[ look, can you blame him? mei's always swaggered after he's gotten some, but this was more than just "getting some". this was a confession that wasn't quite a confession, the known understanding that they went from being mei and kazuya to mei and kazuya, an item, a thing. mei's had a crush on him since middle school, in some varying way shape or form, and he'd always been at the back of his mind as this goal. mei's singleminded--his passions drive him--and the passion in the matter of his heart is finally getting its intended outlet.
(that is, you know, if he was willing to admit to the fact that they're not just hooking up and that he has feelings. he's not. it's complicated.)
luckily, sex is way easier than sappy confessions. mei feels like he's on fire when kazuya's gaze is on him like that--it feeds into him, makes his smirk grow a little wider as he takes in the compliment (was it really a compliment, mei) and flourishes under the attention. ]
A good one's an understatement. [ ever the egotist king. he lets go of one of his wrists to reach back behind him to position himself properly so he can start to sink down on him. the process is a little slow, if only because it's been a while and it does take some getting used to, and mei's cheeks flush with color as he bites his lower lip, holding himself up almost entirely with his arm muscles as he sinks down.
it's hot and full and perfect, and as he rocks down to the hilt, mei gives an experimental circle of his hips as he gets comfortable, the change in pressure drawing a low croon from his throat. ]
[ No one can blame him. Not when Mei and Kazuya, as they are now, are both such good lays. It's like all of their past experience has just been practice for each other, a culmination of knowledge and kinks (though Miyuki has a distinct feeling his kinks are a little more outlandish than most of Mei's, but that's just a feeling). And while, maybe, he hasn't had a crush on Mei for as long, he's still felt something for him all this time.
But feelings are something that he doesn't think about, doesn't talk about. It's why their so-called confession, as it were, was so fitting and perfect for them. It was unspoken, but a lot of things have been between them, so it's not as if they don't have a language already developed for them. An understanding.
Christ - there's no one that's ever put on a show as good as Mei has, and that's some cold, hard truth that no one can argue against. He lets go of one of his wrists, and Miyuki wasn't told he couldn't touch, so he does, following the path of his hand and only stopping when he curls the rough callouses of his fingers around the sharp line of his hip. His thumb digs in a little against the dip of it, rubbing encouragement as he sinks down. It can't really support him much, like his hand around his thigh or ass might, so he just watches, makes sure that he's steady as he sinks down onto him.
All that tight heat, it's like fitting snugly home when he finally gets settled down. And fuck if it doesn't feel good, and better when he circles his hips. Eyes fluttering a little, but refusing to close, Kazuya breathes out an appreciative noise, throaty and low. ]
[ kazuya would be exactly right about their kinks...not that mei can't play ball. there are just some things he'd rather to do someone than vice versa. (or, in the more common definition, many things he's never sought out to try.)
there are no bells and whistles needed here, though. as he lets go of kazuya, mei tilts his head back, sitting up fully for a moment. his strong, dominant left hand's still holding kazuya's left wrist, all strong, honed muscle leading up this body, much of he same. mei's fully aware how attractive he is (tragically), and he milks it for all its worth, his back arching up just a little, a golden glow in the dim light of his bedroom.
...beyond all the acting, though, it does feel really good. the noise that kazuya makes underneath him just spurs him on, as does the touch on his hip, and mei finally lets go of his other wrist to splay his hand on his chest. it gives him a little more leverage and lets him touch the plane of warm skin there, another connection of skin to skin that's making him warm all over.
using that hand, he pushes himself up, achingly slow, feeling every single centimeter slide out of him as he shuts his eyes and bites his lip, a feeling that's just a little more obvious and real, because it's good. it's hot and he misses him the moment he's gone--so he slides back down, much quicker on the return, which forces a noise out from his chest. ]
[ Any intent to introduce some bells and whistles is completely absent at the moment, anyways. Miyuki can be one kinky fucker sometimes, but right now, it's just this, skin on skin, tension having climbed to the point that they don't really need much else as they break it apart forcibly again. Biting kisses and desperate touches have built into this, and the view is worth anything he could introduce.
So he doesn't need it. His wrist flexes a little in Mei's grasp while he still holds onto it, but it's instinctive more than any attempt to free himself, especially when he has his own dominant hand free to touch. If it weren't for the fact he's using his grip to effectively brace the both of them, he'd consider exploring every inch of Mei's skin, the shift of muscle under pale skin.
Moments like these are the only ones where he concedes to how attractive Mei is, honestly. Kazuya knows better than to play into his ego, or at least this aspect of it, because he'd get worse than a strut if he said anything about his good looks with actual seriousness. That pug nose'd get turned up so fast, so smugly, that it'd probably give Mei whiplash.
But he looks good, washed in gold. It's like it was meant for him, a mantle for him to wear. The same light turns the thin ring of color around his blown pupils amber, locked on him as they are and lit by it as well, his chest expanding in a deep breath beneath Mei's hand. Every shift he makes, himself, leads to a shift of his own muscles, his thighs tense as Mei sinks back down on him.
They only tense further as he moves to dig a heel into the bed for better leverage to roll his hips after him, his freed hand sliding up the line of one of Mei's own thighs. ]
[ they're so close together that mei can feel the way kazuya's muscles tense before he gets the chance to react to him rolling back up into him--when he makes a move, it's deep and good, makes mei's back arch like a bowstring. his fingers curl into a fist where his hands are placed on kazuya's chest, and mei takes that little motion and runs with it.
(they've always been a fearsome team. always on the same wavelength.)
he rocks his hips in a circle when kazuya gets in deep, gasping at the change in pressure, tightening a little around him involuntarily. mei can definitely ride like a pro, and he pushes himself all the way up and back down again, the slow slide and the powerful hit at the end, using his strong leg muscles to color his every motion.
and, where mei is normally chatty, in bed, he's loud, and shameless about it. a moan unlaces itself from his throat when he gets a particularly good spot, and mei shows off with it while he can, before it ges a little too good and he loses any actual conrol over the situation. ]
[ The draw of Mei's spine, just like a taut bow, clicks something precise and thoughtful into place.
Much like he is outside of bed, Miyuki is calculating in bed, choosing his words and using them like a weapon. But he chooses not to use them just yet, while Mei has full clarity. It'll feed his ego if he gives him verbal encouragement right now, so instead he tips his head back, watching every movement, enjoying the view, and lets rough breaths and soft groans do the speaking for him. Everything else is conveyed in his touch.
He moves his hands, sliding the rest of the way up his thigh with the one, so that he can curl his fingers into where ass meets thigh, appreciative and seeking leverage all at once. It's just the right spot,so that he can hear that slap of skin every time Mei comes down on him, lewd and perfect the way the faint creek of the bed is with the way Mei sings.
Seeking to get another moan, Miyuki rocks his hips up almost off the bed when Mei goes for another thrust down. Maybe baseball's built up their bodies into what they are now, but they're sure as hell good for something else. ]
[ mei doesn't have much of an idea of what wheels are turning in kazuya's head (though he's sure they're there), but he doesn't really care at the moment. it's hard to care about much of anything when kazuya's hand curls around his ass, tight and causing a ripple of heat to go up his spine.
it's a symphony of sounds; their skin hits together when kazuya bucks his hips up, the bed creaks, and mei moans, loud and dirty and absolutely unashamed. he drives straight home and mei makes another noise, breaking a little bit as he jerks back down into him.
as good as this position is, as hot as it is, there's just something missing. kazuya's not close enough. mei's hands scratch down his chest as he rolls his hips into kazuya's, gasping and whining. it doesn't take much for him to start to lose himself, either, though he does make a conscientious effort to roll his hips in a circle and ride him good, to make sure kazuya feels every single inch of his skin as they move. ]
[ It wouldn't take much for him to get closer, get more skin on skin, but Kazuya stays where he is. A slow hiss is drawn out of him with the way that he claws along his chest, but he arches his back upwards and into it instead of having any intention of getting away from him. No, it feels good, and Mei himself feels great, tight and hot and basically fucking himself down on his dick. He could easily lose himself in this, the way that Mei's starting to, but he's waiting, waiting...
There. Now, Miyuki tips his head back and lets a sly smile pull at the corners of his mouth, rocking his hips with a purpose but not quite deviating from the rhythm they've set in place. Yet. ]
Look at you, Mei. You're doing so good, giving me such a great show. [ He's a little breathless when he speaks, but he figures it's not going to ruin the effect of this any. ] But... you've been thinking about this all day, haven't you?
[ And he punctuates the question - rhetorical as it is, technically - with a hard snap of his hips upwards, instead. ]
[ mei has always been greedy, and in bed is really no exception to that. he takes what he wants when he wants it, and currently, riding kazuya is exactly what he wants. each thrust downwards presses him hard and deep inside of him, just like mei likes, and if he flicks his eyes open and looks he can see the practical claw marks his nails have left on his chest.
(it screams mine, yet another thing mei's all about; he has his things that he cares for, his things that he holds dear, and he holds them very close. miyuki kazuya is no exception.)
his words are a little hazy at first, though mei immediately latches onto the praise. he cracks an eye open to look at him, all deep, dark blue, his mouth curling up into a facsimile of his usual smirk. there's clearly a reply right on his tongue, ready to snap back at the banter--
but kazuya's hips jerk and mei gasps, the words utterly shattering as he immediately chases that back down, rolling down hard against him, fingers curling into his chest. he doesn't provide an answer to his question, because, well...he's not wrong, but mei would rather die than admit that out loud. ]
[ Two very headstrong people like them, who will take what they want, fight or not, can be a little dangerous. It often was, in high school and university, but they've mellowed out, for the most part, as adults. In bed, though, something reminiscent of that rears its head in the more heated moments, a give and take with a lot of teeth and a lot of bruising. Marking, and claiming. Miyuki's pretty into it, himself, leaving behind the evidence that they belong to each other for everyone to see.
And reminders for them, later.
Right now, though, there's no real intent on his end of things to leave them where they're visible. There'll be a pattern of fingers along the curve of his ass, his thighs, where he's holding onto him, but. The focus now is on making Mei lose it. ]
It's obvious. It was - ah - [ He turns a sharp noise into a sigh, a laugh, moving both of his heels into the bed and digging them in for leverage to drive himself deeper up into Mei. ] It was obvious at dinner, too. I could've fucked you over the table, if you'd really wanted.
[ one of the best things about their relationship is that while the fire and banter never really died (mei is acutely aware and delighted by the disgusted faces kuramochi makes at them every time they get into it in public), some of the vitriol did. it's not to say that they don't get in fights anymore (because they do), but mei's definitely cooled his head as an adult. all of that tension has just resulted in sexual tension and great sex, which is pretty much the best possible outcome.
like right now; the pressure of kazuya's strong hands digging into his ass doesn't go unnoticed, and mei snaps his hips back down against him, relentless and greedy as ever, scratching another line across kazuya's chest when he pushes up like that. combined with the dirty talk, it briefly short circuits mei's brain, and his mouth drops open, a low, pleased noise rolling out of his throat and dissolving into a higher pitched whine with another good thrust.
however, he is not letting kazuya undo him this easily. too stubborn for that. mei curls his hand tighter into a fist and rolls his hips in a circle, which feels really fucking good and should be good for him too, squeezing tighter around him with the next downward thrust. ] You--hah--would've missed out onnn--on this.
[ because as hot as getting fucked over the table sounds (no, really), he really loves doing this, loves showing off, and mei makes a point to toss his head back and show the vulnerable line of his throat, the curve of his spine, all muscle and sweat and soft, perfect pale skin.
gonna have to try harder than that to undo narumiya mei thank you very much! ]
[ The main thing that Kazuya would cite as the problem with their relationship, earlier on, is the fact that they both needed to get over themselves before anything real could happen first. And now that they're older, and arguably a little wiser, they're better about it. Without that vitriol caused by their shitty personalities clashing in the worst of ways, they have this - fights sometimes, but nothing lasting, nothing that would actually shatter their relationship. Besides, the makeup sex is out of this world, when things get too heated and angry and they need cooldown time.
This isn't even makeup sex, and it's shaping up to something good. His eyes close for a second as he just - basks in the noise, the whine. Mei is noisy in general, but getting those ones in particular is reward enough for him. He'd like to record him sometime, to be honest.
His own mouth falls open when Mei rolls his hips, brow pinched and eyes still closed for a moment longer. Shit.
But he winds up laughing, and Kazuya tilts his head back into the pillows, eyes fluttering open again so he can watch that stretch of pale skin and muscle. It takes him a moment, but he finally moves, bringing up one of his hands but leaving the other wrapped tight against his ass to give him leverage. He just can't resist, and he reaches, palm and fingers pressed against hat delicate expanse of his throat. ]
You'd make a perfect dessert. [ He doesn't squeeze, but he does press a little, thumb against his pulse. ] I could, ah, I could've fucked you over the table and come back for more later.
[ oh, now that sounds pretty hot. it definitely wouldn't be the first time that they've done that either. he and kazuya have always been sort of handsy--even when they were younger and argued more often, there was always one easy way to resolve their problems--and mei won't deny it if someone says he's thirsty. well, maybe a little. he's not just thirsty. he's just thought the same person was absurdly attractive since he was about twelve and is now in his late twenties.
mei glances down to check kazuya's reaction and is pleased with it--he looks handsome when he lets go of his carefully controlled facade every now and then, all flushed and a little sweaty, mouth open, brows pinched. mei drops his hands to run them over his chest again as kazuya opens his eyes, and mei doesn't look away. there's hunger in his gze, something insatiable even with each rock of their hips. his hands curl tight against his chest as kazuya's hand comes up, and mei makes a noise when his thumb presses to his pulse, a low, deep groan that reverberates in his chest.
god. okay, he probably likes it a little rough. no one was surprised. ] What I wanted was this. [ he manages to get it out in one sentence, emphasis necessary, as he abruptly pushes himself up, out of kazuya's reach, and then straight back down. it gets a loud noise out of him, practically daring him to challenge it.
so what? he totally wanted to ride it. no shame in that. ]
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(that is, you know, if he was willing to admit to the fact that they're not just hooking up and that he has feelings. he's not. it's complicated.)
luckily, sex is way easier than sappy confessions. mei feels like he's on fire when kazuya's gaze is on him like that--it feeds into him, makes his smirk grow a little wider as he takes in the compliment (was it really a compliment, mei) and flourishes under the attention. ]
A good one's an understatement. [ ever the egotist king. he lets go of one of his wrists to reach back behind him to position himself properly so he can start to sink down on him. the process is a little slow, if only because it's been a while and it does take some getting used to, and mei's cheeks flush with color as he bites his lower lip, holding himself up almost entirely with his arm muscles as he sinks down.
it's hot and full and perfect, and as he rocks down to the hilt, mei gives an experimental circle of his hips as he gets comfortable, the change in pressure drawing a low croon from his throat. ]
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But feelings are something that he doesn't think about, doesn't talk about. It's why their so-called confession, as it were, was so fitting and perfect for them. It was unspoken, but a lot of things have been between them, so it's not as if they don't have a language already developed for them. An understanding.
Christ - there's no one that's ever put on a show as good as Mei has, and that's some cold, hard truth that no one can argue against. He lets go of one of his wrists, and Miyuki wasn't told he couldn't touch, so he does, following the path of his hand and only stopping when he curls the rough callouses of his fingers around the sharp line of his hip. His thumb digs in a little against the dip of it, rubbing encouragement as he sinks down. It can't really support him much, like his hand around his thigh or ass might, so he just watches, makes sure that he's steady as he sinks down onto him.
All that tight heat, it's like fitting snugly home when he finally gets settled down. And fuck if it doesn't feel good, and better when he circles his hips. Eyes fluttering a little, but refusing to close, Kazuya breathes out an appreciative noise, throaty and low. ]
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there are no bells and whistles needed here, though. as he lets go of kazuya, mei tilts his head back, sitting up fully for a moment. his strong, dominant left hand's still holding kazuya's left wrist, all strong, honed muscle leading up this body, much of he same. mei's fully aware how attractive he is (tragically), and he milks it for all its worth, his back arching up just a little, a golden glow in the dim light of his bedroom.
...beyond all the acting, though, it does feel really good. the noise that kazuya makes underneath him just spurs him on, as does the touch on his hip, and mei finally lets go of his other wrist to splay his hand on his chest. it gives him a little more leverage and lets him touch the plane of warm skin there, another connection of skin to skin that's making him warm all over.
using that hand, he pushes himself up, achingly slow, feeling every single centimeter slide out of him as he shuts his eyes and bites his lip, a feeling that's just a little more obvious and real, because it's good. it's hot and he misses him the moment he's gone--so he slides back down, much quicker on the return, which forces a noise out from his chest. ]
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So he doesn't need it. His wrist flexes a little in Mei's grasp while he still holds onto it, but it's instinctive more than any attempt to free himself, especially when he has his own dominant hand free to touch. If it weren't for the fact he's using his grip to effectively brace the both of them, he'd consider exploring every inch of Mei's skin, the shift of muscle under pale skin.
Moments like these are the only ones where he concedes to how attractive Mei is, honestly. Kazuya knows better than to play into his ego, or at least this aspect of it, because he'd get worse than a strut if he said anything about his good looks with actual seriousness. That pug nose'd get turned up so fast, so smugly, that it'd probably give Mei whiplash.
But he looks good, washed in gold. It's like it was meant for him, a mantle for him to wear. The same light turns the thin ring of color around his blown pupils amber, locked on him as they are and lit by it as well, his chest expanding in a deep breath beneath Mei's hand. Every shift he makes, himself, leads to a shift of his own muscles, his thighs tense as Mei sinks back down on him.
They only tense further as he moves to dig a heel into the bed for better leverage to roll his hips after him, his freed hand sliding up the line of one of Mei's own thighs. ]
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(they've always been a fearsome team. always on the same wavelength.)
he rocks his hips in a circle when kazuya gets in deep, gasping at the change in pressure, tightening a little around him involuntarily. mei can definitely ride like a pro, and he pushes himself all the way up and back down again, the slow slide and the powerful hit at the end, using his strong leg muscles to color his every motion.
and, where mei is normally chatty, in bed, he's loud, and shameless about it. a moan unlaces itself from his throat when he gets a particularly good spot, and mei shows off with it while he can, before it ges a little too good and he loses any actual conrol over the situation. ]
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Much like he is outside of bed, Miyuki is calculating in bed, choosing his words and using them like a weapon. But he chooses not to use them just yet, while Mei has full clarity. It'll feed his ego if he gives him verbal encouragement right now, so instead he tips his head back, watching every movement, enjoying the view, and lets rough breaths and soft groans do the speaking for him. Everything else is conveyed in his touch.
He moves his hands, sliding the rest of the way up his thigh with the one, so that he can curl his fingers into where ass meets thigh, appreciative and seeking leverage all at once. It's just the right spot,so that he can hear that slap of skin every time Mei comes down on him, lewd and perfect the way the faint creek of the bed is with the way Mei sings.
Seeking to get another moan, Miyuki rocks his hips up almost off the bed when Mei goes for another thrust down. Maybe baseball's built up their bodies into what they are now, but they're sure as hell good for something else. ]
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it's a symphony of sounds; their skin hits together when kazuya bucks his hips up, the bed creaks, and mei moans, loud and dirty and absolutely unashamed. he drives straight home and mei makes another noise, breaking a little bit as he jerks back down into him.
as good as this position is, as hot as it is, there's just something missing. kazuya's not close enough. mei's hands scratch down his chest as he rolls his hips into kazuya's, gasping and whining. it doesn't take much for him to start to lose himself, either, though he does make a conscientious effort to roll his hips in a circle and ride him good, to make sure kazuya feels every single inch of his skin as they move. ]
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There. Now, Miyuki tips his head back and lets a sly smile pull at the corners of his mouth, rocking his hips with a purpose but not quite deviating from the rhythm they've set in place. Yet. ]
Look at you, Mei. You're doing so good, giving me such a great show. [ He's a little breathless when he speaks, but he figures it's not going to ruin the effect of this any. ] But... you've been thinking about this all day, haven't you?
[ And he punctuates the question - rhetorical as it is, technically - with a hard snap of his hips upwards, instead. ]
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(it screams mine, yet another thing mei's all about; he has his things that he cares for, his things that he holds dear, and he holds them very close. miyuki kazuya is no exception.)
his words are a little hazy at first, though mei immediately latches onto the praise. he cracks an eye open to look at him, all deep, dark blue, his mouth curling up into a facsimile of his usual smirk. there's clearly a reply right on his tongue, ready to snap back at the banter--
but kazuya's hips jerk and mei gasps, the words utterly shattering as he immediately chases that back down, rolling down hard against him, fingers curling into his chest. he doesn't provide an answer to his question, because, well...he's not wrong, but mei would rather die than admit that out loud. ]
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And reminders for them, later.
Right now, though, there's no real intent on his end of things to leave them where they're visible. There'll be a pattern of fingers along the curve of his ass, his thighs, where he's holding onto him, but. The focus now is on making Mei lose it. ]
It's obvious. It was - ah - [ He turns a sharp noise into a sigh, a laugh, moving both of his heels into the bed and digging them in for leverage to drive himself deeper up into Mei. ] It was obvious at dinner, too. I could've fucked you over the table, if you'd really wanted.
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like right now; the pressure of kazuya's strong hands digging into his ass doesn't go unnoticed, and mei snaps his hips back down against him, relentless and greedy as ever, scratching another line across kazuya's chest when he pushes up like that. combined with the dirty talk, it briefly short circuits mei's brain, and his mouth drops open, a low, pleased noise rolling out of his throat and dissolving into a higher pitched whine with another good thrust.
however, he is not letting kazuya undo him this easily. too stubborn for that. mei curls his hand tighter into a fist and rolls his hips in a circle, which feels really fucking good and should be good for him too, squeezing tighter around him with the next downward thrust. ] You--hah--would've missed out onnn--on this.
[ because as hot as getting fucked over the table sounds (no, really), he really loves doing this, loves showing off, and mei makes a point to toss his head back and show the vulnerable line of his throat, the curve of his spine, all muscle and sweat and soft, perfect pale skin.
gonna have to try harder than that to undo narumiya mei thank you very much! ]
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This isn't even makeup sex, and it's shaping up to something good. His eyes close for a second as he just - basks in the noise, the whine. Mei is noisy in general, but getting those ones in particular is reward enough for him. He'd like to record him sometime, to be honest.
His own mouth falls open when Mei rolls his hips, brow pinched and eyes still closed for a moment longer. Shit.
But he winds up laughing, and Kazuya tilts his head back into the pillows, eyes fluttering open again so he can watch that stretch of pale skin and muscle. It takes him a moment, but he finally moves, bringing up one of his hands but leaving the other wrapped tight against his ass to give him leverage. He just can't resist, and he reaches, palm and fingers pressed against hat delicate expanse of his throat. ]
You'd make a perfect dessert. [ He doesn't squeeze, but he does press a little, thumb against his pulse. ] I could, ah, I could've fucked you over the table and come back for more later.
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mei glances down to check kazuya's reaction and is pleased with it--he looks handsome when he lets go of his carefully controlled facade every now and then, all flushed and a little sweaty, mouth open, brows pinched. mei drops his hands to run them over his chest again as kazuya opens his eyes, and mei doesn't look away. there's hunger in his gze, something insatiable even with each rock of their hips. his hands curl tight against his chest as kazuya's hand comes up, and mei makes a noise when his thumb presses to his pulse, a low, deep groan that reverberates in his chest.
god. okay, he probably likes it a little rough. no one was surprised. ] What I wanted was this. [ he manages to get it out in one sentence, emphasis necessary, as he abruptly pushes himself up, out of kazuya's reach, and then straight back down. it gets a loud noise out of him, practically daring him to challenge it.
so what? he totally wanted to ride it. no shame in that. ]