{ the position gives him a very nice view, anyway. as he gets to gaze down at thoma while they exchange more of those addictive kisses. maybe it isn't the best one overall (his back may hate him later, with how he has to lean to keep those kisses going) but he does like the fact he has a hand free to let himself explore as well.
the hand in thoma's squeezes softly, a smile forming on the edge of his lips, as his other hand slides up over the other's stomach and abs. his fingers are barely ghosting over the skin, as though mesmerised he gets to touch him at all.
and then he is yet again incredibly distracted when there's a hand that isn't his own wrapped around his cock. air leaves his lungs in a rush, and his eyes flutter closed and he can't seem to stop himself from shifting slightly, hips rocking forward for more of that heat.
the moan he makes as he's teased makes his own face flush, his head tipping down a little more so his hair hides some of it. }
I may not survive- { it comes out in a rush when he finally gives him what he was asking for, firmer strokes that make his head spin in a way that make him lose focus.
when thoma's hand shifts a particular way, or goes at a certain speed, he'll hear gasps of encouragement from under ayato's breath. ah--yes mmngh right there.
his head drops lower, finally landing with his forehead tipped against thoma's chest. thoma will be able to feel the way ayato pants against his skin, mouth open as he struggles to remember to breathe, far too focused on the way his thighs tense, failing to hold himself back at all as he rocks into thoma's hand as he chases his own orgasm. }
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the hand in thoma's squeezes softly, a smile forming on the edge of his lips, as his other hand slides up over the other's stomach and abs. his fingers are barely ghosting over the skin, as though mesmerised he gets to touch him at all.
and then he is yet again incredibly distracted when there's a hand that isn't his own wrapped around his cock. air leaves his lungs in a rush, and his eyes flutter closed and he can't seem to stop himself from shifting slightly, hips rocking forward for more of that heat.
the moan he makes as he's teased makes his own face flush, his head tipping down a little more so his hair hides some of it. }
I may not survive- { it comes out in a rush when he finally gives him what he was asking for, firmer strokes that make his head spin in a way that make him lose focus.
when thoma's hand shifts a particular way, or goes at a certain speed, he'll hear gasps of encouragement from under ayato's breath. ah--yes mmngh right there.
his head drops lower, finally landing with his forehead tipped against thoma's chest. thoma will be able to feel the way ayato pants against his skin, mouth open as he struggles to remember to breathe, far too focused on the way his thighs tense, failing to hold himself back at all as he rocks into thoma's hand as he chases his own orgasm. }