[ okay, dammit. it's getting hard to care about winning or losing or anything else when he's this hard, this turned on. so he reaches down to wrap a hand around himself and start stroking in earnest, struggling to keep typing with just one free hand. punctuation is the first casualty. ]
mei
i want
[ c'mon, he doesn't want to give up that easily. ]
i want to make sure you come inside me more than once, too.
enough to make sure i can feel it inside of me, where it's dripping down the insides of my thighs afterwards.
until even kazuya can't ignore how much you've staked your claim.
[ god--fuck, what a great mental image. suga's not the only one typing one handed, and mei's silent for a brief second as he composes himself enough to reply. he is exactly stubborn enough to not finish himself off so that he can win, though, so he squeezes a hand around the base of his dick and scoops his palm reader back up. ]
maybe after we'll go a round in the shower. otherwise i'll clean you up with my mouth. you'll forget kazuya's name by the time i'm finished with you.
that does it. suga was close enough to the edge already, and that -- imagining mei behind him in the shower, hands bruising their grip into his hips, breath hot on his shoulder, driving into him until all suga can see is blinding white as he finds that spot again and again and again --
his last breath comes out of him in a little shuddering groan, knees going weak underneath him as the orgasm hits him hard. and for a moment, all he can do is stroke himself through it, mindless to the neglected palm reader beside him or the mess he's making in kazuya's bathroom. ]
[ thank god, tbh, because in all honesty mei's right there with him. he holds his breath to try and keep it together, tries not to think about how hot and perfect koushi feels around him when they're together, about the sound of his voice when he's sobbing his name--it's a lot, and literally the second his phone goes off he shudders and finishes himself off, muffling himself into his hand to keep itsuki from hearing next door.
thank god.
(local teenager comes to "you win", is an asshole) ]
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mei
i want
[ c'mon, he doesn't want to give up that easily. ]
i want to make sure you come inside me more than once, too.
enough to make sure i can feel it inside of me, where it's dripping down the insides of my thighs afterwards.
until even kazuya can't ignore how much you've staked your claim.
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maybe after we'll go a round in the shower.
otherwise i'll clean you up with my mouth.
you'll forget kazuya's name by the time i'm finished with you.
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that does it. suga was close enough to the edge already, and that -- imagining mei behind him in the shower, hands bruising their grip into his hips, breath hot on his shoulder, driving into him until all suga can see is blinding white as he finds that spot again and again and again --
his last breath comes out of him in a little shuddering groan, knees going weak underneath him as the orgasm hits him hard. and for a moment, all he can do is stroke himself through it, mindless to the neglected palm reader beside him or the mess he's making in kazuya's bathroom. ]
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you win
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thank god.
(local teenager comes to "you win", is an asshole) ]
good game ~ ♥