[ yeah, it's nice being called the ace in bed, but hearing his name is just as, if not more satisfying. koushi's pretty vocal in bed, and it's definitely something mei's into. as a whole, he enjoys having koushi for a partner in these things--as he gets more and more used to the promiscuity that amoi promotes, he just keeps coming back for more.
plus, the scratch of his nails on his back feels good too, enough to send lines of sensation down his spine. just like the last time, with kazuya involved--he wore the scratch marks for a week. combine that with the pinch of his teeth and mei's eyes flutter, moving slow and steady up against him. mei rubs the pad of his thumb over his skin to try and get another one of those cute little noises out of him, and breaks away from the kiss to trail a long line of kisses down his jaw. they start out sweet, little pecks, until he reaches the junction of his shoulder and neck and presses his teeth to the spot, sucking in a little spot absolutely shamelessly.
(okay, maybe that has a little to do with kazuya.)
his other hand runs up suga's thigh, up and down, using his grip to keep rolling his hips forward. ] Kou~shi. [ he croons, presses his mouth over the spot, and though he says it, he's not really asking. ] You'll be loud for me, right?
[ as he kisses a little lower, arching up into the scratch of his nails, past his rucked up shirt. ]
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plus, the scratch of his nails on his back feels good too, enough to send lines of sensation down his spine. just like the last time, with kazuya involved--he wore the scratch marks for a week. combine that with the pinch of his teeth and mei's eyes flutter, moving slow and steady up against him. mei rubs the pad of his thumb over his skin to try and get another one of those cute little noises out of him, and breaks away from the kiss to trail a long line of kisses down his jaw. they start out sweet, little pecks, until he reaches the junction of his shoulder and neck and presses his teeth to the spot, sucking in a little spot absolutely shamelessly.
(okay, maybe that has a little to do with kazuya.)
his other hand runs up suga's thigh, up and down, using his grip to keep rolling his hips forward. ] Kou~shi. [ he croons, presses his mouth over the spot, and though he says it, he's not really asking. ] You'll be loud for me, right?
[ as he kisses a little lower, arching up into the scratch of his nails, past his rucked up shirt. ]