[ because he needs to set the palm reader down long enough to strip; shucking his shirt off over his head and kicking off his shorts. one of the definite side benefits of amoi has been getting rid of what little body shyness that sports didn't already do away with, so.
he's even feeling confident enough to send mei a picture once he's done, from his head all the way down to the jut of his hipbones. ]
exactly what i wanted. okay. go into the bathroom and shut the door.
[ and what a pretty picture suga is, even just through his palm reader. it'd be nice to be able to get his mouth on him in person, but mei's stuck in midas for the night, so this will have to suffice. ]
[ that request makes him huff a little, but only because he's forced to give up the warm and soft bed for the cold tile of the bathroom. but! he promised to give mei the reins, so... he swings his legs out of bed, making his way to the bathroom and shutting the door firmly behind him. ]
okay, done!
this isn't the part where you ask me to do something weird, is it? (,,꒪꒫꒪,,)
not that weird. ...okay, maybe a little. ♥ i really want to fuck you in kazuya's bathroom. right over the sink, in front of the mirror. can you guess why?
the reason i want to take you over the sink is because of the mirror. i want you to see every single thing that's happening. so you *know* what you look like, and how good you are for me.
admittedly, that goes straight to the core of him like a bolt of heat, enough to make him lean against the counter and slide his fingers downward to toy at his waistband. there's a part of him that's itching to reach down and touch himself, but... in the kind of competition they're running, that's a pretty clear advantage for mei. ]
that makes me wonder whether you're putting on a show for me or for you.
i mean, you seem like someone who likes watching his conquest.
so, what do you think? would you like that, watching yourself take me until i'm begging to be yours?
[ click! he sends off a photo, this time with the phone near his chest and angled downwards; it's a dick pic, fully hard, though he still has his underwear on, his right hand splayed out over his boxers. ]
[ DELIGHTED.PNG and also really turned on holy shit ]
koushi, how filthy of you! ( ˘ ³˘)♥ i'm impressed you're right, though, i love how you look like that.
the best way to look at it is head on, you know? so if i can come on your face i can see every bit of it. since you are pretty talented, lol ♥ maybe i'll eat you out in front of the mirrors in exchange. let you see just how unwound you get when i'm bending you over the sink.
[ ... okay, so maybe taking mei head-on like this wasn't the smartest move.
that's hot enough to make his knees wobble a little, forcing him to lean up hard against the counter just to brace himself a little. and there's no hope of not touching himself; he shoves his pants and boxers down off his hips, reaching down to wrap his fingers around his cock so that he can give himself a few firm strokes. but that doesn't help, doesn't take the edge off. honestly, giving himself that little bit only makes him want more.
but he has to pull his hand away, has to focus. he's competitive enough to not want to lose that easily. ]
if you're going to come, i want it inside me.
because as good as your mouth makes me feel, it just makes me want more, you know?
even last time.
i wanted you to push yourself inside me, to take me, when i was wet and open and ready for you.
[ oh. well, suga's not the only one touching himself. just a little to try and take the edge off, maybe, to keep koushi from winning this game to soon. because it just brings back memories of the threesome with kazuya, of how good and tight koushi felt around him, about the aftermath when kazuya came after. ]
i didn't say i was going to be through with you after that. my stamina's just fine, and who said i was going to let you come? i'd eat you out until you were begging me, just like last time. there's no way i'm going to let you go until you can't stand up straight. and then once i'm good, i'll be happy to hold you up against the counter and take every inch of wet and open you have for me
whaaat, *me*? i just like making you feel good, koushi~ what's wrong with that? (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧
the other day i made you scream. i want to do it in here too. and make sure i come inside of you too. since you're always so good for me, it won't be hard~ i wonder how many times i can make you come. twice? three times? enough so i'll have to carry you out of the bathroom after? whatever it is, you're going to feel it the next day.
[ 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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[ because he needs to set the palm reader down long enough to strip; shucking his shirt off over his head and kicking off his shorts. one of the definite side benefits of amoi has been getting rid of what little body shyness that sports didn't already do away with, so.
he's even feeling confident enough to send mei a picture once he's done, from his head all the way down to the jut of his hipbones. ]
this what you had in mind?
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okay.
go into the bathroom and shut the door.
[ and what a pretty picture suga is, even just through his palm reader. it'd be nice to be able to get his mouth on him in person, but mei's stuck in midas for the night, so this will have to suffice. ]
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okay, done!
this isn't the part where you ask me to do something weird, is it? (,,꒪꒫꒪,,)
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...okay, maybe a little. ♥
i really want to fuck you in kazuya's bathroom.
right over the sink, in front of the mirror.
can you guess why?
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you're breaking my heart! (｡•́︿•̀｡)
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i was gonna tell you, but now i don't know! <(｀^´)>
( 1/2 )
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if you're backing out, that's a forfeit, isn't it?
ready to admit that i won?
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you play dirty! you're lucky that you're cute o(｀◇´)○
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i want you to see every single thing that's happening. so you *know* what you look like, and how good you are for me.
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admittedly, that goes straight to the core of him like a bolt of heat, enough to make him lean against the counter and slide his fingers downward to toy at his waistband. there's a part of him that's itching to reach down and touch himself, but... in the kind of competition they're running, that's a pretty clear advantage for mei. ]
that makes me wonder whether you're putting on a show for me or for you.
i mean, you seem like someone who likes watching his conquest.
so, what do you think? would you like that, watching yourself take me until i'm begging to be yours?
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do i?
[ click! he sends off a photo, this time with the phone near his chest and angled downwards; it's a dick pic, fully hard, though he still has his underwear on, his right hand splayed out over his boxers. ]
what do you think.
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i could get down on my knees in front of you, pull your boxers down, and take you in my mouth.
and with all the mirrors from here, you could watch me from every angle.
the way my cheeks hollow out when i suck you off, the way my lips stretch around you, th way i struggle to take you all the way in.
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koushi, how filthy of you! ( ˘ ³˘)♥ i'm impressed
you're right, though, i love how you look like that.
the best way to look at it is head on, you know?
so if i can come on your face i can see every bit of it.
since you are pretty talented, lol ♥
maybe i'll eat you out in front of the mirrors in exchange.
let you see just how unwound you get when i'm bending you over the sink.
can i make you scream again?
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that's hot enough to make his knees wobble a little, forcing him to lean up hard against the counter just to brace himself a little. and there's no hope of not touching himself; he shoves his pants and boxers down off his hips, reaching down to wrap his fingers around his cock so that he can give himself a few firm strokes. but that doesn't help, doesn't take the edge off. honestly, giving himself that little bit only makes him want more.
but he has to pull his hand away, has to focus. he's competitive enough to not want to lose that easily. ]
if you're going to come, i want it inside me.
because as good as your mouth makes me feel, it just makes me want more, you know?
even last time.
i wanted you to push yourself inside me, to take me, when i was wet and open and ready for you.
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i didn't say i was going to be through with you after that.
my stamina's just fine, and who said i was going to let you come?
i'd eat you out until you were begging me, just like last time.
there's no way i'm going to let you go until you can't stand up straight.
and then once i'm good, i'll be happy to hold you up against the counter and take every inch of wet and open you have for me
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i'm starting to think you get off on being mean.
or maybe you just like the way i'd feel around you, every muscle shuddering on the edge of an orgasm.
or maybe you'd like listening to me beg you to let me come, knowing you have every bit of the control.
i bet you'd feel even better inside me after you've been eating me out, after i'm sensitive and aching.
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what's wrong with that? (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧
the other day i made you scream.
i want to do it in here too.
and make sure i come inside of you too.
since you're always so good for me, it won't be hard~
i wonder how many times i can make you come.
twice? three times? enough so i'll have to carry you out of the bathroom after?
whatever it is, you're going to feel it the next day.
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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 ~ ♥