[ 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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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. ]