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