[ As much as Miyuki is content to butt heads in return, when Mei is being a bossy brat, he doesn't in this particular moment. Why the hell would any sane person argue with an omega when they're climbing all over you and want you as much as Mei does? Anyone who says that alphas have all the power and are the reasonable powerhouses of the world are fucking morons, considering how easy it is to bend an alpha to an omega's every whim. They even frequently make excuses about their nature, far more than an omega would, so when he's got his omega kissing and clutching at him...
Yeah, he's going to listen to him right now.
There isn't even any resistance when Mei pushes him back. All he does is take his glasses off so that he can drop them off the side of the bed for their own safety. It means that he can't really see as much, but Mei's right there the second they're gone - and he curls his fingers into his hair in return, mouth opened and just as hungry as Mei.
But he's restless. Mei rolls his hips down, and Kazuya groans into his mouth in response to the noises he keeps making, rocking his own hips up before his hands wander. As much as he'd like to pull his hair, drag his fingers through it and along his body everywhere, he follows the curve of his spine, all the way down. Once he gets to the hem of his shirt, he slides his hand up into it, finding heated skin with a calloused touch. ]
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Yeah, he's going to listen to him right now.
There isn't even any resistance when Mei pushes him back. All he does is take his glasses off so that he can drop them off the side of the bed for their own safety. It means that he can't really see as much, but Mei's right there the second they're gone - and he curls his fingers into his hair in return, mouth opened and just as hungry as Mei.
But he's restless. Mei rolls his hips down, and Kazuya groans into his mouth in response to the noises he keeps making, rocking his own hips up before his hands wander. As much as he'd like to pull his hair, drag his fingers through it and along his body everywhere, he follows the curve of his spine, all the way down. Once he gets to the hem of his shirt, he slides his hand up into it, finding heated skin with a calloused touch. ]