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17 / Male / Bi / FourThree of Clubs
17 / Male / Bi / Four
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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.]