that's one definite thing suga can say about mei -- he's good with his hands. he has long fingers, delicate and strong all at once, and the way his callouses feel against the sensitive skin of suga's arousal is enough to make him arch up into mei's touch with a low moan. for a moment, he's forced to squeeze his eyes shut tightly, biting his lip to try and center himself again, but... yeah, that doesn't work. the lack of any kind of stimulation just makes what he's feeling that much sharper, leaves him with nothing to focus on but mei's touch. ]
I think you kn -- nnh... [ cut off as the pad of mei's thumb finds his slit, makes the muscles in his thighs twitch and shudder as he tries to thrust himself up into mei's hand. ] -- ah, Mei...
[ boy mei loves hearing his own name. his smirk widens just a little bit as he strokes over him again to hear that pretty, pretty noise. it's an easy little movement, the flick of the callouses on his thumb against sensitive skin, and mei keeps his darkened blue eyes on his reaction, on the pink flush in his cheeks.
however, mei has plans for this evening, and they don't just involve his hands.
instead, he keeps his hand moving and slides down the bed a little, pressing his mouth to the flat plane of koushi's stomach, soft kisses down until he nuzzles his nose into the patch of hair at the waistband of his open jeans. mei's eyes flick to his dick for just a second, and he only pulls his hand off to tug his pants down. ] I'm gonna show you just how nice I am.
[ apparently not the only one in the game who talks like a porn star...smh. either way, he sits up to fully divest koushi of his pants and underwear all at once and presses a kiss to the inside of his knee when he comes back up.
[ his breath shudders out of him all over again when mei starts kissing down his stomach, pretty sure he knows where this is going. and that's a pretty nice surprise -- in the past, suga's been the one doing most of the giving when it comes to this. not that he minds! but if mei wants to return the favor...
... well, suga can't say that he minds that, either.
so he reaches down a little to start to tangle his fingers into mei's hair --
... right up until mei sits up, strips his pants right off, and tells him to roll over.
and, even despite what they've been doing, suga can't help but go crimson. he flushes all the way up the nape of his neck and into his ears, ducking his chin slightly as he attempts to recover from the rampant embarrassment that comes naturally of a request like that. but... shyly, after a moment of hesitating, he wriggles around enough to be able to sit up and roll over, until he's angled onto his knees and elbows. and then he looks back over one shoulder at mei, cheeks blazing. ] ... like this?
[ 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. ]
suga can't help but feel utterly exposed like this, legs spread and ass up, and one glance back at mei is enough to confirm that he intends on appreciating the view. it's weird -- the combination of embarrassment and arousal that twists in his stomach -- but suga would be hard-pressed to deny that it's... exciting, too. which is why he doesn't squirm away, even though he breaks eye contact and ducks his chin down like that'll be enough to help him hide. ]
I don't know if I should really take tha -- aah!
[ being called pretty is embarrassing, but it's hard to voice a proper protest when mei swipes a teasing digit down along the cleft of his ass. it's enough to tease at his entrance and his taint, and suga's dick jerks between his legs as a flush of heat rushes down his spine and pools at the pit of his stomach. ]
[ oh, it's definitely a compliment. at least it is in mei's book. he's especially pretty when he makes noises like that. unlike other people, mei'll let him hide (there are better venues to get koushi all riled up from), and besides. currently? he has a front row seat to everything. every little reaction, the jerk, the way he says his name.
that's not going to be enough, though; mei as a pitcher loves to toy with his prey, and in the bedroom it's really no exception. he absently repeats the motion again, and then circles his fingertip over his entrance, wet and slow, just enough to feel the heat of his skin there. ]
Hmmm? [ he hums as an answer, ducks his head forward to press his teeth to the perfect curve of koushi's ass--not hard, but how could he resist? the slow, teasing motion of his thumb over him continues, too, with no signs of becoming any more fulfilling anytime soon. he wants to hear what he has to say, after all. ♥ ]
[ suga presses his face a little further into the pillow underneath him, breath hitching at the feeling of mei circling his entrance with the pad of his thumb. the nerves there are sensitive enough to make him wriggle and squirm, his next exhale coming out of him with a little mm as the pitcher gives him just a little bit more pressure. it's not quite enough to satisfy; it just makes the heat burn even higher at the pit of his stomach, makes his skin itch with want. ]
I-I... [ he huffs a breath, but he promptly jolts a little at the feeling of mei's teeth on the curve of his rear. not hard, but enough to startle him. ] ... you're teasing, Mei.
[ the pout in his voice is almost audible. ] You didn't call me all the way down here just for that, did you?
[ aw, cute. he does have a point, though, mei did invite suga to piss off kazuya, but to make this worth his time. koushi looks amazing like this, after all, and watching him squirm is nice, but.
he presses a kiss over the spot that he bit, then soothes his thumb over it, pulling back a little further. in all reality this isn't something he's ever done before, but it's got to at least be a little similar to going down on a girl, which he's got some experience with. and besides, narumiya mei never shows that he's sweating.
so, he rolls his eyes playfully and parrots his pouty tone back to him with a- ] Fi~ine. If you want it so bad.
[ and shifting to get a handful of his ass and pull his cheeks apart to duck in and run the flat of his tongue over his entrance without any warning at all. ]
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that's one definite thing suga can say about mei -- he's good with his hands. he has long fingers, delicate and strong all at once, and the way his callouses feel against the sensitive skin of suga's arousal is enough to make him arch up into mei's touch with a low moan. for a moment, he's forced to squeeze his eyes shut tightly, biting his lip to try and center himself again, but... yeah, that doesn't work. the lack of any kind of stimulation just makes what he's feeling that much sharper, leaves him with nothing to focus on but mei's touch. ]
I think you kn -- nnh... [ cut off as the pad of mei's thumb finds his slit, makes the muscles in his thighs twitch and shudder as he tries to thrust himself up into mei's hand. ] -- ah, Mei...
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however, mei has plans for this evening, and they don't just involve his hands.
instead, he keeps his hand moving and slides down the bed a little, pressing his mouth to the flat plane of koushi's stomach, soft kisses down until he nuzzles his nose into the patch of hair at the waistband of his open jeans. mei's eyes flick to his dick for just a second, and he only pulls his hand off to tug his pants down. ] I'm gonna show you just how nice I am.
[ apparently not the only one in the game who talks like a porn star...smh. either way, he sits up to fully divest koushi of his pants and underwear all at once and presses a kiss to the inside of his knee when he comes back up.
a little gleefully: ] Turn over.
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... well, suga can't say that he minds that, either.
so he reaches down a little to start to tangle his fingers into mei's hair --
... right up until mei sits up, strips his pants right off, and tells him to roll over.
and, even despite what they've been doing, suga can't help but go crimson. he flushes all the way up the nape of his neck and into his ears, ducking his chin slightly as he attempts to recover from the rampant embarrassment that comes naturally of a request like that. but... shyly, after a moment of hesitating, he wriggles around enough to be able to sit up and roll over, until he's angled onto his knees and elbows. and then he looks back over one shoulder at mei, cheeks blazing. ] ... like this?
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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. ]
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suga can't help but feel utterly exposed like this, legs spread and ass up, and one glance back at mei is enough to confirm that he intends on appreciating the view. it's weird -- the combination of embarrassment and arousal that twists in his stomach -- but suga would be hard-pressed to deny that it's... exciting, too. which is why he doesn't squirm away, even though he breaks eye contact and ducks his chin down like that'll be enough to help him hide. ]
I don't know if I should really take tha -- aah!
[ being called pretty is embarrassing, but it's hard to voice a proper protest when mei swipes a teasing digit down along the cleft of his ass. it's enough to tease at his entrance and his taint, and suga's dick jerks between his legs as a flush of heat rushes down his spine and pools at the pit of his stomach. ]
M-Mei, I...
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that's not going to be enough, though; mei as a pitcher loves to toy with his prey, and in the bedroom it's really no exception. he absently repeats the motion again, and then circles his fingertip over his entrance, wet and slow, just enough to feel the heat of his skin there. ]
Hmmm? [ he hums as an answer, ducks his head forward to press his teeth to the perfect curve of koushi's ass--not hard, but how could he resist? the slow, teasing motion of his thumb over him continues, too, with no signs of becoming any more fulfilling anytime soon. he wants to hear what he has to say, after all. ♥ ]
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I-I... [ he huffs a breath, but he promptly jolts a little at the feeling of mei's teeth on the curve of his rear. not hard, but enough to startle him. ] ... you're teasing, Mei.
[ the pout in his voice is almost audible. ] You didn't call me all the way down here just for that, did you?
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piss off kazuya, but to make this worth his time. koushi looks amazing like this, after all, and watching him squirm is nice, but.he presses a kiss over the spot that he bit, then soothes his thumb over it, pulling back a little further. in all reality this isn't something he's ever done before, but it's got to at least be a little similar to going down on a girl, which he's got some experience with. and besides, narumiya mei never shows that he's sweating.
so, he rolls his eyes playfully and parrots his pouty tone back to him with a- ] Fi~ine. If you want it so bad.
[ and shifting to get a handful of his ass and pull his cheeks apart to duck in and run the flat of his tongue over his entrance without any warning at all. ]