[It's a fair question, because how does one study? Sure he could look at some of the more risque art depicting sex acts but it wasn't like it was a how-to book. He doesn't stop smiling as he moves a bit closer, hand resting on Manabu's thigh. He just wants to be closer to Manabu however he could get right then.]
I think it's just trial and error. [He says quietly, moving to kiss his lips again.] Just...do what makes you feel good?
[Manabu's eyes flutter a bit, just as his heart does, as his stomach does. the suggestion tickles his ears, and his attention is lost again to just how nice having Ryunosuke so close and all to himself is.
do what...makes him feel good. he hardly has to do anything, does he? when just kisses and the pressure of a hand does so much. there's more than that? but what about--]
--you, though... [he utters the thought aloud, but only in part, only when there was enough means to. he turns his head slightly away just for the chance to follow that train of thought.] Whatever can make you happy, or--or feel good... That's what I want. [he sits up out of the slight slouch he'd gotten comfortable in to meet Ryunosuke more in the middle, so he doesn't have to rest his weight on a hand. that frees it up to reach over to Ryu's waist.]
That's really what I want here, you know...! So--so tell me. Whatever you want, just tell me, okay?
[Ryunosuke moves his feet underneath him so he's sitting on his knees, and reaches out to cup Manabu's cheeks in his hands. He smiles softly, leaning forward to capture his lips in another kiss and another.]
What I want is you. [He rubs his thumbs under his eyes.] You make me happy... [He shifts slightly, slacks tight and a little uncomfortable.] And if you couldn't tell, you make me feel good.
[He made him feel... were there any words to describe it? He made him feel lighter than air, made him feel like his heart would burst from his chest as it raced. There are a thousand words he could use to describe what he feels and they all die on his tongue when he's attempted to put thought to page. Ryunosuke was typically good at expressing himself (sometimes to his detriment) but Manabu often made him tongue-tied.]
[simple words simply said that are still the most profound and important things to hit his ears; it takes some effort not to laugh in some mix of joy and relief and an utter inability to process it any better in the heat of the moment, instead just tying up his tongue with Ryunosuke's - it's not like either of them were gonna be any more eloquent, right?
each kiss and affirmative sound emboldens getting closer, sitting up on his knees to press in, and gradually lead Ryunosuke down on his back.
between breathes:] This--okay--? [with him on top, chest-to-chest, hip-to-hip.]
[His breath hitches as he lays down, staring up at Manabu with a blush dusting his cheeks. This was really happening, wasn't it? His heart jumps in his chest as he looks up at Manabu. Any shift in movement and--]
Yeah. This is okay. [He reaches up to cautiously touch his cheek.] You all right?
[this angle is new. new and…lovely; Manabu feels his heart squeeze as he takes in the flushed expression searching his own.
the touch wakes him up from that little spell, prompting him to blink and swallow.]
Mn. Yeah. [he tilts his head into the hand, closing his eyes for a beat before turning his head to kiss at his palm - the start of a little train of kisses back to Ryunosuke’s face. there’s some shifting to keep from smothering him, but the skin-to-skin contact is exhilarating - each brush sending delightful signals up his body.
it’s all he can do to fight rolling his hips against Ryunosuke’s, so after a point he just…doesn’t. and the reward is thrilling torment - that friction eliciting a groan and a shiver, vaporless steam rising off his back.]
[Good, he thinks as he smiles warmly up at Manabu. This was- what's a good word for it? Thrilling? Exciting? He'll think on it later when he's not in the middle of this impassioned entanglement. Once Manabu has pressed his lips to his face, Ryunosuke wraps his arms around his neck, pulling him ever closer. His whole body longs for the skin on skin contact, aching for more when Manabu shifts against him.
He moans at the first roll of hips, arching his back up, nails digging into skin at the contact. He doesn't hesitate to chase after pleasure as he rocks his hips up in return.]
Ah-[He gasps against him, licking at his lips. How much better would the friction be if they weren't still wearing their slacks?]
[ain't that the truth; there's a point where it's more a hindrance than any kind of enjoyable torment, and by that point Manabu pushes himself up, shivering, panting, and rather addled by all the sensation at play.]
May I... [he shifts his balance to one arm so the other hand can move down Ryunosuke's side, to his waistband.] Can we? Get rid of these?
Yes! [He says a little too enthusiastically, but the point still stands. He wants his pants off so they can continue with what they're doing.]
Yes, please. [He says again, to drive the point home. Biting his lip as he watches him, shifting his hips a bit to emphasize that he really wants out of his trousers. They were rather uncomfortably tight, after all.]
[not even a beat is wasted on worry, and thank goodness for that - it's definitely not necessary. Manabu shifts how he sits so he can set to the task without thinking too hard on it, which is...honestly the best way he knows how to operate. brain cells? in this economy???
problem with that is that he absolutely forgets about his own clothes while he gets busy with unfastening and pulling down Ryunosuke's pants; he needs reminding for that bit, but he can take care of that with just a bit of sheepish fussing.
but it's true: this is a lot better now that clothes are cast aside. getting back into things comes with an extra layer of thrill and pleasure that's a no-brainer to indulge. and...it's not just him, right? Ryunosuke feels it too, right? there's no way he can't, not when Manabu bears back down on him, dispelling the chill that came from separating.]
[He nearly whines at the loss but instead is immediately relieved once his trousers are removed and cast aside. He very nearly tries to cover himself up but he can't help but look up at Manabu, face flushed and nerves on full display. This was really happening, he thinks again before gently gesturing to Manabu's own clothing. Once that's removed, he dares to take a glance, and maybe his face gets a little redder.
His nerves are dispelled as Manabu is back on him - the heat and warmth returning. His heart beats in his ears as he leans up and captures his lips in a searing kiss. He has never thought too hard about if he ever would get to this stage with anyone, and now here he was.
He definitely feels it too.
Ryunosuke rocks his hips up, chasing after the friction from earlier now that he was no longer hindered by clothing, and groans against his lips. The slide of skin on skin was glorious, sending little shocks of pleasure up his spine. He doesn't want to move too quickly, but he also can't help but move.]
[neither can Manabu; the amount of control he can have in such an addled state is limited, and honestly the fact his body has a sense of what to do for him is definitely a boon here. Ryunosuke's pleased groaning and squirming only encourages his own, and his cold blood courses hot in his veins. his skin thrums with a soft but incessant electricity, the dotted stars of the Sirius constellation faintly aglow on his breast.
time is pretty absent in all this, because they could be at this forever and Manabu would hardly bat an eyelash. yet time manifests in the way urgency builds inside - the way his erection aches, a strained and taut muscle that can only endure for so long unattended. and he can feel Ryunosuke's, too...
the next catch of fingernails on his back makes his breath hitch and his hips buck a bit more aggressively, shocking him out of a layer of fog to part mouths and lift his head enough to look down at the state he's gotten Ryunosuke in, his own face flushed, mouth wet and eyes heavy-lidded, besotted. his chest aches just to see him this way.
he shifts his weight a bit to a side so once he pushes up again he can send a hand across Ryunosuke's chest, down his stomach and to his groin.
with his fingers just ghosting near his cock:] Ryuu... Do you want me to...?
[Time is lost on him, something he couldn't fathom thinking about at this moment. Right now? All he could think about was more, more, more. He wanted to keep chasing the sensation of closeness between them, the heat that wells up through his body - but he worries that it will be over too soon. Ryunosuke was starving for the affection, however, drinking it in with each kiss.
He gasps for breath when Manabu pulls back, dragging one hand up into his hair with a heady smile.
Then his body shudders, the ghost of touch down his chest, to his cock and he's so close to losing it. He doesn't know how to form the word yes at first, nodding as he inhales through his nose.] Yes- [He says as he exhales, arching his hips to push the tip of his cock into his hand. Touch me he thinks, and longs to think of nothing else.]
Touch me. [He manages to vocalize, tugging lightly at the ends of Manabu's hair. He wants to tell him he doesn't need to ask, but he finds, instead, that he's biting his lip in anticipation.]
[were Manabu not already feeling some kinda way (and the tingle at his scalp from that grip on his hair is helping with that), the way Ryunosuke speaks, the way he struggles sure as hell would rile him up. as it stands, he's already there and eager to please; he bites his own lip as he carefully curls his fingers around Ryunosuke, all eyes and ears for that response before starting to gently stroke.]
He nearly bucks up into his hand, his whole body shuddering just from the touch. It was more than he could say when he's done this himself. Logically, it's different because he's sharing this sort of intimacy with someone, but he's awe by just how much more he's enjoying it. The careful stroke was almost too much for him, but he manages not to embarrass himself (for now). He can feel it building though, ready to overtake him without notice.]
Manabu- [He moans low.] Please- [Please what? Please more? Please hurry? He doesn't know what he wants outside of Manabu's hand and it moving.]
[Manabu shakily exhales, bowing his head to kiss at Ryunosuke's neck, to press his lips and feel the vibration of those moans. his pace quickens, halted intermittently here and there by his own involuntary grinding, his shoulders tensing up. when he catches himself biting instead of kissing he sucks in a sharp breath and stops that, forcing himself to think only of the work of his hand.
faster, with a tighter grip, Manabu works to push Ryunosuke over that edge, his own mind buzzing with the yearning to chase that high himself.]
[He finds himself tugging on Manabu's hair sharply, gasping for breath with each pass of his hand along the length of him. His other hand drags nail marks down his back, not meaning to scratch him with dulled nails, but he can't help himself right now. The bite has him shout - in pleasure not in pain - and he slaps a hand over his mouth. It doesn't last - the moaning growing louder as he gets closer and closer to the edge.
He knows he's at his limit and they've already just begun. He doesn't want the spell to break, doesn't want this to end, wants to do something more for Manabu - he can feel himself unraveling in his grasp. Every touch sends pleasant shock waves up his spine, his body a live wire ready for release.]
Manabu- [It comes tumbling out of his lips like a prayer.] Manabu!
[hearing his name in such a desperate, needy way is intoxicating; Manabu's always yearned for praise despite his reluctance to outwardly demand it. this, though? this is special.
he grunts against Ryunosuke's neck, his shoulders tensing again at the yank on his hair, squirming as nails tickle down his spine. it makes him buck again, but it won't stop him from seeing things through, not until he can feel Ryunosuke lose it, until he can feel that hot and sticky fluid hit his skin.
i got you, he thinks, his breath too busy for words. i got you...]
Ryunosuke is too wound up to stop it as he bucks up against his hand, chasing after his end. His desire to prolong it is overridden by the pleasure coursing through his veins, throwing his head back with a loud groan. His chest heaving for air as he hits his high, body arched like a bow string when it finally happens. His body shudders, cock twitching as he spills into his hand and against his stomach.
Manabu's name comes out in a desperate low whine against his ear before he gasps sharply for breath. He takes a moment trying to recover, turning his head to kiss Manabu's cheek, and moving his hand down to the curve of his jaw to trace his fingers across it.]
[Manabu exhales shakily, himself still tensed up with an anticipation that's getting more painful than enjoyable, but the tenderness Ryunosuke offers him is as much a balm to that as it is a tease. his cheek is hot to the touch - too hot for a proper human, but that's the paradox of coldblood at work.
guided by those fingers, he turns his head, his expression strained but sentimental, and chases Ryunosuke's mouth for a couple errant kisses before asking:] You okay...?
[maybe a dumb question, but it's always polite to ask.]
Yeah. [It comes out in a panting breath, a smile on his lips as he leans up to kiss him again. And again as he removed his hand from his cheek to rest along his back.] What about you--? [He shifts, his body shaking slightly from the sensitivity as he finds that his partner is still--]
Let me take care of you. [He says softly.] Please?
[It's the least he could do! After all, he wants Manabu to feel as good as he did.]
[with something of a laugh wavering in his breath:] Please. [he's kinda dying over here! but he's not gonna make a big thing about it.
his arms are also kind of tired from being in something of a long-running pushup held on just one arm - definitely not part of his usual workout routine (but not a bad addition) - so he lets Ryunosuke go, shifting with a grunt to sit, careful to disentangle his legs from Ryunosuke's so he can move as he pleases, no longer trapped underneath him.
briefly, he glances the glimpses of Ryunosuke still on him, feeling his heart thump a bit. if it were just him, he'd feel some bit of shame, so...shouldn't he now? he doesn't, though. not when the sound of his own name moaned the way it was is still buzzing in his still-buzzed brain.]
[He follows him up, crawling after him as they shift positions. He's pretty sure that by the end of this they'll need to bathe again but he doesn't care, not when he's chasing after Manabu, barely able to contain his excitement. There's such a thrill chasing after desire, and he wants to make sure that Manabu feels good. There are some nerves there, as he motions for him to lay down, pressing his hand to his chest as he slowly runs it down his chest, gently pushing him back in the process. He bites his lip, eyes darting from Manabu's face back down to his erect cock as he carefully wraps his hand around the base.
It's tentative, the way he grips him, definitely overthinking what he wants to do. How does he want to move? He should just move and see what he likes. He watches Manabu's face as he strokes up, thumb rubbing along the head gently. Still definitely overthinking this.]
[Manabu's skin is almost burning to the touch, save where the veins trace along. but it's cooler where the tattoo is traced, given some of the blood enchantment put into the ink.
he feels a beat of embarrassment in lying back, but only until he looks up at Ryunosuke. at this angle, there's really something affecting about him that's different than before...but in ways Manabu can't really wrap his head around right now - there's other things wrapped up that take precedence.
speaking of: all it takes is that exploratory touch to the tip for Ryunosuke to witness Manabu's hair fluffing up again with a little pulse of extra energy, and it's all Manabu can do to stifle an embarrassing sound.
after a gulp, his voice wavering:] I-it's...more intense. When, when you do it, eh, eheh...
Yeah? [That just emboldens him, shifting his body to lay down beside him. He smiles, taking his time to stroke up from base to tip, chewing on his lip as he watches Manabu intently.] I think that's the point.
[At least he hopes it was. The action, the motion of his hand wasn't much different than what he does to himself, but the prospect of bringing Manabu to his climax was more thrilling. He licks his lips, shuffling again as he picks up the pace, longing to pull sounds of pleasure from his partner.]
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Date: 2022-08-25 10:28 pm (UTC)[It's a fair question, because how does one study? Sure he could look at some of the more risque art depicting sex acts but it wasn't like it was a how-to book. He doesn't stop smiling as he moves a bit closer, hand resting on Manabu's thigh. He just wants to be closer to Manabu however he could get right then.]
I think it's just trial and error. [He says quietly, moving to kiss his lips again.] Just...do what makes you feel good?
[Maybe he really should think about it more.]
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Date: 2022-08-25 10:44 pm (UTC)do what...makes him feel good. he hardly has to do anything, does he? when just kisses and the pressure of a hand does so much. there's more than that? but what about--]
--you, though... [he utters the thought aloud, but only in part, only when there was enough means to. he turns his head slightly away just for the chance to follow that train of thought.] Whatever can make you happy, or--or feel good... That's what I want. [he sits up out of the slight slouch he'd gotten comfortable in to meet Ryunosuke more in the middle, so he doesn't have to rest his weight on a hand. that frees it up to reach over to Ryu's waist.]
That's really what I want here, you know...! So--so tell me. Whatever you want, just tell me, okay?
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Date: 2022-08-28 07:20 pm (UTC)What I want is you. [He rubs his thumbs under his eyes.] You make me happy... [He shifts slightly, slacks tight and a little uncomfortable.] And if you couldn't tell, you make me feel good.
[He made him feel... were there any words to describe it? He made him feel lighter than air, made him feel like his heart would burst from his chest as it raced. There are a thousand words he could use to describe what he feels and they all die on his tongue when he's attempted to put thought to page. Ryunosuke was typically good at expressing himself (sometimes to his detriment) but Manabu often made him tongue-tied.]
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Date: 2022-08-28 07:40 pm (UTC)each kiss and affirmative sound emboldens getting closer, sitting up on his knees to press in, and gradually lead Ryunosuke down on his back.
between breathes:] This--okay--? [with him on top, chest-to-chest, hip-to-hip.]
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Date: 2022-08-28 09:10 pm (UTC)Yeah. This is okay. [He reaches up to cautiously touch his cheek.] You all right?
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Date: 2022-08-28 09:18 pm (UTC)the touch wakes him up from that little spell, prompting him to blink and swallow.]
Mn. Yeah. [he tilts his head into the hand, closing his eyes for a beat before turning his head to kiss at his palm - the start of a little train of kisses back to Ryunosuke’s face. there’s some shifting to keep from smothering him, but the skin-to-skin contact is exhilarating - each brush sending delightful signals up his body.
it’s all he can do to fight rolling his hips against Ryunosuke’s, so after a point he just…doesn’t. and the reward is thrilling torment - that friction eliciting a groan and a shiver, vaporless steam rising off his back.]
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Date: 2022-08-30 11:59 pm (UTC)He moans at the first roll of hips, arching his back up, nails digging into skin at the contact. He doesn't hesitate to chase after pleasure as he rocks his hips up in return.]
Ah-[He gasps against him, licking at his lips. How much better would the friction be if they weren't still wearing their slacks?]
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Date: 2022-08-31 12:45 am (UTC)May I... [he shifts his balance to one arm so the other hand can move down Ryunosuke's side, to his waistband.] Can we? Get rid of these?
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Date: 2022-08-31 01:01 am (UTC)Yes, please. [He says again, to drive the point home. Biting his lip as he watches him, shifting his hips a bit to emphasize that he really wants out of his trousers. They were rather uncomfortably tight, after all.]
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Date: 2022-08-31 01:33 am (UTC)[not even a beat is wasted on worry, and thank goodness for that - it's definitely not necessary. Manabu shifts how he sits so he can set to the task without thinking too hard on it, which is...honestly the best way he knows how to operate. brain cells? in this economy???
problem with that is that he absolutely forgets about his own clothes while he gets busy with unfastening and pulling down Ryunosuke's pants; he needs reminding for that bit, but he can take care of that with just a bit of sheepish fussing.
but it's true: this is a lot better now that clothes are cast aside. getting back into things comes with an extra layer of thrill and pleasure that's a no-brainer to indulge. and...it's not just him, right? Ryunosuke feels it too, right? there's no way he can't, not when Manabu bears back down on him, dispelling the chill that came from separating.]
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Date: 2022-09-04 05:16 pm (UTC)His nerves are dispelled as Manabu is back on him - the heat and warmth returning. His heart beats in his ears as he leans up and captures his lips in a searing kiss. He has never thought too hard about if he ever would get to this stage with anyone, and now here he was.
He definitely feels it too.
Ryunosuke rocks his hips up, chasing after the friction from earlier now that he was no longer hindered by clothing, and groans against his lips. The slide of skin on skin was glorious, sending little shocks of pleasure up his spine. He doesn't want to move too quickly, but he also can't help but move.]
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Date: 2022-09-04 05:45 pm (UTC)time is pretty absent in all this, because they could be at this forever and Manabu would hardly bat an eyelash. yet time manifests in the way urgency builds inside - the way his erection aches, a strained and taut muscle that can only endure for so long unattended. and he can feel Ryunosuke's, too...
the next catch of fingernails on his back makes his breath hitch and his hips buck a bit more aggressively, shocking him out of a layer of fog to part mouths and lift his head enough to look down at the state he's gotten Ryunosuke in, his own face flushed, mouth wet and eyes heavy-lidded, besotted. his chest aches just to see him this way.
he shifts his weight a bit to a side so once he pushes up again he can send a hand across Ryunosuke's chest, down his stomach and to his groin.
with his fingers just ghosting near his cock:] Ryuu... Do you want me to...?
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Date: 2022-09-05 01:01 am (UTC)He gasps for breath when Manabu pulls back, dragging one hand up into his hair with a heady smile.
Then his body shudders, the ghost of touch down his chest, to his cock and he's so close to losing it. He doesn't know how to form the word yes at first, nodding as he inhales through his nose.] Yes- [He says as he exhales, arching his hips to push the tip of his cock into his hand. Touch me he thinks, and longs to think of nothing else.]
Touch me. [He manages to vocalize, tugging lightly at the ends of Manabu's hair. He wants to tell him he doesn't need to ask, but he finds, instead, that he's biting his lip in anticipation.]
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Date: 2022-09-05 01:19 am (UTC)It's not enough.
He nearly bucks up into his hand, his whole body shuddering just from the touch. It was more than he could say when he's done this himself. Logically, it's different because he's sharing this sort of intimacy with someone, but he's awe by just how much more he's enjoying it. The careful stroke was almost too much for him, but he manages not to embarrass himself (for now). He can feel it building though, ready to overtake him without notice.]
Manabu- [He moans low.] Please- [Please what? Please more? Please hurry? He doesn't know what he wants outside of Manabu's hand and it moving.]
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Date: 2022-09-05 01:25 am (UTC)faster, with a tighter grip, Manabu works to push Ryunosuke over that edge, his own mind buzzing with the yearning to chase that high himself.]
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Date: 2022-09-05 06:44 pm (UTC)He knows he's at his limit and they've already just begun. He doesn't want the spell to break, doesn't want this to end, wants to do something more for Manabu - he can feel himself unraveling in his grasp. Every touch sends pleasant shock waves up his spine, his body a live wire ready for release.]
Manabu- [It comes tumbling out of his lips like a prayer.] Manabu!
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Date: 2022-09-05 07:05 pm (UTC)he grunts against Ryunosuke's neck, his shoulders tensing again at the yank on his hair, squirming as nails tickle down his spine. it makes him buck again, but it won't stop him from seeing things through, not until he can feel Ryunosuke lose it, until he can feel that hot and sticky fluid hit his skin.
i got you, he thinks, his breath too busy for words. i got you...]
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Date: 2022-09-05 08:37 pm (UTC)Ryunosuke is too wound up to stop it as he bucks up against his hand, chasing after his end. His desire to prolong it is overridden by the pleasure coursing through his veins, throwing his head back with a loud groan. His chest heaving for air as he hits his high, body arched like a bow string when it finally happens. His body shudders, cock twitching as he spills into his hand and against his stomach.
Manabu's name comes out in a desperate low whine against his ear before he gasps sharply for breath. He takes a moment trying to recover, turning his head to kiss Manabu's cheek, and moving his hand down to the curve of his jaw to trace his fingers across it.]
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Date: 2022-09-05 08:47 pm (UTC)guided by those fingers, he turns his head, his expression strained but sentimental, and chases Ryunosuke's mouth for a couple errant kisses before asking:] You okay...?
[maybe a dumb question, but it's always polite to ask.]
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Date: 2022-09-05 09:00 pm (UTC)Let me take care of you. [He says softly.] Please?
[It's the least he could do! After all, he wants Manabu to feel as good as he did.]
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Date: 2022-09-05 09:05 pm (UTC)his arms are also kind of tired from being in something of a long-running pushup held on just one arm - definitely not part of his usual workout routine (but not a bad addition) - so he lets Ryunosuke go, shifting with a grunt to sit, careful to disentangle his legs from Ryunosuke's so he can move as he pleases, no longer trapped underneath him.
briefly, he glances the glimpses of Ryunosuke still on him, feeling his heart thump a bit. if it were just him, he'd feel some bit of shame, so...shouldn't he now? he doesn't, though. not when the sound of his own name moaned the way it was is still buzzing in his still-buzzed brain.]
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Date: 2022-09-10 08:41 pm (UTC)It's tentative, the way he grips him, definitely overthinking what he wants to do. How does he want to move? He should just move and see what he likes. He watches Manabu's face as he strokes up, thumb rubbing along the head gently. Still definitely overthinking this.]
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Date: 2022-09-10 09:55 pm (UTC)he feels a beat of embarrassment in lying back, but only until he looks up at Ryunosuke. at this angle, there's really something affecting about him that's different than before...but in ways Manabu can't really wrap his head around right now - there's other things wrapped up that take precedence.
speaking of: all it takes is that exploratory touch to the tip for Ryunosuke to witness Manabu's hair fluffing up again with a little pulse of extra energy, and it's all Manabu can do to stifle an embarrassing sound.
after a gulp, his voice wavering:] I-it's...more intense. When, when you do it, eh, eheh...
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Date: 2022-09-10 11:26 pm (UTC)[At least he hopes it was. The action, the motion of his hand wasn't much different than what he does to himself, but the prospect of bringing Manabu to his climax was more thrilling. He licks his lips, shuffling again as he picks up the pace, longing to pull sounds of pleasure from his partner.]
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