosening back to the casual strokes again.]
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Yeah, I am. What are you going to do about it?
[Although, as cocky as he tries to sound-- not to mention it's mostly exaggerated anyway, there's a hitch at the end of his sentence there as Shinjiro continues to stroke his own need, body full on twitching and just so responsive still, leg tightening around his waist in encouragement. It's good, just something like this, though he can't ignore the fact that he really wants more too... and if he's feeling like this, he knows that the other is probably enduring it even harder.
He starts moving his hand, finally and actually paying attention to the other man. Fingers explorative at first, sliding up to his tip to swipe against the pre that's leaked from there, before gliding back down and spreading some of that slick against his flushed cock. All so that he can start stroking along the heat of his shaft, sometimes pausing just to tease fingertips right underneath that bulbous head-- nails edging right against sensitive skin.]
Mm, how much do you want man? I mean, like, I'm pretty okay with most shit.
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I just want to fuck you, [It's said bluntly and breathily, growled right next to Scott's ear and punctuated with another nip of it. It's honestly all he can think about right now-- not even the details, just the action, the sensation, the need to have a focus and a sensation for all the energy knotted up in his gut.
The downside is that would mean pulling back and giving space to. You know.Rrearrange some things. Find some lube (though he's sure there's plenty tucked into every corner of the fucking resort, so they won't have to look hard), spend the time actually preparing so there's no intestinal perforations or whatthefuckever. Full penetrative sex with other guys is super inconvenient, actually.
He doesn't let go of Scott's cock, though, swiping a thumb over the top and slowly pumping it again as he considers what he'd said.]
Might take too long... fuck, I dunno. [Let's be real: between the two of them, Scott's been here longer and is likely more experienced.]
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Then we'll get this ready.
[He tilts his head just enough to speak those words to him, quieter but audible because of their close distance. Scott isn't bothered by the idea of this taking too long and if that is the first thing that propped up in Shinjiro's mind, then... yeah. Of course. Helping him through what he's going through, it really is important to him, but again, more than willing to do this.
Scott just unwraps his leg from around the other man before reluctantly pressing his free hand against his shoulder, as if telling him to get up. It really does suck to get up right now, especially since Shinjiro's grip around his own hard cock still gets him to involuntarily twitch right underneath him.]
I know there's some lube by the bench there. This place always ready to support their guests with this. [Some derision in his voice, but he can't deny that it's very helpful right now.]
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Right. Go to the bench, get things, like he'd said. Then he could return and resume that contact and actually get somewhere more satisfying than them each just grinding with hands down each other's pants. While a basic part of his brain would prefer anything now over something better later, he forces through it.]
...Okay. [He mostly says it to kick himself into gear, to berate himself into actually following instructions and getting up. As he stands, he reaches down to do some quick dick adjusting, and then goes to scout for the lube Scott had mentioned. It's not hard to find. Like he'd said, the resort never left it's guests in need of sexual supplies. It barely takes half a minute for him to find it and return to kneeling on the mat, but it feels longer as his skin craves contact and another's warmth to add to his already feverish temperature. At least being separated is a decent time to take his damn jeans off, throwing those into the ether that the rest of the discarded clothes lives in. And he can feel thankful that Scott hasn't suggested anything as agonizing as going somewhere else.]
Here, [He offers Scott the lube after putting some in his hand, just in case he has any preference for application.]
And take your damn shorts off. [--or, don't? They probably stretch enough that they wouldn't be too much of a barrier, only serving as a soft semi-restraint of his thighs when pulled down past his ass, which is also kind of a hot visual in his mind. (Then again, what isn't a hot visual for him right now. ]
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He watches Shinjiro grab the lube from the bench before starting to make his way back to him-- and well, Shinjiro minus a couple articles of clothing. Fuck, okay. Strong, a little bulky, but still lean and yeah he's just appreciating his fully naked form now. Look, he's not ashamed in admitting that he's muscular and really kind of hot?? Appreciating hard muscle on other guys and how it lines their bodies has only been kind of a turn on since he got here.
Especially when he realized that he liked dudes too?? Yeah, that was a journey. But a journey worth having, probably, especially as Shinjiro hands him the lube and he laughs slightly, unable to stop himself. Someone is getting impatient, huh? Not that he really blames him. Honestly, he's controlling himself better than him when he got his suit flare...]
Yeah yeah, you're pretty damn bossy. [But sitting up, Scott starts yanking his shorts and boxers right off-- the loose enough clothing easily slipping past his thighs until he flings them off to the side. It's clear he doesn't care where they land, not when he's back to sitting down in only his training shirt with his erection clearly visible between them.
And then he's uncapping the lube and pouring it over his own fingers.]
So, you wanna just sit there and watch me? [He leans back slightly, other hand on the floor before he spreads his legs wide, and slowly teasing his lubed fingers down his abs and past his erection, before he decides to just slowly push one finger inside himself with much preamble.]
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Hell no, [Is the breathless reply he manages at Scott's teasing question, especially with the way he leans back and spreads his legs wide, dick leaning up against his stomach, everything on display, streaking the glistening lube down and into himself--
Like Shinjiro could sit back and watch, even if he'd wanted to.
He closes the distance between them quickly, sitting close, between those spread legs. He moves a hand between them to join Scott's, palm over the back of the other man's hand, his middle finger laying across the finger he'd breached himself with. His own hand is wet and slick, thanks to stealing some lube before handing the bottle to Scott: which is good because he doesn't hesitant with pressing at the edge of his anus, nudging his own finger up and against him to join Scott's inside him.]
Guess after a while here, you don't even hesitate, [It's an approving comment at Scott's willingness to jump right into it. Or hell, maybe this is how he prefers to do things. Either way, it's working out for Shinjiro.]
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Y-yeah, guess a part of me is used to it.
[Hold on, wait. His cheeks burn at that particular admission, and despite the fact that both his finger and Shinjiro's finger are now pressed inside him, spreading lube against his walls and starting to stretch him out, Scott actually tries to backtrack on what he just said because that's more critical. Never mind the fact that he keeps on pushing his finger in and out of his clenching entrance, his toes curled on the mat because of the small sparks of pleasure shooting up his spine.
Or the fact that he shivers when his pointer finger bumps into Shinjiro's own digit as they continue to spread him together.]
I mean. Like, I have sex here and there with my friends in different ways-- I don't always just take it up the ass. It's just. Whatever. [Send help. Scott's dignity has been thrown out the window and can't be recovered.]
Look I'm here helping you.
[HUFF. Bold words for someone that has two fingers up his ass and his cock still hard right above said appendages.]
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His tongue moves over his lower lip from where it had dried from the heavy breathing, eyes sunken down to watch the way Scott's stomach moves with his breathing, cock hard and needing on top, and both of their hands awkwardly working on and in him. It's such a tight heat, muscles gripping around his digit as his fingerpads rub at his soft insides, rubbing more of that lube around.]
-Yeah, it sure helps.
[He's just sort of absently agreeing-- all his attempts at restraint, even if they've mostly failed, have been wearing. As soon as he's able to fuck the other guy fully, he's sure all of those few higher processes are going to go completely out the window.
He draws his hand slightly up-- tugging at the resistance of his ass to both explore and test, before returning to sinking in, palm pressing at Scott's balls with the way his hand is almost cupped over his groin. He's considering trying to slot another digit in, but impatience has him lean in and press his mouth at Scott's throat.]
-You ready yet? [christ man calm down it's been 2 seconds]
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[His words are more breathy that he wanted them to be. He wanted to sound just a little confident and bratty, because that's how normal go to when dealing with emotions that make him flustered, unless he's trying to shove them down into a corner of his mind. But he's far too flushed, pleasure constantly spiking through him, to remain that much in control. Still some control, because he's taking the whole leader boy thing seriously, but some of it has been pulled away and completely thrown elsewhere.
Especially as Shinjiro tugs the stretch of his insides, a sharp gasp echoing between them before it's fully accompanied by a squirm as he feels his palm press and rotate right against his balls-- his movements only getting him to shuffle against their combined fingers and causing yet another groan to pull from him as his heat is provoked and touched. It almost feels like a repeated cycle, pleasure building on each other, until he snags his free hand downward to grip Shinjiro's own need in an almost commanding grip.
And in a slightly out of breath manner:]
You better get this in me.
[Yeah, totally doing this just for Shinjiro... at least it's clear that Scott is just as much as an impatient bastard as him.]
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Though they're impatient teenage idiots, if feels like he's been patient and wrestling with himself and the suit flaring brightly on his neck for ages. So he gives something of a relieved groan as he pushes in. As much as the skin contact had helped, as nice as it was when they were handling one another, this is a different experience all together: It soothes something that had been scratching at his nervous system since the flare had begun, like giving into a deep want or instinct. Like it's correct to mount the other guy like this, press against and into him, feel that tight pressure encircling his dick and sliding up the shaft as he locks their hips closer together.
If he had any etiquette, he would probably be expected to pause, check in (ask if the lube situation was enough?), give Scott time to adjust, whatever. But it's not like he's ever truly fucked another guy before, and it's not like he's even capable of that amount of higher thought or planning. The rest of the world has basically fallen away in his mind: it's just this.
So with an appreciative curse and another pleased noise, he roughly pulls back and thrusts into Scott again, shoulders riding up and hands curling tightly into whatever skin they can find at that intense, amazing, and almost soothing action, the flare of pleasure that shoots straight into his gut at the start of a rhythm.]
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Unfamiliar, of course, because this is the first time he's been with the other man, but he's also not completely new to this overall feeling. The way his walls stretch but also grip the full girth of his friend, squeezing warmly as if letting him know he's accepted him. Just shy of feeling overwhelmed, but full in a way that he doesn't know how to describe-- but it's good. Shinjiro fucking him feels good. Guess the best way to put it is that he just enjoys getting fucked, but that's a bit embarrassing!!
Besides, even if he is the one with the sensitive skin of his anus stretched snugly around his need, he strangely feels in control. For now. A small smile tugs at the corner of his lips, managing that much even as his heart rapidly beats in his chest-- though it quickly breaks as Shinjiro starts thrusting hard into him, each tugging pull and smooth push drawing out a moan from the mutant because he completely feels that.]
Y-yeah, that's good. Keep going. [He pants, cheeks lightly flushed and just a little out of breath, but he figures it might help to verbally encourage him?]
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In comparison, Shinjiro is rough and messy-- his hair falling forward with the way his back curves and Scott grips and pulls his shoulder in, mouth parted with heavy breaths, eyes eyes relatively unfocused as he repeatedly thrusts into the man. The gripping sensation holding him tightly, pressing into that tight heat and drawing back, every time stimulating his nerves like a jolt of electricity straight from his dick to his navel to his spine. It's too much and not enough all at once, and just leaves him seeking it again and again.
His fingers press into Scott's skin harder as he picks up the motions and pace with a sort of needing, almost growling noise-- something both pleased and frustrated, demanding and wanting more, despite having everything that Scott could give.
He shifts up on his knees, just enough for a different angle with each press into that decadent heat. With how painfully aroused the suit flare had made him, all the touch and contact and unintentional tease of their hands before this, the frenetic pace caring only about seeking pleasure, rather than anything else: it's probably no surprise that it's not long before he's coming, muscles tightening as he stutters hip thrusts through it, glamorlessly spilling thick heat deep into the other man.
And ordinarily that should be it, followed by muscles slacking and cock softening and awkwardly trying to recover any scrap of dignity left. But instead it's only a brief pause as he comes, before his motions start right back up, as though there had been no interruption.]
Hah.... fuck... I'm...? [It's just curses, but the bewilderment and faint shock of his own body's actions likely bleeds into the tone. It's nowhere near enough, sure, and he still wants more. Despite the wave of pleasure that had eclipsed everything else, it's... almost like it hadn't even happened. That aching need is still curled up deep in his gut, he still just wants to touch, as well as be enveloped within.
He moves a shaky hand to Scott's chest and shoulder, almost a mirror of the way Scott clutches his own, but doesn't have the energy or control to restrain himself or stop and unpack things. Sorry my dude, we goin'.]
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Yeah, never been a quiet sex partner.
An added hitch of his breath as he hears that nearly feral growl, legs tightening around Shinjiro's waist, clamping tight and encouraging, even as his body rocks against the mat of the training room. Shinjiro's pace getting rougher, quicker, thrusting in and out of his heat in a way that's almost addicting, especially with the way sparks travel up his spine. He feels like he's getting close, his erection flushed between their abs and--
Then feeling the sudden warm release painting his insides without warning, not disappointing, really, but surprising. Uh, especially the part where Shinjiro is still hard inside him and throbbing. Almost like didn't just bury his seed right into his heat.]
...Keep going.
[His voice a little gravelly, clearly affected, but encouraging-- even if it wasn't needed as Shinjiro starts resuming his fucking. His other arm wraps around Shinjiro's shoulder as he holds him, telling himself that this is what the other man needs, but honestly, it's how Scott is embracing all this with the knowledge that Shinjiro may need to come a couple more times. His cheeks flush hard at the thought, especially as the noise of the other man's dick sliding through his own release sounds throughout the otherwise quiet room. Obscene enough that his cock flushes bright red, with each snap of his hips sharpening that pleasure from earlier to something even more bright and overtaking.]
I still got you, alright?
[Scott pants while gripping onto his control as much as he can. Look his cock really does feel fucking incredible, raw and taking him.]
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The mat is absolutely going to need a clean when they're done, between the leaked lube and cum and their sweat from rolling and writhing against it, but surely the staff members are used to that. At least there are showers?
It feels like he's never quite caught his breath as he moves, every exhalation hot and stifling where he curls so close to Scott's chest and neck, and every inhalation just bringing with it the faintly salty taste of skin and the smell of people. Flesh and action and fluids, all wrapped around one another. Somewhere in it, he works on finding his voice, thought as before the words are jumbled and clearly unthought.]
--You're fucking great, [Hitched words, and honestly basic and dumb compared to the sensations he's trying to convey. He doesn't have the thought or the words to describe the impeccably tight, wet and sticky hole and how it feels around him, or the satisfaction of the tops of his thighs hitting Scott's ass with the desperate rutting, chasing yet another high.
Like Scott had said, he's still got him, he's still got the situation under control, even if it means laying on his back on the gym mat below them and being aggressively fucked into until Shinjiro reaches another climax-- just like the first, messily spilling into him. This time he does pause, though, muscles shivering as he shudders with it.
Still hard in him, though. But at least more focused on catching his breath and trying to get his mind to cooperate. He seems a little more focused after the second orgasm, though still speaks a bit slowly, like someone only half-present.]
--I'll probably owe you more than a burger for this. [And he can manage stupid, self-depreciating comments! It's a slight improvement. He can actually look at Scott's neglected, flushed dick, though.]
You still okay? You want me to... [He trails off, lowering one hand to stroke at his cock. You know. You wanna come too? Not yet? This is way more than either of them bargained for, so he honestly has no idea.]
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You're pretty good too. [A breathy answer, even as he squeezes his thighs tight around the form above him, holding and encouraging to keep going. Wanting him to take as much as he wants and needs. Also because it feels fucking good too, each slide now easy without much resistance as his entire insides are coated with warm seed. Should he be embarrassed by that? Kind of hard to, when it feels nice in its own way. God he really is such a fucking freak huh.
...Maybe it's okay though. His voice seems to agree anyway, as he continues to cry out Shinjiro's name with each slap of their bodies meeting and it elevating to a higher pitch as he feels the rush of his second release pour right inside him and furthering the mess that's between his legs. His ass shakes and clenches around that hard girth, recognizing and feeling for himself how the other teen still isn't quite done, but he's somehow kind of excited by it.]
Burger... fries. A huge ass milkshake. [Scott breathlessly lists, almost mindlessly, his own hips paused though his hand has reached to the back of Shinjiro's head to absently play with the hair back there. Pulling at his strands before burying fingers through them, maybe similar in the way his anus continues to cling tight around him and not wanting him to retreat. He's helpless full-- filled to the brim and leaking, but so strangely content despite being pushed to his limit. It's the kind of push he likes anyway, his head falling back to the mats as he pants in the open air-- though he suddenly sucks in a deep breath as a warm hand suddenly wraps around him.]
F-fuck! It won't... won't take much. [Scott shivers, his cock pulsing in his grip and straining almost painfully hard. He briefly glances down to look at the image of Shinjiro's hand fully encasing his length, but his head plops back down on the mat so he doesn't come just from that alone.] Although... just want to come when you're fully done.
[Why?? A challenge to himself maybe.]
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Especially since he... wants to hold out? Hey, if he's enjoying it, instead of suffering in the edging zone, then that's fine. He breathes out with a shaky nod and withdraws his hand, leaving it neglected and swollen and red so as not to send him careening obver the edge. Voice breathy and shaky, he'll acknowledge it with a quick:]
Alright.
[Honestly... it's probably better for him, too. Better to not have Scott overworked and oversensitive and needing a break and a rest when Shinjiro still hasn't gotten through the weird bodily intensity of his suit flare effects-- something he has no idea how long will last. Hell, he'd assumed it would end as soon as he reached an orgasm, but apparently the Peacock has other ideas.
He shifts his weight, if only to put the strain on slightly different muscles-- some of them are aching, but not nearly enough to dissuade the demanding need to keep going, keep lighting up the pleasure of that hot, slippery grip around his dick, the wetness of his own semen being pushed and pulled, dripping down to the mat as he works in and out of Scott.
His own mind is all over the place-- half uncertain and worried about what the hell is going on with him and his body with this, half wanting and needing absolutely more, wishing he had more limbs or people or something more to do with his mouth, half wondering just how much Scott could take, how much he could be filled with, how it must feel, if his cum is excessive the same way his saliva feels--]
Hah-- fuck... [Breathless curses in between groans, and even if there's a muscle in his ass he's sure is going to cramp up at some point, he can't help but pick up the intensity again. Maybe one day he'll be a less basic and repetitive fuck, but for now this is all he can manage, with brief spots of lucidity between the completely abandonment of control and trust to the other teen.]
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Honestly, it's pretty hard to hold onto it now, when Shinjiro is fucking him in a way that gets his legs to tighten against his back. Every thrust shoving more of his release inside him, spreading across his walls, making him a fucking mess that it seems stupid that he's trying to hold out at all. He feels like he's going to be dripping for days after this. One particular shove gets Scott to press his hand against his abdomen, feeling the slightest bulge there and fuck.
It should be disgusting or unreal or numerous other negative things, but he just tightens his body even harder around his friend's erection, encouraging him to keep going. Keeping fucking. His fingers tighten against their place on his body.]
Fuck man... can even feel you like this. [A wet admittance, drool nearly forming at the corner of his mouth from pure sensation. Warmth flooding his insides while his cock still so hard that it helps him from just fading into that.] It's a lot, but keep going. Don't think I can't handle it.
[His heels press again against the other teen's back.]
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Those heels dig into his back, and blearily he's watching how the spittle pools at Scott's mouth, mirroring how wet his own feels despite all his dry panting and frequent swallowing. Eventually all the sensations and visuals and scents really just blend together into one extremely wet mess, to the point that neither of them seem to care where they are or what they're doing, just the act of continuing both their chase.
Finally, though, he does peak again with a heavy groan, and this time it's more sustained. His mind blank, eyes half closed, muscles tensing and holding taut through the orgasm. And this time, it's like a pressure had been released-- like he's finally able to fully empty, finding an actual crest instead of an infinite crescendo. When the world fades back in everything is still ringing a bit-- but at least he's getting closer to that post-nut clarity, mind restarting somewhere in there.
Which--- right. Scott has just sort of put up with being rawly fucked into for a while. He's probably desperate for some sort of relief, too.]
Hey... just let go, alright? [His words are rough and shaky, but he does return his hand between them. He hasn't quite fully withdrawn yet, despite his cock softening, but leaving Scott to be edged into eternity would just be torturous and unfair. He grips him firmly, the residual lube a bit tacky by now, but there's plenty enough precum to roll over the flushed head and smooth out strokes along the shaft, rolling up and down in a steady rhythm.]
I got you for a sec. [And then he wants to pass out or something but he's sure that initial fatigue will pass and they'll be able to awkwardly clean up and reschedule their date. Or. Whatever.]
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And... something in him, no not all the cum, feels kind of proud to see Shinjiro slowly come back to himself. His suit flare has worn out.
He still keeps his legs loosely wrapped around Shinjiro as he slowly comes to from his final orgasm, his own smile kind of floppy even though he totally meant it as a smirk. It's just hard to be cocky when you're still halfway filled with cock. His brain really is soup, huh?]
Hey-- shit, man!
[There's a half-assed comment or speech or something halfway teasing that's about to emerge, but all that's wiped as Shinjiro starts stroking his stressed erection. Not that he forgot about that, but it was slightly pushed to the back of his mind. But now that he's being touched again, it really isn't going to take much-- he probably would've come in just a few seconds after he started. The way his thighs shake around his hips probably proves that.
But with his friend saying that he got him, it almost feels like permission that he can finally let go.
His own warm splatter spills across his fingers, with a low satisfied moan leaving him. It should feel super intense after holding out for so long, and it is, with how his dick continues to shake and spurt out droplets of his release and parts of his body feeling completely uncooperative, but he mostly feels relieved-- head dropping back against the mat with a flushed faced as he lets all those tingling sensations run through his nerves.]