[ On one hand, god does he want to shut Mei up. (he can think of a lot of constructive ways to do that) (so many) On the other hand, he wants him sex-stupid and noisy. He's already broaching on mindless, even with his bratty whining, but he doesn't have much interest in reprimanding him for the whining. Not right now, and sure as fuck not when he's rocking against him. Kazuya's head drops back against the bed, eyes actually closing now, and his mouth falling open even further as he breathes with Mei for a second, another.
Slowly, though, he strokes his fingers through Mei's hair, down his neck and back, going further and further down. When he can curl one hand around the curve of his ass, spreading him, he takes his dick in the other. It's hard and hot and heavy, and he can feel the base where it's extra tense and sensitive in spades already, but it's fine. ]
All you had to do was ask, Mei. [ It's a parroting of his earlier taunt, but it's half a taunt, half giving into him, as he positions the head against Mei and rocks his hips up to press into him. ]
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Slowly, though, he strokes his fingers through Mei's hair, down his neck and back, going further and further down. When he can curl one hand around the curve of his ass, spreading him, he takes his dick in the other. It's hard and hot and heavy, and he can feel the base where it's extra tense and sensitive in spades already, but it's fine. ]
All you had to do was ask, Mei. [ It's a parroting of his earlier taunt, but it's half a taunt, half giving into him, as he positions the head against Mei and rocks his hips up to press into him. ]