[ the heat itself has pretty much taken over at this point--mei can feel his rationale more or less leaking out of his ears the minute he gets his thighs straddled over kazuya's lap. that feels so good, and a stream of clothes off clothes off clothes off replaces whatever last little bit of coherency he was clinging on to.
he makes a noise in response to kazuya's groan, his body arching underneath his hands, which leave a calloused trail of fire everywhere they touch, until he's squirming to get out of his shirt. mei reaches behind him to yank it off and give kazuya access to all the bare skin and baseball honed muscle he could want, and give himself just a little bit of relief from the absolutely scorching heat.
his own hands drag up kazuya's chest once they're finished, doing the same exact thing. he starts to pull his shirt up, off off off, get this off, he needs to be skin on skin right now--
(and if he ends up saying some of that out loud, well, it's not like he's got total control of all of his functions at the moment.) ]
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he makes a noise in response to kazuya's groan, his body arching underneath his hands, which leave a calloused trail of fire everywhere they touch, until he's squirming to get out of his shirt. mei reaches behind him to yank it off and give kazuya access to all the bare skin and baseball honed muscle he could want, and give himself just a little bit of relief from the absolutely scorching heat.
his own hands drag up kazuya's chest once they're finished, doing the same exact thing. he starts to pull his shirt up, off off off, get this off, he needs to be skin on skin right now--
(and if he ends up saying some of that out loud, well, it's not like he's got total control of all of his functions at the moment.) ]