[Eventually, eventually, he'll have to turn all this attention around, shine a spotlight on Mikey. Force the other boy to let him take care of him.
Eventually.
For now, Mikey's hand on his dick, and then the heat of their bodies together, is good, too good, amazing-- He breaks the kiss with a moan, guttural and unguarded, hips jerking up beneath the other boy's weight, pressing even closer to chase that friction.]
There's nothing better in the world than seeing you like this.
(he means it. it's almost like mikey took a pair of scissors to the bind of his inhibitions, his reservedness, managing to see it freely and unrestrained - a little gem that he keeps to himself, a win that he can't explain the meaning to even if he tried.
the moan travels through his spine, right to his dick, and whatever plans he had of stalling are out the window. he likes hearing yu, something he fought so hard to get, and he's going to take full advantage of the fact he's probably going to hear them.
so, it takes very little effort for him to slide down yu once he positions.)
[He wonders, in a way, if this will ever be less uncomfortable. If he'll ever feel less like the spotlight turned in his direction is too hot, too bright. So, too, does he wonder what a mess he probably looks like underneath its glow: disheveled, the flush spread across his cheeks and neck uneven, lips ruddy, half a step from losing it completely. It feels too easy to spiral out of control, to completely unravel.
In a way, that feels nice, too. Exciting. Knowing his composure could fray away at any moment.]
Mikey, [he gasps as they come together. His hands clench and unclench, holding onto the bindings in lieu of being able to touch the other boy. He wants to, he so desperately wants to feel his skin, his hands, and his inability to make that happen is going to drive him utterly out of his mind.] I want-- I-- come here.
[Is that an edge of desperation in his voice? A crack in his composure? A thread coming undone? He's almost beyond caring about it at the moment.]
(his eyes always close once he takes yu in, as if he is cherishing every feeling it gives him, every inch until he's completely in. lately, he notices, there's something quite magical about being on top like this, something he could never admit not too long ago when his pride took the most part in deciding these things. perhaps is the fact that he wants to be more active, to take things into his own hands and chase their pleasure himself, or perhaps it's just because he gets such a privileged view to yu's reactions.
that will never not be the most enticing aspect of having so much work, and that's exactly what makes his eyes open as soon as he reaches yu's hips, only to catch those words and the view of his hands trying to hold onto something they cannot.
oh, yu. should not have let him do it, because he doesn't even move yet. instead, a hand settles on the other's muscular chest, a bratty smile to his lips.)
You're going to have to ask harder than that, Yuchin.
[Damn it. Damn it. He's wound up, keyed up, as much turned on by his own powerlessness as he is by the way Mikey feels. The other teen's hand is hot against his skin, addictively so, feeding his want, his need, for more. He arches up into the touch, chasing the intimacy of warmth -- wordless, at first.
Those words hit him like a brick, sending a pulse of arousal through him. Another, rather, just as strong as the one he felt at the bindings.
And yet, the first sound he makes is a strangled groan, almost frustrated in his own helplessness. Ask harder. Fuck. He's being left with no choice, isn't he? There's a guarded part of himself that hates that, and yet-- part of him doesn't. His voice is breathless as he caves,] Please.
(he always takes a moment before he moves when yu is in him. it's almost like he's committing each inch to memory, his body craving to keep him perfectly fixed in his mind for as long as this place will have him. his eyes close, as he feels there's no more length anywhere outside him - a curse, because if anything, he wants to see how yu looks, but this always feels too pleasurable for him not to want to enjoy every second of it.
and then, the moan gets him out of his ecstasy, his eyes opening to see the boy arched, helpless, and the words that come out of him. the hand that set on his chest moves to yu's hips as to keep manjiro secure while he slowly descends, close enough to tease but not enough to kiss.
close enough that the tips of the short blonde hair might tickle yu's skin.)
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Eventually.
For now, Mikey's hand on his dick, and then the heat of their bodies together, is good, too good, amazing-- He breaks the kiss with a moan, guttural and unguarded, hips jerking up beneath the other boy's weight, pressing even closer to chase that friction.]
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(he means it. it's almost like mikey took a pair of scissors to the bind of his inhibitions, his reservedness, managing to see it freely and unrestrained - a little gem that he keeps to himself, a win that he can't explain the meaning to even if he tried.
the moan travels through his spine, right to his dick, and whatever plans he had of stalling are out the window. he likes hearing yu, something he fought so hard to get, and he's going to take full advantage of the fact he's probably going to hear them.
so, it takes very little effort for him to slide down yu once he positions.)
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In a way, that feels nice, too. Exciting. Knowing his composure could fray away at any moment.]
Mikey, [he gasps as they come together. His hands clench and unclench, holding onto the bindings in lieu of being able to touch the other boy. He wants to, he so desperately wants to feel his skin, his hands, and his inability to make that happen is going to drive him utterly out of his mind.] I want-- I-- come here.
[Is that an edge of desperation in his voice? A crack in his composure? A thread coming undone? He's almost beyond caring about it at the moment.]
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that will never not be the most enticing aspect of having so much work, and that's exactly what makes his eyes open as soon as he reaches yu's hips, only to catch those words and the view of his hands trying to hold onto something they cannot.
oh, yu. should not have let him do it, because he doesn't even move yet. instead, a hand settles on the other's muscular chest, a bratty smile to his lips.)
You're going to have to ask harder than that, Yuchin.
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Those words hit him like a brick, sending a pulse of arousal through him. Another, rather, just as strong as the one he felt at the bindings.
And yet, the first sound he makes is a strangled groan, almost frustrated in his own helplessness. Ask harder. Fuck. He's being left with no choice, isn't he? There's a guarded part of himself that hates that, and yet-- part of him doesn't. His voice is breathless as he caves,] Please.
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and then, the moan gets him out of his ecstasy, his eyes opening to see the boy arched, helpless, and the words that come out of him. the hand that set on his chest moves to yu's hips as to keep manjiro secure while he slowly descends, close enough to tease but not enough to kiss.
close enough that the tips of the short blonde hair might tickle yu's skin.)
Please what, again? I forgot.
(bitch. :) )