{ it's hotter than he remembers or spent his time imagining over the past few weeks. ayato burns that look on thoma's face into his mind, lets it consume him completely.
he gives up on touching himself--however difficult it is, when his body yearns for it right now--to try and prepare himself for the inevitability. only, it comes faster than he'd expected. his mouth has to pull back on a small wheeze, eyes shutting as he can't catch it all. he doesn't even bother to do anything about his face or hair, hand focused on helping thoma wind down from his orgasm instead. it's definitely pushing it a little, when he knows there will be a level of overstimulation at some point, but he wants to ensure he finishes this properly. }
Oops. { his voice sounds foreign to himself, hoarse as it is when he speaks.
and then he tilts his head, mouth kissing at the hand held against his that has been gripping on for dear life. } I'll see to that in a moment...
{ he doesn't move to stand, doesn't move to wipe his face. instead, he gives thoma a smile against his skin and lets the hand that had been holding his to drift down to resume stroking himself again. it's much less erratic now, even with how his breath trembles, but he still wants--needs--the contact. }
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he gives up on touching himself--however difficult it is, when his body yearns for it right now--to try and prepare himself for the inevitability. only, it comes faster than he'd expected. his mouth has to pull back on a small wheeze, eyes shutting as he can't catch it all. he doesn't even bother to do anything about his face or hair, hand focused on helping thoma wind down from his orgasm instead. it's definitely pushing it a little, when he knows there will be a level of overstimulation at some point, but he wants to ensure he finishes this properly. }
Oops. { his voice sounds foreign to himself, hoarse as it is when he speaks.
and then he tilts his head, mouth kissing at the hand held against his that has been gripping on for dear life. } I'll see to that in a moment...
{ he doesn't move to stand, doesn't move to wipe his face. instead, he gives thoma a smile against his skin and lets the hand that had been holding his to drift down to resume stroking himself again. it's much less erratic now, even with how his breath trembles, but he still wants--needs--the contact. }