[ 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.]
[ Oh, none of this is fair, even if it's exactly what he wants. He feels ruined, exposed, naked and bare in front of Hiyori and not just in a physical sense. He makes a low noise, almost a whine, and tries to get a bit more friction from the hand on his cock. He knows he must be a sight and still he wants more. He wants to find that moment where everything peaks and then snaps.
And all he needs to do is give in.
He bridles a bit at that - but he's here. He placed himself here, in Hiyori's hands - so why not? ]
[He knows, of course. Knows that it's hard to this vulnerable. Especially for Elan-kun, who's been tricked and hurt and mistreated before. The people in his life haven't been trustworthy. He has all the reason not to trust others. Yet he still opened up to him earlier, and here he is, open again, giving Hiyori everything.
The sound of his own name said in that desperate, needy voice sets his blood on fire, intensifying the heat between his legs. Yet it fills him up with satisfaction, smile turning even more smug. Elan-kun gave him what he wanted so there's no way to respond except to give everything in return: stroking him hard, abusing that special spot inside him. Showering him with his own sort of "love." It's a greedy, demanding sort, the kind that's hard for people to take, but Elan-kun does an admirable job.
Elan's close. He'll come any minute, probably. Having already heard what he wants to hear most, Hiyori swoops down and steals his lips, kissing him through whatever happens next. Swallowing any sounds Elan makes, muffling them with his tongue. Sharing heat between them. Elan-kun's so cute, he just wants to devour him. The cute, adorable boy he found, who seemed so much like a caged bird. He's been set free now, though.
Or after tonight he will be. For now, he's all Hiyori's.]
[ There's a muted noise of something - maybe protest - as Hiyori kisses him hard and possessively, but it melts into a strangled groan as all of that stimulation, all of the pleasing, finally overloads him. It's a crashing wave that short-circuits every part of him. That makes his muscles go taut and his body arch, his belly fluttering as he tries to breathe, his cock twitching under Hiyori's hand. It pulses and then he cums, covering Hiyori's hand in the slick stickiness, his body clenching tight around his fingers. Elan pants for breath, his hips threatening to hitch and thrust as he feels himself go completely blank.
He's giving himself up for a few more moments. Lost with Hiyori - and totally spent for at least a few minutes. ]
[Even though Elan's cries are muffled, he can tell this is a good one. He doesn't stop anything until he feels the last spurt drip down his fingers, the last clench of Elan's slick insides around his fingers.
He looks all too pleased when he pulls back from their kiss, tongue retreating into his own mouth, eyes sparkling with satisfaction. His smile less smug and more soft, now. He withdraws his fingers slowly, followed by his other hand releasing Elan's cock. Both are thoroughly sticky, so he'll refrain from touching him for now. The urge to pet his hair and call him a good boy is there, though.
He does nuzzle up to Elan's face, lips brushing his sweat-slick forehead.]
[ Elan has to catch his breath. He's red-faced, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes - and he's feeling pretty damn good, honestly, if a little worn out from all the attention. He mumbles something and then repeats himself a bit louder. ]
[Hiyori takes a moment to just admire him like this. Normally he's no bully who enjoys making people cry, but those are more like tears of bliss, aren't they? And maybe some part of him is just glad to have made anyone feel so strongly. But, of course, Elan-kun is special, and making him feel good is specially satisfying.
He draws back with a smile and a singsonged retort.]
Unfairly cute, you mean? ♪
[Though he could say that about Elan, too. Elan-kun is plenty cute.
He doesn't expect anything from Elan right away, who seems busy catching his breath. Hiyori would be happy to lie here peppering his face with kisses, watching him come down from orgasm, and teasing him lightly with his words. But there's the minor issue where his hands aren't clean, and he should probably fix that. So, regrettably, he'll hoist himself up by the elbows and get up from the futon, though not without some cheerful parting words.]
Be right back!
[And then he pivots on his heel, off to go find a sink. Fortunately even the small rooms here have their own small bathrooms. Less fortunately, he's still horribly hard, his lower body steadily thrumming with heat, and walking around like that is a tad awkward. It's fine, though. He can live with it!
And after disappearing for just long enough, he returns, padding over to the futon again and flopping back down next to Elan. He reaches for the other boy's face immediately, brushing a strand of hair aside with his now-clean hand.]
Alright, that's taken care of. Hopefully you didn't miss me too much ♪
[ Elan is, admittedly, equally sad to see him go - but he's too busy trying to catch his breath to complain. He slumps onto his back and just breathes and listens to Hiyori vanish into the small bathroom. After a moment of listening to the water run, he half rolls over to grab a handful of tissues and clean himself off a little. Some of his mess ended up on him too. That goes in the waste basket and then he sprawls out and closes his eyes and waits.
He's fine. He's doing more than fine.
And then he hears Hiyori coming back and he opens his eyes to give him a look - one with a lazy smile as he turns into his touch. ]
Oh, not terribly. You weren't gone that long.
[ He rolls onto his side and his fingers brush Hiyori's chest. He's still recovering, but he's not completely winded (well not anymore). ]
I feel like I should be giving you a bit of payback, honestly.
yeah it's my turn to apologize for being slow at this point
[He cups Elan's face, thumb stroking his cheek before slipping down to his chin. About to pull Elan into a kiss, before he feels fingers on his chest and hears a sweet promise being made.]
Oh? ♪ I didn't take Elan-kun for the vengeful type. How do you plan to do that, I wonder?
[He's still hard. Some of the aching need inside him simmered down during that break, but it's bubbling back up to the surface now. Whatever Elan has in mind, he won't object to, the curve of his lips implying he's not afraid of a little revenge.]
Vengeful? Isn't it a good thing to return this particular favor?
[ He sticks his tongue out at him with a little 'hmmph'. And then he does lean in to steal a kiss and complete that movement. It's a slow, lingering one and then he probably broadcasts his intent load and clear as he breaks away to start kissing his throat, his chin, the curve of his chest... It's pretty clear Five is working his lower with each little movement, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses in his wake. ]
Payback and vengeance are basically the same thing, aren't they? Though they do say vengeance can be sweet...
[He stops babbling when Elan steals a kiss from him. Normally he doesn't like being interrupted, but he'll make an exception this time, kissing back while holding Elan's chin in his fingers. But his grip on Elan slips away as Elan moves down, peppering his neck with kisses next. It sort of tickles, and he smiles indulgently.
But then Elan keeps going down, flicking his tongue out against the base of his throat, then his chest. And his breath hitches, eyes growing darker as he realizes what form this "revenge" will take. Far from revenge, it sounds more like a reward, and he slips his hands around Elan's shoulders, holding him lightly.]
♪~
[No strong reactions yet, but a hum of approval! ... And a renewed throbbing below his waist, but Elan-kun can't feel that yet. Soon, though, at the rate he's going.]
[ The hum makes Elan laugh, low and throaty, and his eyes flick up to meet Hiyori's gaze. True, this might be a bit more of a "reward", but what Hiyori gave him wasn't exactly torture, either. Unless you stretched the definition to the breaking point, anyway. As it is, he's still taking his time. His hands press gently against his inner thighs, urging Elan to spread his legs as he tries to get better access to that throbbing heat between his legs.
Not that he immediately goes for it. His cheek skims him as he leans down and down and his teeth close gently for a little love-bite against his thigh. Somewhere high enough that it (probably) won't get spotted...
Although if Hiyori wants to complain he better do it now. ]
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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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And all he needs to do is give in.
He bridles a bit at that - but he's here. He placed himself here, in Hiyori's hands - so why not? ]
Hi-Hiyori-
[ He stammers the name out, then again, louder- ]
Hiyori-!
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The sound of his own name said in that desperate, needy voice sets his blood on fire, intensifying the heat between his legs. Yet it fills him up with satisfaction, smile turning even more smug. Elan-kun gave him what he wanted so there's no way to respond except to give everything in return: stroking him hard, abusing that special spot inside him. Showering him with his own sort of "love." It's a greedy, demanding sort, the kind that's hard for people to take, but Elan-kun does an admirable job.
Elan's close. He'll come any minute, probably. Having already heard what he wants to hear most, Hiyori swoops down and steals his lips, kissing him through whatever happens next. Swallowing any sounds Elan makes, muffling them with his tongue. Sharing heat between them. Elan-kun's so cute, he just wants to devour him. The cute, adorable boy he found, who seemed so much like a caged bird. He's been set free now, though.
Or after tonight he will be. For now, he's all Hiyori's.]
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He's giving himself up for a few more moments. Lost with Hiyori - and totally spent for at least a few minutes. ]
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He looks all too pleased when he pulls back from their kiss, tongue retreating into his own mouth, eyes sparkling with satisfaction. His smile less smug and more soft, now. He withdraws his fingers slowly, followed by his other hand releasing Elan's cock. Both are thoroughly sticky, so he'll refrain from touching him for now. The urge to pet his hair and call him a good boy is there, though.
He does nuzzle up to Elan's face, lips brushing his sweat-slick forehead.]
All okay? ♪
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...yeah. I'm fine.
[ There's a low laugh, shaky and amused. ]
...you're really unfair sometimes, you know?
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He draws back with a smile and a singsonged retort.]
Unfairly cute, you mean? ♪
[Though he could say that about Elan, too. Elan-kun is plenty cute.
He doesn't expect anything from Elan right away, who seems busy catching his breath. Hiyori would be happy to lie here peppering his face with kisses, watching him come down from orgasm, and teasing him lightly with his words. But there's the minor issue where his hands aren't clean, and he should probably fix that. So, regrettably, he'll hoist himself up by the elbows and get up from the futon, though not without some cheerful parting words.]
Be right back!
[And then he pivots on his heel, off to go find a sink. Fortunately even the small rooms here have their own small bathrooms. Less fortunately, he's still horribly hard, his lower body steadily thrumming with heat, and walking around like that is a tad awkward. It's fine, though. He can live with it!
And after disappearing for just long enough, he returns, padding over to the futon again and flopping back down next to Elan. He reaches for the other boy's face immediately, brushing a strand of hair aside with his now-clean hand.]
Alright, that's taken care of. Hopefully you didn't miss me too much ♪
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He's fine. He's doing more than fine.
And then he hears Hiyori coming back and he opens his eyes to give him a look - one with a lazy smile as he turns into his touch. ]
Oh, not terribly. You weren't gone that long.
[ He rolls onto his side and his fingers brush Hiyori's chest. He's still recovering, but he's not completely winded (well not anymore). ]
I feel like I should be giving you a bit of payback, honestly.
yeah it's my turn to apologize for being slow at this point
[He cups Elan's face, thumb stroking his cheek before slipping down to his chin. About to pull Elan into a kiss, before he feels fingers on his chest and hears a sweet promise being made.]
Oh? ♪ I didn't take Elan-kun for the vengeful type. How do you plan to do that, I wonder?
[He's still hard. Some of the aching need inside him simmered down during that break, but it's bubbling back up to the surface now. Whatever Elan has in mind, he won't object to, the curve of his lips implying he's not afraid of a little revenge.]
noooo worries
[ He sticks his tongue out at him with a little 'hmmph'. And then he does lean in to steal a kiss and complete that movement. It's a slow, lingering one and then he probably broadcasts his intent load and clear as he breaks away to start kissing his throat, his chin, the curve of his chest... It's pretty clear Five is working his lower with each little movement, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses in his wake. ]
dies under a mountain of game tags
[He stops babbling when Elan steals a kiss from him. Normally he doesn't like being interrupted, but he'll make an exception this time, kissing back while holding Elan's chin in his fingers. But his grip on Elan slips away as Elan moves down, peppering his neck with kisses next. It sort of tickles, and he smiles indulgently.
But then Elan keeps going down, flicking his tongue out against the base of his throat, then his chest. And his breath hitches, eyes growing darker as he realizes what form this "revenge" will take. Far from revenge, it sounds more like a reward, and he slips his hands around Elan's shoulders, holding him lightly.]
♪~
[No strong reactions yet, but a hum of approval! ... And a renewed throbbing below his waist, but Elan-kun can't feel that yet. Soon, though, at the rate he's going.]
i know this feeling
Not that he immediately goes for it. His cheek skims him as he leans down and down and his teeth close gently for a little love-bite against his thigh. Somewhere high enough that it (probably) won't get spotted...
Although if Hiyori wants to complain he better do it now. ]
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