[ Adding a little bit more lube, when Eijun pushes down on his fingers, he just hums in response at first. He's seen him on the mound, practice with him when it was just the two of them playing at being a battery, and he knows he can figure out how to wait for the right moment. But in the bedroom, he gets it - Miyuki rarely actually wants to wait, either.
But he does. He makes himself wait, because he wants to see Eijun's face, wants to hear him moan and keen, wants to render him a mess. It's worth holding onto his own composure.
So he just clicks his tongue softly, mock disapproval, and ducks down to get one of Eijun's legs up over his shoulder. Just for the contact, mostly, and because it gives him a good angle, letting him go deep as he starts to fuck him with his fingers. ]
Hate to break it to you, but you're going to have to. [ except he sounds sing-song, instead of apologetic, so. ]
[ eijun doesn't even flinch when miyuki grabs his leg and pulls it up over his shoulder--it's actually a little more comfortable, if only because he has something to rest on instead of just relying on miyuki's arm and gravity.
plus, he's distracted now. the new angle means a deeper push, and the pain starts to evaporate as he gets used to the bigger feeling of fullness. it's nice, now, and eijun drops his head back against the pillows and groans, rolling his hips forward into the motion of his hand.
the deeper he gets, the better it is, too. he lets out a loud noise, his back arching up up as if that'll help him get more from him, hips twitching helplessly. ]
[ Jesus, flexibility has never been more of a gift than it is now. Kazuya just lets out an appreciative hum as Eijun gets comfortable, and brings his hand up to pat the very thigh that's right next to his head. Sitting like this is actually pretty comfortable, and lets them get into it instead of worrying about positioning. ]
C'mon, Eijun. [ Years later, and first names still give him a little thrill. What a nerd. ] Let me hear you. If you do, I won't make you wait too long.
[ Implying, unfortunately, that he's going to make him wait regardless. But with the slick, wet noise of his fingers going in and out of him, thrusting as deep as he can go with them... well, he could probably do this for hours, using it to pick Eijun apart. ]
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But he does. He makes himself wait, because he wants to see Eijun's face, wants to hear him moan and keen, wants to render him a mess. It's worth holding onto his own composure.
So he just clicks his tongue softly, mock disapproval, and ducks down to get one of Eijun's legs up over his shoulder. Just for the contact, mostly, and because it gives him a good angle, letting him go deep as he starts to fuck him with his fingers. ]
Hate to break it to you, but you're going to have to. [ except he sounds sing-song, instead of apologetic, so. ]
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plus, he's distracted now. the new angle means a deeper push, and the pain starts to evaporate as he gets used to the bigger feeling of fullness. it's nice, now, and eijun drops his head back against the pillows and groans, rolling his hips forward into the motion of his hand.
the deeper he gets, the better it is, too. he lets out a loud noise, his back arching up up as if that'll help him get more from him, hips twitching helplessly. ]
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C'mon, Eijun. [ Years later, and first names still give him a little thrill.
What a nerd.] Let me hear you. If you do, I won't make you wait too long.[ Implying, unfortunately, that he's going to make him wait regardless. But with the slick, wet noise of his fingers going in and out of him, thrusting as deep as he can go with them... well, he could probably do this for hours, using it to pick Eijun apart. ]