[ oh, now that's a nice sight. mei moves a little out of the way to let koushi get resituated and is rewarded for it immediately. he reaches out to run his hand down the plane of his back, mentally cataloguing moles and spots and the warmth of his skin, and squeezes his hip when he looks back. ]
Perfect. [ mei runs his hand back over his hip, a fingertip down his spine and speaks off handedly. ] Y'know, you're really pretty for a guy, Koushi.
[ like seriously. slim waist, nice legs, strong arms from volleyball, and that downy soft hair--suga's gorgeous. he's even cuter when he's starting to fall apart though, and mei leans over to trace his tongue where his fingers had been, a brief and sudden rush of wet warmth before he shifts away to kick out of his own pants and stick his thumb in his mouth. it's just for a brief second, and he settles behind koushi and runs the wet digit between his cheeks, curling his other hand against the flesh and giving a squeeze. ]
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Perfect. [ mei runs his hand back over his hip, a fingertip down his spine and speaks off handedly. ] Y'know, you're really pretty for a guy, Koushi.
[ like seriously. slim waist, nice legs, strong arms from volleyball, and that downy soft hair--suga's gorgeous. he's even cuter when he's starting to fall apart though, and mei leans over to trace his tongue where his fingers had been, a brief and sudden rush of wet warmth before he shifts away to kick out of his own pants and stick his thumb in his mouth. it's just for a brief second, and he settles behind koushi and runs the wet digit between his cheeks, curling his other hand against the flesh and giving a squeeze. ]