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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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. ]