[That bite of teeth pulls a moan from Hiyori, sounding pleasured rather than a displeased. He doesn't mind Elan getting a bit rougher, nor does he mind having his face stroked tenderly, like a priceless treasure being appraised. He does, however, pull back just to murmur,]
Careful.
[He can't return to his room with visibly-bitten lips, or any other bitemarks. At least not where the yukata might show them, anyway (or where his stage clothes might show them later, if the mark lasts more than a day or two). But Elan-kun isn't an idol. He's been wandering the globe dressed in outdoor clothes. So there's no need to be so careful with him... right?
With a smirk playing on his lips, Hiyori leans in again, not to steal another kiss but to bury his mouth in Elan's throat. He sucks on the skin before bearing down with his teeth, one hand still wandering inside Elan's yukata while the other pulls at the knot at the front of it.]
[ But that smirk is a bit too knowing for that to not have been a bit deliberate. Something he might be gloating about internally a bit just before Hiyori returns the favor. His body stiffens and Hiyori might be able to feel his cock jump and twitch as teeth dig in against his throat. Hands clutch at him and there's a muted little gasp of pleasure, his body rising to meet Hiyori.
The yukata opens easily enough. Underneath he's mostly bare, aside from osme underwear - underwear with a very obvious hard-on underneath. Elan's breath comes in a short, sharp little gasp and then another as he leans into Hiyori and just clings for a long moment.
[A fleeting smile presses into Elan's skin, before Hiyori flicks his tongue out to soothe over the area that was just bitten. Was that enough to leave a mark just now? Not a permanent one, no. But there are plenty of places left, especially now that Elan's robe is open.
He moves down Elan's neck to arrive at the base of his throat, grazing with his teeth before sucking harshly. Their hips roll together again, letting Elan feel his own hardness, his hand smoothing over Elan's stomach before he raises his hips so his palm can dip lower, pressed teasingly against Elan's underwear. He drags that over the shape of him, stroking lightly downward; perhaps it would come across as exploratory if this was their first time, or the first dick he's touched. But it isn't and it's not, so the only real explanation is that he's a tease!
That's fine, though, surely. He can't afford to disappear for hours, but he has no curfew. He can take his sweet, sweet time pulling more cute sounds out of Elan.]
[ Oh, he is a tease and Elan actually enjoys that - as frustrating as it might be on the receiving end. There's a low gasp and a little hitch of his hips as that hand drags over him. It's not as good as it could be through cloth... but that's the point, isn't it? His eyes are bright and staring as he watches Hiyori's hand - and then lifts to meet Hiyori's gaze with something hungry. He reaches out to grab the collar of his yukata and tugs him forward, trying to get a kiss from him. ]
[Hiyori's working on a hickey (or a "love bite." He likes that term since it sounds a bit more passionate!). He hasn't accomplished one yet but he's getting there. However, he can't complete it, because he's suddenly being grabbed and yanked away! His eyes fly open, and he gives Elan a surprised look as their faces draw together. But once he hears that rebuttal—and processes what just happened—it's back to a smirk.]
Now why on earth would you think that?
[He palms at Elan a bit more firmly, lightly grasping his fingers around the bulge, his voice lowered to a murmur.]
I don't want to make you suffer at a~ll. "Drowning in pleasure" is more what I'm after ♪
[Another reference to the song lyrics they sang, though he also said something similar to Elan last time they hooked up. He does know what Elan wants, so he decides to give it to him, kissing him not-so-chastely again and letting it linger. But then he pulls back to add,]
And if you're not satisfied, you can always nicely for what you want like a good boy, you know ♪
[ Elan's first response is a hiss of escaping breath as Hiyori takes a firmer grip against his cock. Again his arousal twitches and jumps against the pressure and friction and Elan's eyelids flutter as he shifts his hips a little, the hiss turning into a laugh. ]
I'm not good at being good.
[ He breathes out. In. ]
But I guess I can do it this time.
[ He takes another breath. ]
I want you to touch my cock, Hiyori.
[ His cheeks are burning, but he got the words out. ]
[Elan-kun is truly, irresistibly cute like this. Smiling and laughing but all too adorably flustered, his eyes bright and his voice breathy with desire. He knows he ought to give him what he wants without teasing him too much, but he simply can't help himself!
He gets a bit more than he bargained for, though, with Elan talking like that. Would it be weird to say that hearing a vulgar word said in a voice that sounds so similar to his own is oddly captivating? Probably, but it's how Hiyori feels.
Heat singes his cheeks but he doesn't lose the smirk, nuzzling his face up to Elan's and cooing out some praise.]
Aww, but you seem like a good, cute boy to me ♪
[And good boys deserve rewards, so he'll be slipping his hand inside Elan's underwear now. Wrapping around hot flesh, squeezing the shaft gently before stroking upwards.]
So why not lie back and let yourself be spoiled for a bit? I'd say you've earned that and more.
What can I say? Appearances are deceiving. I'm usually pretty bad... but for you, I think I can make an exception.
[ It's all flirtation and smiles and there's something incredibly enticing about all of it. It's... playful. A bit of back and forth. While his experiences are limited... it makes his cheeks burn in a pleasant way. He leans into that little nuzzle and slides a hand into Hiyori's yukata, dragging fingers against the bare skin of his chest before he goes tense as he feels fingers close around him. His eyes flicker half closed and he takes a slow shuddering breath as he starts to lean back again. ]
Don't think I mind that idea at all. So... spoil me a little. Please?
[ He laughs, the "please" a bit more mocking than pleading - but it's something. ]
Your hand feels ridiculously good-
[ And there's evidence of that - a smear of arousal and pre against Hiyori's palm. ]
[He nudges their noses together, speaking against Elan's lips.]
Then I guess that makes you my good boy ♪
[Another playful flirtation. Of course Elan doesn't belong to him in any sense of the word, but he's his for tonight, anyway, and Hiyori intends to enjoy him while he can. He kisses Elan again briefly, letting out another soft moan when Elan starts feeling up his chest. He hasn't had much stimulation yet, so even a bit of attention is nice.
But rather than basking in Elan's attention, he'll be the one spoiling Elan next! That's already been decided, and so he helps Elan onto his back next, laying him down on the futon and straddling him properly. His hand continues to move, giving Elan a few more pumps, palm sliding over the head to gather up some of that slickness. He smirks and responds,]
That's because it's not just anyone's hand. Other people only ever get to dream of being in your shoes ♪
[You know, in case Elan's forgotten he's a glamorous celebrity and all... He does stop stroking Elan for a moment, but only so he can use both hands to pull his underwear down his thighs, exposing Elan completely. He really is pent up, all flushed and strained and beading at the tip, and as Hiyori re-wraps his hand around him the stickiness makes him want to entertain more possibilities. He got some great reactions from slicking up his fingers and sliding them deep inside Elan last time. It's just a shame this hotel room isn't as well-stocked as the other one...
Well, if Elan likes his hand, his hand is what he'll get. Meanwhile, he leans in again, his lips landing at the base of Elan's throat, trailing his way down until he arrives at his chest. Playing with his nipples also got a good reaction, and plus they look cute and inviting, so he'll go ahead and flick his tongue out over one of them.]
[ How could Elan forget about his celebrity when Hiyori keeps reminding him? He would like to make a smart remark in reply, but the touch of that hand makes it very hard for him to do anything but take a long, deep breath as he tries to hold himself together. Not as easy as it sounds, honestly, since they've been building up to this for a good part of the night. So he sucks down another breath, panting, and lets himself arch up into the touch of Hiyori's hand, thrusting against his fingers in a bid to get a more friction and pleasure out of him. It's perhaps a little more needy than he'd like to come off as, but Hiyori's already seen this side of him. No real point in hiding it.
There are fingers against his chest and lips on his throat and he responds by digging fingers into his hair and dragging him closer, his breath hot and harsh against his ear as he tries not to squirm too much. The temptation is overwhelming, though. The touch and grip of his hand provides heat and pressure that he bot hcraves and wants to get away from. That strange dichotomy - the overwhelming want to finish and the almost-agony that makes one want to back away. ]
H-hey-
[ He murmurs, eyebrows lidding. There's a flicker of hesitation, a heartbeat where he's either trying to catch his breath or trying to decide what he's going to say. ]
I want you inside me. [ He's bright red when he says that, a touch reluctant to say it out loud, but... well. They've done this before, right. His cock twitches at his words - and he's not quite sure they're equipped for it here, but he wants to try at least. ]
[He closes his lips around a nipple, one hand splayed across Elan's stomach, the other dragging up and down his cock. Fast but not too fast. He wants to make Elan feel good, of course, but he doesn't want this to be over with too soon. Unless Elan-kun could go again? He did go twice last time...
But while Hiyori's thinking about such things, Elan tries to get his attention. His eyes blink open and he glances up. Their eyes lock, Elan blushes a lovely red color, and then he asks for something a little more.
Hiyori would be lying if he said it didn't excite him. Those words are molten heat in his veins, between his legs, cock giving a throb. He wants it too, of course. He's just a little unsure how to proceed. But he smiles rather than show any misgivings.]
Elan-kun's a little greedy. Not that that's a problem, of course. It makes you cute, rather ♪
[He smirks, his words laced with heat, purposefully rubbing his fingers over the slick head of Elan's cock. He removes his hand afterwards and spreads them, showing the clear stickiness. But they're obviously not as well-lubricated as they would be if he was using—well—lube.]
I'm guessing you don't have anything with you, though. Ours was an unexpected encounter, after all.
[ It really isn't fair how the simple movement of his hand can have Elan's body feeling as if it's going to contort; too warm, too eager, too much energy, all needing to find an outlet. He swallows hard, eyes blinking rapidly as he meets Hiyori's gaze, his nipples hardening under the attention that Hiyori gives him.
Focus, Elan.
Elan breathes; in and out, slow and easy, as he tries to steady his racing heart. He manages a shaky little laugh and then he sticks out his tongue. ]
...I bought a little bottle of the stuff, just in case I felt like I needed it. It's - uh - fine for using on myself, so-
[ He shrugs. Not at all sheepish, just a little matter-of-fact. ]
Let me-
[ He half-rolls over, reaching for his backpack. ]
He blinks a few times. Really, Elan has that stuff? Even though he wasn't able to plan for this? What on earth are the odds? He stares as Elan shrugs, rolling over to dig through his things, brain still processing this turn of events. But, eventually, Hiyori gets over the surprise.
In the most obnoxious way possible.]
... now that's what I call foresight!
[He smiles again, bright as a sunbeam. Nobody gets hurt, Elan can get what he wants, and he can get what he wants! Excellent weather. ... though, going all the way might still be hard, since Elan probably didn't bring condoms...
Well, they're not at that point yet, so for now he'll simply do what he does best: keep teasing, all while eyeing Elan with the heated gaze of a predator ready to pounce.]
[ He's got his own weird needs and wants. Well, not weird. It was perfectly natural, wasn't it? Elan huffs as the small bottle comes out of his pack and he turns to hold it out to him. ]
I'm not going to say it, no matter how much you tease.
[ He's just gonna push back a little. He feels obligated. ]
[It might be perfectly natural, but it's also perfectly natural for Hiyori to tease! So that's the tea on that. Elan-kun looks cute when he's embarrassed and huffy, after all.
He'll look cute writhing in pleasure, too. Spread open underneath him, adorable and helpless. Hiyori's all too eager to bring him to that state, accepting the bottle right away and opening it with his clean hand.]
A pity, but oh well. I'll settle for hearing other nice things.
[Like Elan-kun's moans. He spends a bit too long slicking up his fingers (another form of teasing, really) before he finally caps the bottle shut with his palm, dropping it off to the side somewhere. He crawls forward, smoothing a hand up Elan's thigh and reaching between his legs with the other one.]
It's just us in here, so there's absolutely no need to hold back your voice ♪
[He says, blithely ignoring the fact that the other members of his unit could be potentially roaming the halls outside. But right now they're in their own little world and he's focused on nothing but his partner, holding Elan's gaze as he presses a wet fingertip to his hole. Circling the area, then nudging into him slowly but surely.
Let's see, where's that special spot he found last time...?]
[ Elan seems a little unimpressed with the teasing, although maybe he's just being grumpy about it. He usually prefers to be the one doing said teasing after all, although maybe with Hiyori it's a little different. He settles back on his elbows to watch as Hiyori gets himself nice and slick and there's only a little bit of squirming in impatience.
It's really unfair how Hiyori seems to know what buttons to press, isn't it? ]
I'll keep that in mind.
[ He replies with a low little snort and then there's a moment of tension, his arousal twitching as he feels those slick fingers sliding against him. There's a flutter and then he tries to relax, a low sigh easing out of him as he feels himself being spread open and entered, bit by bit. It's as strange a feeling as the first time but it isn't bad. He doesn't cry out or anything, but he does settle his head back and spread his legs a little more, tongue wetting his lips. The fingers slide a little deeper and then there's a jolt as it presses against that little spot inside of him. It's not precisely pleasure - it's an electric buzz that suffuses him and makes everything tingle. ]
Ah-
[ It's a small little sound. But it is something. ]
[There's no need to go slow. Not when Elan asked for this from him, and not when he took so well to it last time. That's why he doesn't hesitate to add a second finger, sliding them in deep. He watches Elan relax into the touch, his cute pink tongue flicking out, head shifting on top of the pillow. Even his small and soft reactions are cute. All the same, Hiyori's sure he can draw out better ones than this.
He curls his fingers just right and Elan lets out a moan, short but louder, and the corners of his lips curve further upwards. There's only one thing to do and that's grind both fingers into that spot, keeping his wrist in place to massage the area thoroughly.
Now, he's honestly not that keen on masturbation himself. He's done it, of course, but it always feels a tad undignified! Kind of like something someone else ought to be doing for him, really. Plus he's shared a room for the past two years, and he's horrendously busy to boot. When he does it himself, it's usually a quick thing. So it hadn't occurred to him that Elan-kun might masturbate that way. Now that he knows the truth, however—]
You've been giving this place a lot of love, hmm?
[He can't resist adding it to his arsenal of weapons to tease with. His other hand strokes across Elan's stomach next, gently pressing down, holding him in place while he moves his fingers.]
That's good! But it's a shame if you always have to do it, so this time, I'll take good care of you ♪
Elan's breath escapes in a soft sigh as he feels that second finger slide into him. He squirms a little, his toes curling into the bed sheets as he twists a little and then settles, his eyes half shut as he feels the stretch and the sense of fullness that comes with it. The electric buzz that comes when that spot is stroked and pressed again, a feeling of tension and restlessness that is nothing like having his cock touched but that still makes his muscles go taut and then relax.
Hiyori is far too good at teasing, he thinks, but he really has no choice but to endure it. ]
I just-
[ He bites on his lower lip as Hiyori presses down on his belly as those fingers stroke into him, making him tense, relax, tense. ]
You don't have to say it like that-
[ That's not quite a whine and he's not really complaining, but he is flushing a deeper shade of red. ]
[He doesn't let up. Even when Elan whines, even when he goes tense. He's sure that Elan has more to give him if he keeps playing with him like this, and so he draws out his fingers, only to thrust them in hard again. Grinding into Elan's sweet spot, while his other hand continues to hold Elan's stomach down. Those fingers stroke Elan, too, on the outside, dipping teasingly below his navel. If Hiyori was inside him, he'd come up to around here, wouldn't he?
Of course, that's just his greed talking. Elan only asked for fingers. And there's another part of Elan that looks like it's begging for attention, red and hard and straining against his stomach. The side of his hand is brushing it, but for now he leaves Elan's cock alone, focused on unraveling him from the inside.]
No?
[He leans in, bringing his smirking face closer to Elan's adorable blushing one, violet eyes openly hungry.]
[ He protests, perhaps a bit too much. The talk is enticing and paired with the physical sensations that sweep his body it's honestly pretty enrapturing. But he's also a little embarrassed by it and he's caught between that and his own urge to lean into it. But there isn't much else to be done about that, is there? And the embarrassment is, perhaps, a part of the pleasure in a way.
Not that he's ever going to say that out loud, mind you.
His hips hitch and he grinds hard against the hand that's thrusting fingers into him, his breath catching. His cock sways, practically begging for attention - but surprisingly perhaps Elan isn't going to ask for that just yet. Instead he's still riding out the hands that press inside and outside of him, feeling the wave rise and fall and never quite getting there, but filling him with that electric buzz and tension that isn't quite enough.
[Elan-kun's enduring quite a lot. Goodness knows how Hiyori would react if someone had the gall to tease him so excessively. But seeing his partner torn between embarrassment and pleasure is undeniably a lot of fun for him. Elan simply looks so cute like this, making Hiyori want to keep pushing him closer and closer to the brink.
Even Elan-kun has his limits, though, it seems. Squirming down onto his hand, he says it's "too much," and Hiyori loses some of his smugness.]
You don't want it to stop, though, do you?
[That just seems like it'd be cruel. Though perhaps what he's doing right now isn't much less cruel: his fingers massaging gently inside of Elan, but not rubbing hard enough to satisfy, while his other hand strokes Elan's stomach soothingly. He did say it was too much, so he's trying to ease up for now.]
Do you need a break? Or is there something else you need...?
[Like having his cock touched again. Hiyori's fingers trail along the length, curling loosely around the head.]
maybe it just felt like one to me because i spent a million hours at work on monday
[ The gentleness is a bit of a relief, but it still just keeps that 'itch' at a noticeable level. It makes him want more; it makes him want it to stop. That energy that seems to fill him from the touch isn't going anywhere and he feels as if he has to find an outlet or he's going to snap. He worries at his lower lip and gives Hiyori a look, his cock twitching as that hand teases him.
Part of him wants to get back at Hiyori for this. Another part just wants to bask in it. ]
[Elan is welcome to start plotting revenge. Hiyori's absurdly hard right now, so it'd be all too easy to make him suffer. But right now it's Elan who's at his mercy, squirming and biting his lip underneath him. It seems forming words is hard for him right now, but that doesn't render him any less appealing. And in the end, he does manage to ask for what he wants, his needy tone pricking Hiyori's ears with heat.]
Hmm, alright! Sounds simple enough.
[He hums cheerfully, flashing Elan a grin. He hadn't been sure what to do before, but the way forward is clear! Elan wants to be touched inside and out, so he'll just have to love both areas equally.
His hand closes around Elan's cock, thumb swiping the head before dragging downwards. He strokes him fast, building a quick rhythm, but doesn't forget to move the fingers inside him either, rubbing both into Elan's sweet spot. This is what you call multitasking!
Or maybe it's what you call a full-fledged assault. Elan's not the only casualty here, though. Every sound he makes, ever shaky breath and every squeeze of his body around Hiyori's fingers causes him to throb harder with need. But he focuses on giving Elan pleasure, eyes boring into his face, not wanting to miss a single reaction.]
[ When he's finally touched, Elan lets out a long, low moan - and then Hiyori starts to stroke. He trails into a low little noise, almost a whine, as he's assaulted inside and out and the pleasure starts to burn into one long, unbroken sensation as his nerve endings are assaulted. It's almost too much, really. It's a long, building wave that causes his back to arch and his toes to curl. ]
B-better-
[ He manages to gasp. It's not strictly better. But he has what he wants, so that's something. ]
[He knows where this will end. Elan-kun looks so desperate, so needy and cute. Sounds it, too, whining and moaning with a voice that Hiyori now knows can produce some pleasant singing. Perhaps in another life, he helps Elan train that voice into something special, something he can dazzle audiences with. But in this life, he's content to keep the sound of Elan's cute voice all to himself.
There's just one more thing he wants to hear, though.]
Sure, sure. I'll give you exactly what you want. And in return, you can give me something ♪
[His slippery hand, slick with sweat and Elan's precum, drags and squeezes along the shaft. His fingers continue their targeted grinding, not trying to stretch Elan out, just focused on bringing him pleasure. He brings their faces close, close enough that his wavy bangs brush Elan's forehead, close enough that Elan can feel his breath.]
Why not tell me what I want to hear?
[He twists his wrist on Elan's cock, voice breathy and hot and positively dripping with greed, speaking almost against Elan's skin.]
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Careful.
[He can't return to his room with visibly-bitten lips, or any other bitemarks. At least not where the yukata might show them, anyway (or where his stage clothes might show them later, if the mark lasts more than a day or two). But Elan-kun isn't an idol. He's been wandering the globe dressed in outdoor clothes. So there's no need to be so careful with him... right?
With a smirk playing on his lips, Hiyori leans in again, not to steal another kiss but to bury his mouth in Elan's throat. He sucks on the skin before bearing down with his teeth, one hand still wandering inside Elan's yukata while the other pulls at the knot at the front of it.]
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[ But that smirk is a bit too knowing for that to not have been a bit deliberate. Something he might be gloating about internally a bit just before Hiyori returns the favor. His body stiffens and Hiyori might be able to feel his cock jump and twitch as teeth dig in against his throat. Hands clutch at him and there's a muted little gasp of pleasure, his body rising to meet Hiyori.
The yukata opens easily enough. Underneath he's mostly bare, aside from osme underwear - underwear with a very obvious hard-on underneath. Elan's breath comes in a short, sharp little gasp and then another as he leans into Hiyori and just clings for a long moment.
OK, he liked that.</small ]
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He moves down Elan's neck to arrive at the base of his throat, grazing with his teeth before sucking harshly. Their hips roll together again, letting Elan feel his own hardness, his hand smoothing over Elan's stomach before he raises his hips so his palm can dip lower, pressed teasingly against Elan's underwear. He drags that over the shape of him, stroking lightly downward; perhaps it would come across as exploratory if this was their first time, or the first dick he's touched. But it isn't and it's not, so the only real explanation is that he's a tease!
That's fine, though, surely. He can't afford to disappear for hours, but he has no curfew. He can take his sweet, sweet time pulling more cute sounds out of Elan.]
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Tease.
[ He says it out loud. ]
I think you just like making me suffer.
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Now why on earth would you think that?
[He palms at Elan a bit more firmly, lightly grasping his fingers around the bulge, his voice lowered to a murmur.]
I don't want to make you suffer at a~ll. "Drowning in pleasure" is more what I'm after ♪
[Another reference to the song lyrics they sang, though he also said something similar to Elan last time they hooked up. He does know what Elan wants, so he decides to give it to him, kissing him not-so-chastely again and letting it linger. But then he pulls back to add,]
And if you're not satisfied, you can always nicely for what you want like a good boy, you know ♪
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I'm not good at being good.
[ He breathes out. In. ]
But I guess I can do it this time.
[ He takes another breath. ]
I want you to touch my cock, Hiyori.
[ His cheeks are burning, but he got the words out. ]
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He gets a bit more than he bargained for, though, with Elan talking like that. Would it be weird to say that hearing a vulgar word said in a voice that sounds so similar to his own is oddly captivating? Probably, but it's how Hiyori feels.
Heat singes his cheeks but he doesn't lose the smirk, nuzzling his face up to Elan's and cooing out some praise.]
Aww, but you seem like a good, cute boy to me ♪
[And good boys deserve rewards, so he'll be slipping his hand inside Elan's underwear now. Wrapping around hot flesh, squeezing the shaft gently before stroking upwards.]
So why not lie back and let yourself be spoiled for a bit? I'd say you've earned that and more.
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[ It's all flirtation and smiles and there's something incredibly enticing about all of it. It's... playful. A bit of back and forth. While his experiences are limited... it makes his cheeks burn in a pleasant way. He leans into that little nuzzle and slides a hand into Hiyori's yukata, dragging fingers against the bare skin of his chest before he goes tense as he feels fingers close around him. His eyes flicker half closed and he takes a slow shuddering breath as he starts to lean back again. ]
Don't think I mind that idea at all. So... spoil me a little. Please?
[ He laughs, the "please" a bit more mocking than pleading - but it's something. ]
Your hand feels ridiculously good-
[ And there's evidence of that - a smear of arousal and pre against Hiyori's palm. ]
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Then I guess that makes you my good boy ♪
[Another playful flirtation. Of course Elan doesn't belong to him in any sense of the word, but he's his for tonight, anyway, and Hiyori intends to enjoy him while he can. He kisses Elan again briefly, letting out another soft moan when Elan starts feeling up his chest. He hasn't had much stimulation yet, so even a bit of attention is nice.
But rather than basking in Elan's attention, he'll be the one spoiling Elan next! That's already been decided, and so he helps Elan onto his back next, laying him down on the futon and straddling him properly. His hand continues to move, giving Elan a few more pumps, palm sliding over the head to gather up some of that slickness. He smirks and responds,]
That's because it's not just anyone's hand. Other people only ever get to dream of being in your shoes ♪
[You know, in case Elan's forgotten he's a glamorous celebrity and all... He does stop stroking Elan for a moment, but only so he can use both hands to pull his underwear down his thighs, exposing Elan completely. He really is pent up, all flushed and strained and beading at the tip, and as Hiyori re-wraps his hand around him the stickiness makes him want to entertain more possibilities. He got some great reactions from slicking up his fingers and sliding them deep inside Elan last time. It's just a shame this hotel room isn't as well-stocked as the other one...
Well, if Elan likes his hand, his hand is what he'll get. Meanwhile, he leans in again, his lips landing at the base of Elan's throat, trailing his way down until he arrives at his chest. Playing with his nipples also got a good reaction, and plus they look cute and inviting, so he'll go ahead and flick his tongue out over one of them.]
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There are fingers against his chest and lips on his throat and he responds by digging fingers into his hair and dragging him closer, his breath hot and harsh against his ear as he tries not to squirm too much. The temptation is overwhelming, though. The touch and grip of his hand provides heat and pressure that he bot hcraves and wants to get away from. That strange dichotomy - the overwhelming want to finish and the almost-agony that makes one want to back away. ]
H-hey-
[ He murmurs, eyebrows lidding. There's a flicker of hesitation, a heartbeat where he's either trying to catch his breath or trying to decide what he's going to say. ]
I want you inside me. [ He's bright red when he says that, a touch reluctant to say it out loud, but... well. They've done this before, right. His cock twitches at his words - and he's not quite sure they're equipped for it here, but he wants to try at least. ]
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But while Hiyori's thinking about such things, Elan tries to get his attention. His eyes blink open and he glances up. Their eyes lock, Elan blushes a lovely red color, and then he asks for something a little more.
Hiyori would be lying if he said it didn't excite him. Those words are molten heat in his veins, between his legs, cock giving a throb. He wants it too, of course. He's just a little unsure how to proceed. But he smiles rather than show any misgivings.]
Elan-kun's a little greedy. Not that that's a problem, of course. It makes you cute, rather ♪
[He smirks, his words laced with heat, purposefully rubbing his fingers over the slick head of Elan's cock. He removes his hand afterwards and spreads them, showing the clear stickiness. But they're obviously not as well-lubricated as they would be if he was using—well—lube.]
I'm guessing you don't have anything with you, though. Ours was an unexpected encounter, after all.
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Focus, Elan.
Elan breathes; in and out, slow and easy, as he tries to steady his racing heart. He manages a shaky little laugh and then he sticks out his tongue. ]
...I bought a little bottle of the stuff, just in case I felt like I needed it. It's - uh - fine for using on myself, so-
[ He shrugs. Not at all sheepish, just a little matter-of-fact. ]
Let me-
[ He half-rolls over, reaching for his backpack. ]
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He blinks a few times. Really, Elan has that stuff? Even though he wasn't able to plan for this? What on earth are the odds? He stares as Elan shrugs, rolling over to dig through his things, brain still processing this turn of events. But, eventually, Hiyori gets over the surprise.
In the most obnoxious way possible.]
... now that's what I call foresight!
[He smiles again, bright as a sunbeam. Nobody gets hurt, Elan can get what he wants, and he can get what he wants! Excellent weather. ... though, going all the way might still be hard, since Elan probably didn't bring condoms...
Well, they're not at that point yet, so for now he'll simply do what he does best: keep teasing, all while eyeing Elan with the heated gaze of a predator ready to pounce.]
You missed my fingers that much, hmm? ♪
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[ He's got his own weird needs and wants. Well, not weird. It was perfectly natural, wasn't it? Elan huffs as the small bottle comes out of his pack and he turns to hold it out to him. ]
I'm not going to say it, no matter how much you tease.
[ He's just gonna push back a little. He feels obligated. ]
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He'll look cute writhing in pleasure, too. Spread open underneath him, adorable and helpless. Hiyori's all too eager to bring him to that state, accepting the bottle right away and opening it with his clean hand.]
A pity, but oh well. I'll settle for hearing other nice things.
[Like Elan-kun's moans. He spends a bit too long slicking up his fingers (another form of teasing, really) before he finally caps the bottle shut with his palm, dropping it off to the side somewhere. He crawls forward, smoothing a hand up Elan's thigh and reaching between his legs with the other one.]
It's just us in here, so there's absolutely no need to hold back your voice ♪
[He says, blithely ignoring the fact that the other members of his unit could be potentially roaming the halls outside. But right now they're in their own little world and he's focused on nothing but his partner, holding Elan's gaze as he presses a wet fingertip to his hole. Circling the area, then nudging into him slowly but surely.
Let's see, where's that special spot he found last time...?]
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It's really unfair how Hiyori seems to know what buttons to press, isn't it? ]
I'll keep that in mind.
[ He replies with a low little snort and then there's a moment of tension, his arousal twitching as he feels those slick fingers sliding against him. There's a flutter and then he tries to relax, a low sigh easing out of him as he feels himself being spread open and entered, bit by bit. It's as strange a feeling as the first time but it isn't bad. He doesn't cry out or anything, but he does settle his head back and spread his legs a little more, tongue wetting his lips. The fingers slide a little deeper and then there's a jolt as it presses against that little spot inside of him. It's not precisely pleasure - it's an electric buzz that suffuses him and makes everything tingle. ]
Ah-
[ It's a small little sound. But it is something. ]
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He curls his fingers just right and Elan lets out a moan, short but louder, and the corners of his lips curve further upwards. There's only one thing to do and that's grind both fingers into that spot, keeping his wrist in place to massage the area thoroughly.
Now, he's honestly not that keen on masturbation himself. He's done it, of course, but it always feels a tad undignified! Kind of like something someone else ought to be doing for him, really. Plus he's shared a room for the past two years, and he's horrendously busy to boot. When he does it himself, it's usually a quick thing. So it hadn't occurred to him that Elan-kun might masturbate that way. Now that he knows the truth, however—]
You've been giving this place a lot of love, hmm?
[He can't resist adding it to his arsenal of weapons to tease with. His other hand strokes across Elan's stomach next, gently pressing down, holding him in place while he moves his fingers.]
That's good! But it's a shame if you always have to do it, so this time, I'll take good care of you ♪
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Elan's breath escapes in a soft sigh as he feels that second finger slide into him. He squirms a little, his toes curling into the bed sheets as he twists a little and then settles, his eyes half shut as he feels the stretch and the sense of fullness that comes with it. The electric buzz that comes when that spot is stroked and pressed again, a feeling of tension and restlessness that is nothing like having his cock touched but that still makes his muscles go taut and then relax.
Hiyori is far too good at teasing, he thinks, but he really has no choice but to endure it. ]
I just-
[ He bites on his lower lip as Hiyori presses down on his belly as those fingers stroke into him, making him tense, relax, tense. ]
You don't have to say it like that-
[ That's not quite a whine and he's not really complaining, but he is flushing a deeper shade of red. ]
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Of course, that's just his greed talking. Elan only asked for fingers. And there's another part of Elan that looks like it's begging for attention, red and hard and straining against his stomach. The side of his hand is brushing it, but for now he leaves Elan's cock alone, focused on unraveling him from the inside.]
No?
[He leans in, bringing his smirking face closer to Elan's adorable blushing one, violet eyes openly hungry.]
Then how should I say it?
sorry for the delay!
[ He protests, perhaps a bit too much. The talk is enticing and paired with the physical sensations that sweep his body it's honestly pretty enrapturing. But he's also a little embarrassed by it and he's caught between that and his own urge to lean into it. But there isn't much else to be done about that, is there? And the embarrassment is, perhaps, a part of the pleasure in a way.
Not that he's ever going to say that out loud, mind you.
His hips hitch and he grinds hard against the hand that's thrusting fingers into him, his breath catching. His cock sways, practically begging for attention - but surprisingly perhaps Elan isn't going to ask for that just yet. Instead he's still riding out the hands that press inside and outside of him, feeling the wave rise and fall and never quite getting there, but filling him with that electric buzz and tension that isn't quite enough.
Oh, that's infuriating in a way. ]
Ah-
[ He pants. ]
Hiyori, it's too much...
lol what delay
Even Elan-kun has his limits, though, it seems. Squirming down onto his hand, he says it's "too much," and Hiyori loses some of his smugness.]
You don't want it to stop, though, do you?
[That just seems like it'd be cruel. Though perhaps what he's doing right now isn't much less cruel: his fingers massaging gently inside of Elan, but not rubbing hard enough to satisfy, while his other hand strokes Elan's stomach soothingly. He did say it was too much, so he's trying to ease up for now.]
Do you need a break? Or is there something else you need...?
[Like having his cock touched again. Hiyori's fingers trail along the length, curling loosely around the head.]
maybe it just felt like one to me because i spent a million hours at work on monday
Part of him wants to get back at Hiyori for this. Another part just wants to bask in it. ]
I n-need you to - to touch me there-
[ He breathes out. ]
My cock.
[ Well, he's gone and said it. ]
oh no... hope you're free from overwork now
Hmm, alright! Sounds simple enough.
[He hums cheerfully, flashing Elan a grin. He hadn't been sure what to do before, but the way forward is clear! Elan wants to be touched inside and out, so he'll just have to love both areas equally.
His hand closes around Elan's cock, thumb swiping the head before dragging downwards. He strokes him fast, building a quick rhythm, but doesn't forget to move the fingers inside him either, rubbing both into Elan's sweet spot. This is what you call multitasking!
Or maybe it's what you call a full-fledged assault. Elan's not the only casualty here, though. Every sound he makes, ever shaky breath and every squeeze of his body around Hiyori's fingers causes him to throb harder with need. But he focuses on giving Elan pleasure, eyes boring into his face, not wanting to miss a single reaction.]
Better now? Or is it still too much?
mostly!
B-better-
[ He manages to gasp. It's not strictly better. But he has what he wants, so that's something. ]
Keep... going...
[ His hips hitch, press, jerk. ]
great news
There's just one more thing he wants to hear, though.]
Sure, sure. I'll give you exactly what you want. And in return, you can give me something ♪
[His slippery hand, slick with sweat and Elan's precum, drags and squeezes along the shaft. His fingers continue their targeted grinding, not trying to stretch Elan out, just focused on bringing him pleasure. He brings their faces close, close enough that his wavy bangs brush Elan's forehead, close enough that Elan can feel his breath.]
Why not tell me what I want to hear?
[He twists his wrist on Elan's cock, voice breathy and hot and positively dripping with greed, speaking almost against Elan's skin.]
My name, said in that sweet voice of yours ♪
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yeah it's my turn to apologize for being slow at this point
noooo worries
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i know this feeling
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