[ suga shudders all the way down his spine as mei rolls his hips forward again -- and again, and again, and again. it's still nice and slow, enough to keep the want from sharpening up into mindless need. and that means that suga's able to enjoy it properly, able to appreciate the way that mei is kissing him like he wants to steal the breath right out of his lungs. it's always nice to be appreciated, to be wanted, and being kissed and touched like this seems like a good enough demonstration of both of those things.
which is why he's distracted enough to barely notice mei pushing up his shirt, content to lose himself in the kiss and in the slow rolling motions of their hips coming together. ... at least, right up until mei catches one of suga's nipples between his fingers and pinches sharply, rolling the bud until it pebbles up underneath his touch. and then suga breaks the kiss with a sharp gasp, nails digging little pink crescents of pressure into mei's back as the feeling goes through him like a bolt of lightning. it's enough to make him mewl a little sound of pleasure, especially when mei rocks his hips back up against him in another firm grind. ]
Mei... [ soft, breathless, teeth catching at his earlobe with a playful pinch. ] Feels good...
[ yeah, it's nice being called the ace in bed, but hearing his name is just as, if not more satisfying. koushi's pretty vocal in bed, and it's definitely something mei's into. as a whole, he enjoys having koushi for a partner in these things--as he gets more and more used to the promiscuity that amoi promotes, he just keeps coming back for more.
plus, the scratch of his nails on his back feels good too, enough to send lines of sensation down his spine. just like the last time, with kazuya involved--he wore the scratch marks for a week. combine that with the pinch of his teeth and mei's eyes flutter, moving slow and steady up against him. mei rubs the pad of his thumb over his skin to try and get another one of those cute little noises out of him, and breaks away from the kiss to trail a long line of kisses down his jaw. they start out sweet, little pecks, until he reaches the junction of his shoulder and neck and presses his teeth to the spot, sucking in a little spot absolutely shamelessly.
(okay, maybe that has a little to do with kazuya.)
his other hand runs up suga's thigh, up and down, using his grip to keep rolling his hips forward. ] Kou~shi. [ he croons, presses his mouth over the spot, and though he says it, he's not really asking. ] You'll be loud for me, right?
[ as he kisses a little lower, arching up into the scratch of his nails, past his rucked up shirt. ]
[ he can't help but squirm when mei rolls his nipple between his fingers again, drawing in his next inhale in a shuddering breath. it feels good -- so sensitive that it almost hurts, the feeling crackling through his nerve endings like lightning. and the feeling of mei's mouth on his skin, the way his hips keep grinding steadily up against suga's... it's the best kind of overload, one that leaves him breathless and dizzy.
the feeling of teeth against his skin drags a gasp out of him, hips bucking up helplessly as he moans a low, eager sound. he's still not entirely sure what brought this on so suddenly, but! suga's also about as far as it's possible to get from complaining. if this is mei's way of making up for a lack of time spent together, then suga's more than happy to indulge him. (and be indulged, he won't lie.)
but that question makes him flush a dark shade of pink, even as the way mei sing-songs his name sends another trill of heat up his spine. ] Wha --
I don't scream. [ only on really special occasions. ] And besides! Don't you have... neighbors?
I guess. [ cute, that reaction was really cute. mei can't help the smirk that starts to spread over his face, even listening to koushi protest just a little. it's hard to actually believe said protesting, considering he was just gasping and moaning a few seconds ago. besides, he turned such a pretty shade of pink, and the feeling of his hips bucking up into his is really, really good.
mei pushes himself down a little, using his arm strength to move down his body and replace his wandering fingers with his mouth, closing over his nipple and glancing up at him. the expression on his face is downright predatory, and he drags his teeth over the spot and tilts his head, his voice dropping just a little. ] So let them hear it.
[ and boy, does he mean it. nothing makes mei preen quite so much as people knowing that he's great, and pleasing koushi is the best way to do so. ]
[ he's all set to huff and puff a little in the face of that i guess -- c'mon, who does mei think he is?! -- but the feeling of the other boy's mouth closing down around his nipple cuts him off pretty sharply. so whatever he does intend to say spills out of him as a moan instead, even though he lifts a hand to his mouth in a (pretty futile) attempt to muffle the sound into his knuckles.
it's honestly hard to tell which is hotter: the way mei's mouth feels on him, or the way he's looking up at suga like he's a piece of candy that he can't wait to eat. ]
I -- [ he squirms restlessly underneath him, caught between the urge to wriggle away so he can try thinking clearly and the desire to rock his hips back into mei's and beg for more. ... which is probably why this next bit comes out sounding pretty weak. ] ... someone might complain.
[ um, mei thinks he's narumiya mei, prince of the capital, thank you very much. and he's plenty happy to prove that his prowess is in more places than just the baseball diamond.
getting that little sound out of koushi is perfect, and mei catches nipple between his teeth and gives a gentle tug, pulling away and planting another kiss in the center of his chest. he rolls his hips against him again, firm and insistent, building friction between them, then perches his chin where he'd left the kiss.
he still looks as cocky as ever, like a cat toying with its food. ] Maybe. [ more like they'd be impressed, tbh, but he doesn't say that. ] I'll take care of it when it happens.
[ when he has suga screaming, that is. mei's mouth quirks at the corner, and he lifts his hips up off of suga's to get his hand between them, cupping suga through his pants and then rubbing the heel of his palm up against him. ] I could make you beg, instead.
[ he's still got that dangerous look on his face, but mei leans up to plant a kiss on suga's mouth, a little sweeter than the ones before it, only drawing back to look at him properly. gotta watch that cute face, after all. ]
[ he gasps as mei catches his nipple in between his teeth and tugs, hips rocking up into him almost helplessly. it feels good enough to make him dizzy; mei's mouth on his chest is a sharper sort of pleasure that sits in a nice contract to the slow waves of pleasure that crest through his system whenever their hips find each other. and altogether, the feeling is nearly perfect, enough to make him want to chase recklessly after more.
... even if he's not quite so confident as mei seems to be that his mysterious neighbors will be so easily dealt with. ]
You -- aahn... [ hard to get the words out when mei has a hand between his legs; suga temporarily loses his train of thought and simply arches into him instead, catching his lower lip between his teeth in the effort to hold back a low moan. briefly, his eyes flutter nearly shut, pale lashes tickling over his cheekbones -- but once he opens them again, it's obvious that he's a little hazy with pleasure, struggling to keep his hips from hitching greedily against mei's palm.
it feels good. really good, honestly. ] ... or you c-could be nice.
[ there we go. now isn't that a pretty sight, taking koushi apart little bit by bit, watching his spine unravel with every kiss, every brush of his fingertips. one of the things mei really, really likes about sex is that he can be in control of everything. just like with his pitching, mei likes that he can find all the little pieces that make someone tick and exploit every single one of them. (admittedly, this is a much more positive experience, for both parties involved.)
so he looks a little delighted, even when he fumbles around to get his zipper down and pop the button to his pants, pushing between the layers of fabric to curl his fingers around koushi and tug.
the tone to his voice is deceptively innocent, playful, as he pulls away from his chest and looks up at suga, brows knitted together in a mischievous pout, his blue eyes twinkling just a little. ] Am I not being nice~?
[ accompanied with a squeeze, with the thumb of his dexterous left hand finding koushi's slit and stroking over it. ]
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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which is why he's distracted enough to barely notice mei pushing up his shirt, content to lose himself in the kiss and in the slow rolling motions of their hips coming together. ... at least, right up until mei catches one of suga's nipples between his fingers and pinches sharply, rolling the bud until it pebbles up underneath his touch. and then suga breaks the kiss with a sharp gasp, nails digging little pink crescents of pressure into mei's back as the feeling goes through him like a bolt of lightning. it's enough to make him mewl a little sound of pleasure, especially when mei rocks his hips back up against him in another firm grind. ]
Mei... [ soft, breathless, teeth catching at his earlobe with a playful pinch. ] Feels good...
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plus, the scratch of his nails on his back feels good too, enough to send lines of sensation down his spine. just like the last time, with kazuya involved--he wore the scratch marks for a week. combine that with the pinch of his teeth and mei's eyes flutter, moving slow and steady up against him. mei rubs the pad of his thumb over his skin to try and get another one of those cute little noises out of him, and breaks away from the kiss to trail a long line of kisses down his jaw. they start out sweet, little pecks, until he reaches the junction of his shoulder and neck and presses his teeth to the spot, sucking in a little spot absolutely shamelessly.
(okay, maybe that has a little to do with kazuya.)
his other hand runs up suga's thigh, up and down, using his grip to keep rolling his hips forward. ] Kou~shi. [ he croons, presses his mouth over the spot, and though he says it, he's not really asking. ] You'll be loud for me, right?
[ as he kisses a little lower, arching up into the scratch of his nails, past his rucked up shirt. ]
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the feeling of teeth against his skin drags a gasp out of him, hips bucking up helplessly as he moans a low, eager sound. he's still not entirely sure what brought this on so suddenly, but! suga's also about as far as it's possible to get from complaining. if this is mei's way of making up for a lack of time spent together, then suga's more than happy to indulge him. (and be indulged, he won't lie.)
but that question makes him flush a dark shade of pink, even as the way mei sing-songs his name sends another trill of heat up his spine. ] Wha --
I don't scream. [ only on really special occasions. ] And besides! Don't you have... neighbors?
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mei pushes himself down a little, using his arm strength to move down his body and replace his wandering fingers with his mouth, closing over his nipple and glancing up at him. the expression on his face is downright predatory, and he drags his teeth over the spot and tilts his head, his voice dropping just a little. ] So let them hear it.
[ and boy, does he mean it. nothing makes mei preen quite so much as people knowing that he's great, and pleasing koushi is the best way to do so. ]
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it's honestly hard to tell which is hotter: the way mei's mouth feels on him, or the way he's looking up at suga like he's a piece of candy that he can't wait to eat. ]
I -- [ he squirms restlessly underneath him, caught between the urge to wriggle away so he can try thinking clearly and the desire to rock his hips back into mei's and beg for more. ... which is probably why this next bit comes out sounding pretty weak. ] ... someone might complain.
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getting that little sound out of koushi is perfect, and mei catches nipple between his teeth and gives a gentle tug, pulling away and planting another kiss in the center of his chest. he rolls his hips against him again, firm and insistent, building friction between them, then perches his chin where he'd left the kiss.
he still looks as cocky as ever, like a cat toying with its food. ] Maybe. [ more like they'd be impressed, tbh, but he doesn't say that. ] I'll take care of it when it happens.
[ when he has suga screaming, that is. mei's mouth quirks at the corner, and he lifts his hips up off of suga's to get his hand between them, cupping suga through his pants and then rubbing the heel of his palm up against him. ] I could make you beg, instead.
[ he's still got that dangerous look on his face, but mei leans up to plant a kiss on suga's mouth, a little sweeter than the ones before it, only drawing back to look at him properly. gotta watch that cute face, after all. ]
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... even if he's not quite so confident as mei seems to be that his mysterious neighbors will be so easily dealt with. ]
You -- aahn... [ hard to get the words out when mei has a hand between his legs; suga temporarily loses his train of thought and simply arches into him instead, catching his lower lip between his teeth in the effort to hold back a low moan. briefly, his eyes flutter nearly shut, pale lashes tickling over his cheekbones -- but once he opens them again, it's obvious that he's a little hazy with pleasure, struggling to keep his hips from hitching greedily against mei's palm.
it feels good. really good, honestly. ] ... or you c-could be nice.
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so he looks a little delighted, even when he fumbles around to get his zipper down and pop the button to his pants, pushing between the layers of fabric to curl his fingers around koushi and tug.
the tone to his voice is deceptively innocent, playful, as he pulls away from his chest and looks up at suga, brows knitted together in a mischievous pout, his blue eyes twinkling just a little. ] Am I not being nice~?
[ accompanied with a squeeze, with the thumb of his dexterous left hand finding koushi's slit and stroking over it. ]
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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. ]