[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. ]
[Nope. No complaints here. He spreads his legs willingly, even pushing his robe helpfully out of the way, though he is still wearing underwear. Underwear that's tented at the front and riding up his pale thighs, leaving Elan plenty of room to sink his teeth in. Hiyori inhales sharply as he does so, though it's more of a nip than a true bite. Still, it's obvious what this is a prelude too.
He won't discourage it. Even if it's unwise. No one will notice, he figures; it'll be their secret. And so he slips one of his hands into Elan's hair, encouraging his attention there.
Or elsewhere down there, of course. That would be fine too. But he can be patient!]
[ The fingers in his hair make him hum softly, tongue lapping against the little mark he's left behind. His eyes raise to find Hiyori's and there's a laugh that bubbles out of him. Something joyful and amused and a little possessive, even. He trails his lips against him and the practically nuzzles the tent in his underwear, giving Hiyori a taste of friction and heat and warmth, but not yet bothering to tug him free. Instead he moves past, replacing his face with his fingers - a lazy grind with his palm to keep Hiyori on edge - and gives him another little love-bite on the other side.
[Now there's a sight for sore eyes. It's quite the tease seeing Elan rub his face there, the visual alone causing his dick to twitch beneath the fabric. And that maddeningly light pressure puts him on-edge, teeth sinking into his lower lip as he watches Elan through heated eyes. He craves more of that contact, more of that warmth, more of those soft lips.
But it's fine. He's not desperate (yet)! He can resist the urge to thrust himself against Elan's face or do anything tasteless like that. If Elan wants to put on a show for him, then he might as well lie back and appreciate it!
In the end Elan removes his lips entirely, though, rubbing him with his palm instead, and he finally gives into the urge to squirm against that touch.]
Elan-kun's...
[He cuts off with a gasp when Elan bites down again, the heat between his legs almost unbearable.]
... leaving me something to remember him by, hmm? ♪
[His attempt to tease sounds strained. The bite stings in such a way that only adds to his arousal, and his fingers draw a little tighter in Elan's hair.]
[ Oh, Five can feel the tension in the other young man and it makes his heart flutter. There's a joy to this - to dragging someone along toward their breaking point and seeing where it is they finally give in. It's fun nad he knows exactly why Hiyori does it to him. There's a little, impish grin and he leaves another love-bite a little higher on his thigh, not answering with his words. His fingers stroke again - light and not quite enough to give anything but a taste of what he might get when there's not cloth in the way.
[Yep. There's plenty of enjoyment to be found in teasing people, which is exactly why Hiyori goes around doing it constantly. All the same, though, three bite marks? Hiyori tips his head back, fingers clenching at strands of light brown hair. His hips go still for a moment before Elan strokes his fingers over the shape of him again and he just can't help but squirm. Rubbing his dick against Elan's face would've been a bit much, but pressing into his hand is something Hiyori has no problem doing, and he shifts his hips to do just that, letting the other boy's name roll off his tongue.]
Elan-kuuuun...
[He tries to make it sound like a gentle complaint. Not a desperate whine, although to be honest, it sounds more like the latter. His cock is hot under the fabric, impossibly hard and begging to be let out! But begging really isn't Hiyori's style, so for the time being, he just whines!]
[ Perhaps fortunately for Hiyori, Elan apparently considers that good enough, because his fingers finally tug at the waistband of Hiyori's underwear so he can free his cock. He lets it swing into the open air and then his fingers very gently brush up and over it, circling around the tip as he gauges the reaction. ]
You sound cute.
[ He replies in a low voice and then, with agonizing slowness, he drags his tongue from the base to the tip and then repeats the gesture. It's still a tease, still a little payback for what he's been put through... but he's getting there. Eventually. ]
[Very fortunate. The air on his hot skin is a welcome relief, his breath hitching as Elan finally gets a hand around him. That feather-light touch fails to deliver much satisfaction, though. It's another sweet torment. The tables have turned, and now he's the one being teased and called "cute!" Of course, he is cute, but...
He's starting unravel. Elan's hot tongue travels up the length of him and he hisses through his teeth, one hand clenching in the futon sheets and the other in Elan's hair, eyes dark and half-lidded. His cock pulses and throbs under the attention, the visual and the sensation combining to cloud his brain. Overwhelming and frustrating, too much yet not enough. "Payback" indeed.]
Haaah...
[Ah, he can't think. What should he do? Whine some more? Wait and see how far he'll go with the teasing? He did say he wanted to see what Elan's payback would entail, but it's hard to endure.
It is a good show, though. And for that, Elan deserves praise.]
Elan-kun's got good showmanship ♪
[He manages a smile, dropping his hand from Elan's hair and sliding it over his cheek. His fingers stop at Elan's chin, which he drags forward, his hips shimmying until the head of his cock brushes those lips. Just a bit of encouragement, that's all!]
[ Oh, that's delightful - that tight grip is nice. He can feel the fingers scrape against his scalp and he almost laughs. This is what he wants to see and feel. That oh-so-controlled facade peeling back to reveal a bit of desperation. The words of praise help a little, too. He doesn't quite laugh - his mouth is a bit occupied for that - but he does flash a smile, eyes glinting, as his tongue runs over him again. And then again, teasing just under the tip - and then there's that encouragement.
The hot flesh of Hiyori's cock is right there and he finally gives him a bit of relief as he leans in and wraps his lips around him, his head bobbing slightly as he takes an inch and then another, his tongue splayed against him as he takes Hiyori between his lips. His hands aren't idle, either - there's the gentle scrape of his nails against a thigh and then between his legs, sliding into his underwear so he can gently massage against his balls. Another bit of a tease, just to keep him on edge.
[Very good showmanship. That sultry smile, the gleam in Elan's eyes, and those slow licks—no doubt about it, Elan's leveled up since last time. Though it might not be due to practice, since from the sound of it, he's been spending most of his time traveling and trying to make ends' meet rather than seducing men (or women, or whoever). Perhaps it's his growing confidence, or his natural personality shining through? Or perhaps it's a reflection of the fact that he learned to tease from the very best.
Hiyori isn't able to think about it in much depth, since Elan's tongue goes right for his most sensitive spots, the assault scattering all conscious thought right out of his head. His thumb and forefinger stroke Elan's chin a few more times, but release him as Elan sinks down, taking him partway into his mouth. His hot, hot mouth. Hiyori sighs out shakily, savoring the pleasure even as his thighs tremble from the effort of holding back. How he wants to thrust into that heat...
But he can appreciate what Elan's doing for him now. He's really going for it, not neglecting anything. No dainty hand around the base, instead he's touching him everywhere. And he looks good doing this. A cute, pretty, sly boy. Hiyori's cute boy, at least for the night.]
Mm, just like that... Elan-kun's doing wonderfully... ♪
[More praise for the good boy. Except his voice sounds a little loopy, and it's clear from the flush on Hiyori's face and the dazed look in his eyes that he's quite out of it already. So it isn't meant to be condescending when the hand in Elan's hair pats his head a couple of times. It's not very sexy either, probably, but in his hazy state of mind, he thinks it's a good idea!]
[ Well, Five is at least going to forgive him for being a bit loopy. It makes him feel good about what he's doing! Hes succeeding at this! So there's a bit of a smug glint in his eyes as he listens to Hiyori's voice and feels the tension in his body. There's that sense that he's very aware that he's on the verge of just trying to thrust - that he's dragging him toward the edge. It's all very pleasing, as far as he's concerned. His eyelids flutter and his fingers squeeze and he goes a little deeper, takes a bit more of him.
And then he pulls off of him with a slick little pop his other hand taking his place, stroking him slow and easy, not quite building back up to the same level - but keep Hiyori nice and sensitive and loopy. It's a good look for him, Elan thinks. ]
You sound like you're having fun.
[ It's a low, amused comment, his face flushed. He meets Hiyori's gaze and smiles - and then takes him all over again, lips back around his cock, tongue and lips going a little faster, trying to get more out of him - trying to drag him toward the edge. Less teasing, more a direct assault this time... ]
[Now this feels heavenly. Hiyori moans his approval as Elan takes him deeper, hand sliding through Elan's hair to cup the back of his head gently. Those delirious murmurs of encouragement keep coming, his voice high and breathy.]
That's a good boy ♪
[Ah, but he might've encouraged him too much, since Elan seems to be getting ahead of himself. Rather than letting him feel that hot mouth again, he acts like a terrible tease, drawing off to stroke over him ever-so-slowly with his hand. It's good but not truly satisfying, as Elan is surely all too aware, and Hiyori's brow furrows in obvious frustration.]
Who's having fun with who here?
[He retorts with a flushed face, bucking his hips up now that he's not in danger of choking Elan. He thrusts himself into that grip and it helps, but it's not really what he wants. They both know what he wants. Is he going to have to ask this time?
Not this time he doesn't. That brief interruption was just that. Elan's lips are parting for him again soon, cock sliding into his mouth, and Hiyori groans louder than he had previously, fingers clenching in his hair.]
Ah!
[His eyes squeeze shut. It looks like he's losing it now. Perhaps this is what Elan was really after.]
[ Again Elan feels a jolt of heat and pride and pleasure as he feels Hiyori lose himself a little and feels his hips and body go tense and jerk against him. It's delightful, he thinks. Perfect. There's something intensely attractive in it - even if the cock in his mouth might slide a little deeper than intended. He hums softly and makes a low noise around Hiyori and then a wetter, slicker noise as he pulls almost free - and then slides lower again and then again, really starting to use his mouth to rut against Hiyori's shaft and to try and make him fall apart. To pick at those seams until he's sure that Hiyori will come to bits.
But there's another pause in there. A slide free, leaving spittle and a string of saliva that parts as he peers up at him with lidded eyes and red cheeks and flushed lips. ]
Where do you want to finish?
[ And then he takes him again. He's not giving up on this. ]
[Elan's really going for it now. The visual and the sensation combine to turn Hiyori even more delirious, leaving him unable to say much besides Good, good, like that over and over. Being silent is also an option, but not one he likes! Hopefully Elan enjoys hearing his voice in the throes of passion, just as Hiyori liked hearing Elan's cute moans.
He's throbbing all over when Elan pauses yet again, panting hard for breath. He groans, his chest heaving, giving Elan A Look through narrowed eyes. But it's hard to even look at Elan directly when he's so disheveled, and the sight goes straight to his cock. Elan's exertion is obvious and the spittle should be gross, but in the moment it's just wildly hot, and there's definitely a bit of precum mixed in that saliva trail, he's been aroused for so long. And Elan's question hits him like another great bolt of heat. No one's asked him that one before. He could make a mess of Elan if he wants.
But instead he pets his hair and says,]
Inside.
[His lips twist.]
So try not to waste a drop, alright? ♪
[And that's the last pithy line he can get in before Elan goes down again. He tilts his head back and moans, fingers clenched tight in the sheets and in Elan's hair, hips jerking repeatedly into it, unable to hold back anymore. All he can do is chase that heat, and it's not long at all before he comes where he said he would, gasping the other boy's name.
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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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He won't discourage it. Even if it's unwise. No one will notice, he figures; it'll be their secret. And so he slips one of his hands into Elan's hair, encouraging his attention there.
Or elsewhere down there, of course. That would be fine too. But he can be patient!]
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He's taking it slow. For now. ]
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But it's fine. He's not desperate (yet)! He can resist the urge to thrust himself against Elan's face or do anything tasteless like that. If Elan wants to put on a show for him, then he might as well lie back and appreciate it!
In the end Elan removes his lips entirely, though, rubbing him with his palm instead, and he finally gives into the urge to squirm against that touch.]
Elan-kun's...
[He cuts off with a gasp when Elan bites down again, the heat between his legs almost unbearable.]
... leaving me something to remember him by, hmm? ♪
[His attempt to tease sounds strained. The bite stings in such a way that only adds to his arousal, and his fingers draw a little tighter in Elan's hair.]
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But that's the way it is, isn't it? ]
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Elan-kuuuun...
[He tries to make it sound like a gentle complaint. Not a desperate whine, although to be honest, it sounds more like the latter. His cock is hot under the fabric, impossibly hard and begging to be let out! But begging really isn't Hiyori's style, so for the time being, he just whines!]
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You sound cute.
[ He replies in a low voice and then, with agonizing slowness, he drags his tongue from the base to the tip and then repeats the gesture. It's still a tease, still a little payback for what he's been put through... but he's getting there. Eventually. ]
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He's starting unravel. Elan's hot tongue travels up the length of him and he hisses through his teeth, one hand clenching in the futon sheets and the other in Elan's hair, eyes dark and half-lidded. His cock pulses and throbs under the attention, the visual and the sensation combining to cloud his brain. Overwhelming and frustrating, too much yet not enough. "Payback" indeed.]
Haaah...
[Ah, he can't think. What should he do? Whine some more? Wait and see how far he'll go with the teasing? He did say he wanted to see what Elan's payback would entail, but it's hard to endure.
It is a good show, though. And for that, Elan deserves praise.]
Elan-kun's got good showmanship ♪
[He manages a smile, dropping his hand from Elan's hair and sliding it over his cheek. His fingers stop at Elan's chin, which he drags forward, his hips shimmying until the head of his cock brushes those lips. Just a bit of encouragement, that's all!]
Now keep going ♪
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The hot flesh of Hiyori's cock is right there and he finally gives him a bit of relief as he leans in and wraps his lips around him, his head bobbing slightly as he takes an inch and then another, his tongue splayed against him as he takes Hiyori between his lips. His hands aren't idle, either - there's the gentle scrape of his nails against a thigh and then between his legs, sliding into his underwear so he can gently massage against his balls. Another bit of a tease, just to keep him on edge.
It's fun. ]
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Hiyori isn't able to think about it in much depth, since Elan's tongue goes right for his most sensitive spots, the assault scattering all conscious thought right out of his head. His thumb and forefinger stroke Elan's chin a few more times, but release him as Elan sinks down, taking him partway into his mouth. His hot, hot mouth. Hiyori sighs out shakily, savoring the pleasure even as his thighs tremble from the effort of holding back. How he wants to thrust into that heat...
But he can appreciate what Elan's doing for him now. He's really going for it, not neglecting anything. No dainty hand around the base, instead he's touching him everywhere. And he looks good doing this. A cute, pretty, sly boy. Hiyori's cute boy, at least for the night.]
Mm, just like that... Elan-kun's doing wonderfully... ♪
[More praise for the good boy. Except his voice sounds a little loopy, and it's clear from the flush on Hiyori's face and the dazed look in his eyes that he's quite out of it already. So it isn't meant to be condescending when the hand in Elan's hair pats his head a couple of times. It's not very sexy either, probably, but in his hazy state of mind, he thinks it's a good idea!]
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And then he pulls off of him with a slick little pop his other hand taking his place, stroking him slow and easy, not quite building back up to the same level - but keep Hiyori nice and sensitive and loopy. It's a good look for him, Elan thinks. ]
You sound like you're having fun.
[ It's a low, amused comment, his face flushed. He meets Hiyori's gaze and smiles - and then takes him all over again, lips back around his cock, tongue and lips going a little faster, trying to get more out of him - trying to drag him toward the edge. Less teasing, more a direct assault this time... ]
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That's a good boy ♪
[Ah, but he might've encouraged him too much, since Elan seems to be getting ahead of himself. Rather than letting him feel that hot mouth again, he acts like a terrible tease, drawing off to stroke over him ever-so-slowly with his hand. It's good but not truly satisfying, as Elan is surely all too aware, and Hiyori's brow furrows in obvious frustration.]
Who's having fun with who here?
[He retorts with a flushed face, bucking his hips up now that he's not in danger of choking Elan. He thrusts himself into that grip and it helps, but it's not really what he wants. They both know what he wants. Is he going to have to ask this time?
Not this time he doesn't. That brief interruption was just that. Elan's lips are parting for him again soon, cock sliding into his mouth, and Hiyori groans louder than he had previously, fingers clenching in his hair.]
Ah!
[His eyes squeeze shut. It looks like he's losing it now. Perhaps this is what Elan was really after.]
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But there's another pause in there. A slide free, leaving spittle and a string of saliva that parts as he peers up at him with lidded eyes and red cheeks and flushed lips. ]
Where do you want to finish?
[ And then he takes him again. He's not giving up on this. ]
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He's throbbing all over when Elan pauses yet again, panting hard for breath. He groans, his chest heaving, giving Elan A Look through narrowed eyes. But it's hard to even look at Elan directly when he's so disheveled, and the sight goes straight to his cock. Elan's exertion is obvious and the spittle should be gross, but in the moment it's just wildly hot, and there's definitely a bit of precum mixed in that saliva trail, he's been aroused for so long. And Elan's question hits him like another great bolt of heat. No one's asked him that one before. He could make a mess of Elan if he wants.
But instead he pets his hair and says,]
Inside.
[His lips twist.]
So try not to waste a drop, alright? ♪
[And that's the last pithy line he can get in before Elan goes down again. He tilts his head back and moans, fingers clenched tight in the sheets and in Elan's hair, hips jerking repeatedly into it, unable to hold back anymore. All he can do is chase that heat, and it's not long at all before he comes where he said he would, gasping the other boy's name.
Or trying to. He sort of misses a syllable.]
Elan-k...!
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