[He laughs, smug and satisfied and excited. Being wanted by Jun even more sounds like the opposite of a problem to him. On the contrary, that sounds exactly like what he wants; even if Jun's desire drives him absolutely crazy, Hiyori will still feel no remorse.]
Good! ♪ Jun-kun's head should always be full of thoughts of m—
[He doesn't quite finish the smug, cheerful retort. His voice cuts off on a gasp as Jun curls his finger, followed by a whimper as Jun grinds harshly into him.]
Mm!
[His vision whites out behind his squeezed-shut eyelids. The rubbing wasn't targeted; Jun just got lucky. But it felt so good he can't help but crave more, so good that it makes him as desperate as Jun clearly is.
Jun bows over him, kissing his temple, and his insides ache and ache. He feels Jun's thumb circle his rim, and the teasing touch makes him throb against his own stomach. He wants...]
J...Jun-kun.
[What does he want? His head feels dizzy, his fingers clutching the sheets like he's trying to hold on for dear life. He wants Jun to put more in him, he thinks, maybe. He wants Jun to touch that good spot again. He wants Jun to make good on his threat and lose control of himself. Even if it hurts, at least they'll be together as one. ... or so he thinks to himself in the heat of the moment, but if he actually did get hurt, he wouldn't be so happy and forgiving. Jun really is the responsible one here.
He breathes out,]
More...
[It sounds like a plea. Even though of course he'd say the great Hiyori Tomoe never pleads. His hips grind into Jun's hand, trying to make him hit that spot again, while his head tilts back, baring his throat. He's flushed all the way from his ears to his neck, lips parting as he breathes audibly.]
[ He's teetering on the edge of losing control, desperately wanting to take what he desires and make Hiyori lose control as well. At the moment, this may seem like the opposite of a problem with Hiyori. But would he still feel this way if Jun were to completely lose restraint?
Just when Jun got lucky, right as he discovered a new angle that wiped the smug retort off Hiyori's face. Consumed by a haze of desire, he craves to hear Hiyori whimper beneath him. But Hiyori doesn't even need to finish his gloating retort since Jun's mind is constantly consumed by thoughts of him and his silly, little whims. ]
Ye..ah, whatever you want.
[ In a shaky voice, he murmurs into Hiyori's temple, sensing his desire for more. Determined to please, Jun takes a deep breath and uncurls his finger, no longer teasing with his touches. He wants to voice his needs, but hesitates, fearing he may not do enough or inadvertently hurt Hiyori, being so focused on his pleasure.
As Hiyori's hips ground against his hand, his finger curls instinctively. He peers down, watching the unblemished skin of his bare throat, and further watching Hiyori's lips part. Shifting slightly, he moves his thumb away, pressing the tip of his pointer finger against the delicate rim instead.
Hesitant, he decides against pushing forward, wanting to ensure this is truly Ohii-san's desire for more. Instead, he lowers his head, pressing a soft kiss to Hiyori's neck, breath hot and ragged, he still hesitates. ]
Listen, what d'you, uh, want... more of?
[ So much for giving Ohii-san "whatever he wants."
It does sound something close to a plea, but Jun, still so unsure, needs to know. Despite having his finger deeply inserted, the warmth enveloping him, Jun's maintaining a clear and focused state of mind. .. or as much as he can. He's overthinking again, lost in the depths of pleasure, and wanting to be a good, attentive lover. The uncertainty in his voice is clear, but Jun wants to get this right. ]
Can.. didja want me to use another finger or is it good with one?
[Jun's finger curls right into where he needs it most, and he lets out a soft near-whimper—almost granting Jun's wish. The way Jun swaps his thumb for his forefinger strokes Hiyori's excitement higher, and the sweet kiss calms his nerves. Jun's about to give him "more" and soon he'll feel even better.
Just as soon as Hiyori clarifies what "more" is.
Hiyori's eyes blink open (when had they fallen shut?) and he stares dazedly at Jun. From the drunken flush suffusing his cheeks to the intoxicated look in his eyes, his desire is clear as day. But it's still hard to ask for what he want specifically, since he's never been touched there before. Things would be so much easier if Jun could read his mind (or his body, rather) and figure it out for him.
But he won't make any quips about how Jun "should always know what he wants, because they're partners." As Jun's partner, it's his job to give direction.
He nods a little after making up his mind.]
I can take more.
[Finally releasing the sheets, he embraces Jun, looping his arms around his neck while he squirms against his hand again.]
Right where Jun-kun was touching me before. If you press two there, I have a feeling it might feel twice as good. So, try that! ♪
[ Hiyori's soft sounds cause his chest to convulse, wanting to press up even more against him. He feels like they're almost one, like this, feeling all of Hiyori and wanting to feel even more. It does make him nervous, not knowing what Hiyori wants, at least not right now.
Maybe the more they engage in this, the better they’ll understand each other’s desires. He releases a soft whimper as Hiyori’s eyes flutter open, the intense, dark gaze making his pulse race. Jun's beginning to understand, from feeling the way Hiyori clenches around his finger to the desire painted across his face. It’s slow, a result of their inexperience and fear of hurting Hiyori. But now he gets it, with his heart racing a mile per minute, exploring more and more. Future Jun will know; he'll read the atmosphere (and Hiyori's body) and figure it out.
That's the kind of attentive lover he wants to be. ]
Yeah, alright. I got it.
[ He’s nearly breathless, the words hanging in the air long after they’re spoken. As he shifts his body, the warm arms encircling his neck make him feel more connected than ever. The tip of his finger presses in, and it’s difficult to discern his emotions. With Hiyori here, telling him he can handle another, his nerves begin to ease up. ]
You're so warm, Ohii-san. I promise to make ya feel twice as good ♪
[ He mumurs, repeating some of the words back. It's true, Jun does want to make him feel "twice as good." And shouldn't that be a given? Having the validation helps; things will get better, and he'll learn how to do this properly. Hiyori looks so beautiful like this, expression hazy and unfocused. Completely mesmerised, he slides his finger in, inch by inch. Slow, but not too slow, wanting to find the same rhythm and spot from earlier. ]
[Jun presses in with the tip of another finger, and he clings tighter, holding onto him for comfort and warmth. Jun sounds more confident now, which makes his heart throb. But beyond that, he sounds sweet. A devoted lover, promising to make him feel even better.]
Jun-kun, too. Jun-kun's also...
[Warm. But his voice trails off on an intake of breath as Jun slides another finger into him.
The stretch is wider, something he can really feel this time. He's flushed all the way down to his chest, his arms shifting restlessly around Jun's neck while he focuses on the feeling. It's not a mathematical equation—it doesn't automatically feel "twice as good" to have two in him. That spot inside him is small enough that it only takes one finger to rub, anyway. But having more of Jun does bring pleasure, both physical and psychological. He feels like he's being prepared, opened up so they can become one soon, and when Jun shifts his hand and crooks his finger in search of that one spot that drives him wild, he moans again and rocks his hips.]
Mm...
[His vision's all blurry. Jun's doing what he asked of him and it feels good. There's no criticism to be had. But he can always ask for more. He's the ever-greedy Hiyori Tomoe, after all, who never hesitates to give demands.]
Jun-kun should keep touching there. But my lips might get lonely, so he should kiss me, too! ♪
[Does he have the coordination to do both? Hopefully if Hiyori asks for it, he will.]
[ Seeing Hiyori's reactions gives him much-needed confidence, wanting to ensure he's getting this right. By the sounds of it, and feel, he seems to be hitting all the right spots. Longing to forever commit this moment to memory, Hiyori's laboured breathing, the struggle to finish his sentences... The feeling of him squeezing around Jun's fingers, leaves him wanting to do more. ]
You're so pretty like this... All cute and flushed, and not finishing what you wanna say.
[ Lost in the moment, Jun murmurs without thinking, allowing those words to be set free, taking over. As he draws Hiyori closer, using the second finger to gently stretch and open him up, a deep desire awakens within Jun. Wanting to push the boundaries and see how much more Ohii-san can take, there's an eagerness to commit the image to memory. But he does as Hiyori wants, continuing to rub at the same spot as earlier, curling his finger once he finds the exact spot again.
The intense heat against his fingers sends his brain into a frenzy, and Jun's entire body shivers in anticipation of the pleasure Hiyori must be feeling. Hiyori's hips rock against his own, his finger sliding in further, a near guttural moan escaping as his second finger moves in and out, still massaging the first. Jun's painfully hard and straining, desperate to keep feeding Hiyori more and more pleasure until it becomes overwhelming. ]
Promise I'll keep at it 'til ya want me to stop. 'Cause no part of me's planning on it, not while Ohii-san's bein' real greedy, cute and demanding. But if parts of Ohii-san feel lonely, I'll just pay 'em some attention, too!
[ He's unsure if he has the coordination for both. Paying attention to multiple parts of Hiyori might prove a bit challenging. But just because something's difficult doesn't mean he won't try it. Pressing his hips down, he hovers over Hiyori, taking in the familiar sight. His heart skips a beat as he leans in and firmly presses his lips against Hiyori's, the familiar taste causing Jun to whimper his name. ]
[Heat rolls through him in pleasurable waves, his heart throbbing steadily. His excitement intensifies when Jun calls him pretty and cute—two hits of pleasure that feel just as good as each prod of Jun's fingers. It's so good, being desired like this. So good being loved.
He moans louder, clings tighter, as Jun rubs inside him and nudges the same spot again. What can he do except hold on? The thought of demanding more proper relief—telling Jun to take his neglected cock into his hands—doesn't occur to him. There's a part of him that demands he try to come from just Jun's fingers. Or that he at least savors the feeling of Jun inside him for longer. Or maybe, just maybe...
His thoughts die out when Jun speaks to him again, calls him cute, promises to pay him attention all in that voice he loves so much. "Not good," Hiyori thinks—even hearing Jun speak feels pleasurable now. Which means he's absolutely done for. How can he go back to normal after this? How can he hope to conceal his feelings? Every time they're onstage together from now on and he looks at Jun-kun, or every time they're on a talk show and he hears Jun talk, his love will jump right out. It'll probably be written all over his face. A serious problem, but there's no helping it.
Still with that confident look, Jun swoops down to kiss him as instructed. His body presses down, too, cock nudging into Hiyori's hip, all hot and hard just for him, and he moans into Jun's mouth, torn between thrusting into his hand and wriggling up against him. His nails press into the skin of Jun's shoulder blades. What if he tells Jun to put it in him for his next demand? So they can feel good together? What's the worst that could happen?
Ah, but then he rolls his hips to meet Jun's body, to get more from his fingers and feel more of him pressing down, and his cock throbs dangerously. Just that little bit of friction puts him so much closer to the edge. It's unfair, how sensitive his body is. What should he do?
Try to drag Jun down with him, that's what. To make him just as desperate as he is.
Hiyori moans against his lips, the noises sounding a lot like "Jun-kun," while his hands slide down Jun's back, stopping at Jun's hips. He grabs them, pulls Jun down against him, while at the same time wriggling upwards, grinding their hips against each other and lining up their bodies. His insides clench tight around Jun's fingers, sucking them in, while his body throbs underneath him. And even if Jun's not inside him with his cock, they're still so closely entwined on the bed that it really feels like they are one—one tangled mass of limbs, drowning together in pleasure. Like the mermaid he fancies himself as, he'll lure his target underneath the waves with his siren song.]
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Good! ♪ Jun-kun's head should always be full of thoughts of m—
[He doesn't quite finish the smug, cheerful retort. His voice cuts off on a gasp as Jun curls his finger, followed by a whimper as Jun grinds harshly into him.]
Mm!
[His vision whites out behind his squeezed-shut eyelids. The rubbing wasn't targeted; Jun just got lucky. But it felt so good he can't help but crave more, so good that it makes him as desperate as Jun clearly is.
Jun bows over him, kissing his temple, and his insides ache and ache. He feels Jun's thumb circle his rim, and the teasing touch makes him throb against his own stomach. He wants...]
J...Jun-kun.
[What does he want? His head feels dizzy, his fingers clutching the sheets like he's trying to hold on for dear life. He wants Jun to put more in him, he thinks, maybe. He wants Jun to touch that good spot again. He wants Jun to make good on his threat and lose control of himself. Even if it hurts, at least they'll be together as one. ... or so he thinks to himself in the heat of the moment, but if he actually did get hurt, he wouldn't be so happy and forgiving. Jun really is the responsible one here.
He breathes out,]
More...
[It sounds like a plea. Even though of course he'd say the great Hiyori Tomoe never pleads. His hips grind into Jun's hand, trying to make him hit that spot again, while his head tilts back, baring his throat. He's flushed all the way from his ears to his neck, lips parting as he breathes audibly.]
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Just when Jun got lucky, right as he discovered a new angle that wiped the smug retort off Hiyori's face. Consumed by a haze of desire, he craves to hear Hiyori whimper beneath him. But Hiyori doesn't even need to finish his gloating retort since Jun's mind is constantly consumed by thoughts of him and his silly, little whims. ]
Ye..ah, whatever you want.
[ In a shaky voice, he murmurs into Hiyori's temple, sensing his desire for more. Determined to please, Jun takes a deep breath and uncurls his finger, no longer teasing with his touches. He wants to voice his needs, but hesitates, fearing he may not do enough or inadvertently hurt Hiyori, being so focused on his pleasure.
As Hiyori's hips ground against his hand, his finger curls instinctively. He peers down, watching the unblemished skin of his bare throat, and further watching Hiyori's lips part. Shifting slightly, he moves his thumb away, pressing the tip of his pointer finger against the delicate rim instead.
Hesitant, he decides against pushing forward, wanting to ensure this is truly Ohii-san's desire for more. Instead, he lowers his head, pressing a soft kiss to Hiyori's neck, breath hot and ragged, he still hesitates. ]
Listen, what d'you, uh, want... more of?
[ So much for giving Ohii-san "whatever he wants."
It does sound something close to a plea, but Jun, still so unsure, needs to know. Despite having his finger deeply inserted, the warmth enveloping him, Jun's maintaining a clear and focused state of mind. .. or as much as he can. He's overthinking again, lost in the depths of pleasure, and wanting to be a good, attentive lover. The uncertainty in his voice is clear, but Jun wants to get this right. ]
Can.. didja want me to use another finger or is it good with one?
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Just as soon as Hiyori clarifies what "more" is.
Hiyori's eyes blink open (when had they fallen shut?) and he stares dazedly at Jun. From the drunken flush suffusing his cheeks to the intoxicated look in his eyes, his desire is clear as day. But it's still hard to ask for what he want specifically, since he's never been touched there before. Things would be so much easier if Jun could read his mind (or his body, rather) and figure it out for him.
But he won't make any quips about how Jun "should always know what he wants, because they're partners." As Jun's partner, it's his job to give direction.
He nods a little after making up his mind.]
I can take more.
[Finally releasing the sheets, he embraces Jun, looping his arms around his neck while he squirms against his hand again.]
Right where Jun-kun was touching me before. If you press two there, I have a feeling it might feel twice as good. So, try that! ♪
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Maybe the more they engage in this, the better they’ll understand each other’s desires. He releases a soft whimper as Hiyori’s eyes flutter open, the intense, dark gaze making his pulse race. Jun's beginning to understand, from feeling the way Hiyori clenches around his finger to the desire painted across his face. It’s slow, a result of their inexperience and fear of hurting Hiyori. But now he gets it, with his heart racing a mile per minute, exploring more and more. Future Jun will know; he'll read the atmosphere (and Hiyori's body) and figure it out.
That's the kind of attentive lover he wants to be. ]
Yeah, alright. I got it.
[ He’s nearly breathless, the words hanging in the air long after they’re spoken. As he shifts his body, the warm arms encircling his neck make him feel more connected than ever. The tip of his finger presses in, and it’s difficult to discern his emotions. With Hiyori here, telling him he can handle another, his nerves begin to ease up. ]
You're so warm, Ohii-san. I promise to make ya feel twice as good ♪
[ He mumurs, repeating some of the words back. It's true, Jun does want to make him feel "twice as good." And shouldn't that be a given? Having the validation helps; things will get better, and he'll learn how to do this properly. Hiyori looks so beautiful like this, expression hazy and unfocused. Completely mesmerised, he slides his finger in, inch by inch. Slow, but not too slow, wanting to find the same rhythm and spot from earlier. ]
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Jun-kun, too. Jun-kun's also...
[Warm. But his voice trails off on an intake of breath as Jun slides another finger into him.
The stretch is wider, something he can really feel this time. He's flushed all the way down to his chest, his arms shifting restlessly around Jun's neck while he focuses on the feeling. It's not a mathematical equation—it doesn't automatically feel "twice as good" to have two in him. That spot inside him is small enough that it only takes one finger to rub, anyway. But having more of Jun does bring pleasure, both physical and psychological. He feels like he's being prepared, opened up so they can become one soon, and when Jun shifts his hand and crooks his finger in search of that one spot that drives him wild, he moans again and rocks his hips.]
Mm...
[His vision's all blurry. Jun's doing what he asked of him and it feels good. There's no criticism to be had. But he can always ask for more. He's the ever-greedy Hiyori Tomoe, after all, who never hesitates to give demands.]
Jun-kun should keep touching there. But my lips might get lonely, so he should kiss me, too! ♪
[Does he have the coordination to do both? Hopefully if Hiyori asks for it, he will.]
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You're so pretty like this... All cute and flushed, and not finishing what you wanna say.
[ Lost in the moment, Jun murmurs without thinking, allowing those words to be set free, taking over. As he draws Hiyori closer, using the second finger to gently stretch and open him up, a deep desire awakens within Jun. Wanting to push the boundaries and see how much more Ohii-san can take, there's an eagerness to commit the image to memory. But he does as Hiyori wants, continuing to rub at the same spot as earlier, curling his finger once he finds the exact spot again.
The intense heat against his fingers sends his brain into a frenzy, and Jun's entire body shivers in anticipation of the pleasure Hiyori must be feeling. Hiyori's hips rock against his own, his finger sliding in further, a near guttural moan escaping as his second finger moves in and out, still massaging the first. Jun's painfully hard and straining, desperate to keep feeding Hiyori more and more pleasure until it becomes overwhelming. ]
Promise I'll keep at it 'til ya want me to stop. 'Cause no part of me's planning on it, not while Ohii-san's bein' real greedy, cute and demanding. But if parts of Ohii-san feel lonely, I'll just pay 'em some attention, too!
[ He's unsure if he has the coordination for both. Paying attention to multiple parts of Hiyori might prove a bit challenging. But just because something's difficult doesn't mean he won't try it. Pressing his hips down, he hovers over Hiyori, taking in the familiar sight. His heart skips a beat as he leans in and firmly presses his lips against Hiyori's, the familiar taste causing Jun to whimper his name. ]
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He moans louder, clings tighter, as Jun rubs inside him and nudges the same spot again. What can he do except hold on? The thought of demanding more proper relief—telling Jun to take his neglected cock into his hands—doesn't occur to him. There's a part of him that demands he try to come from just Jun's fingers. Or that he at least savors the feeling of Jun inside him for longer. Or maybe, just maybe...
His thoughts die out when Jun speaks to him again, calls him cute, promises to pay him attention all in that voice he loves so much. "Not good," Hiyori thinks—even hearing Jun speak feels pleasurable now. Which means he's absolutely done for. How can he go back to normal after this? How can he hope to conceal his feelings? Every time they're onstage together from now on and he looks at Jun-kun, or every time they're on a talk show and he hears Jun talk, his love will jump right out. It'll probably be written all over his face. A serious problem, but there's no helping it.
Still with that confident look, Jun swoops down to kiss him as instructed. His body presses down, too, cock nudging into Hiyori's hip, all hot and hard just for him, and he moans into Jun's mouth, torn between thrusting into his hand and wriggling up against him. His nails press into the skin of Jun's shoulder blades. What if he tells Jun to put it in him for his next demand? So they can feel good together? What's the worst that could happen?
Ah, but then he rolls his hips to meet Jun's body, to get more from his fingers and feel more of him pressing down, and his cock throbs dangerously. Just that little bit of friction puts him so much closer to the edge. It's unfair, how sensitive his body is. What should he do?
Try to drag Jun down with him, that's what. To make him just as desperate as he is.
Hiyori moans against his lips, the noises sounding a lot like "Jun-kun," while his hands slide down Jun's back, stopping at Jun's hips. He grabs them, pulls Jun down against him, while at the same time wriggling upwards, grinding their hips against each other and lining up their bodies. His insides clench tight around Jun's fingers, sucking them in, while his body throbs underneath him. And even if Jun's not inside him with his cock, they're still so closely entwined on the bed that it really feels like they are one—one tangled mass of limbs, drowning together in pleasure. Like the mermaid he fancies himself as, he'll lure his target underneath the waves with his siren song.]