[ eijun has pretty much always been a reactive kind of guy--he's loud, stupid and honest, and those three characteristics go with him from the baseball field to the bedroom. he's not shy about letting anyone know exactly how he feels, which works out nicely to koushuu's benefit in this case.
it's kind of a weird feeling, if only because he is at least a little aware of what's happening, but it's definitely not a bad one. apparently that's a pretty sensitive spot, and the wet, insistent pressure of his tongue is unraveling his spine bit by bit, making him rock his hips backwards into him to try and get a little more out of it. every single nerve ending he has feels like it's tingling with each lick, and he moans again, a shuddery noise as his back bows inward and he mushes his cheek in the pillow.
at least the way they're set up means he can hide how red his ears are. ]
[ It's not like Koushu's going to make a move to try and peek at him beyond what he can see, because his noises and his body are telling him everything that he needs to know as it is. So...
Deciding that, since he's rocking back anyways, he spreads him open a little more and actually licks into him, pressing the tip of his tongue past tight muscle with a low noise in the back of his throat. This isn't something that he normally does, even if he enjoys it, but for Eijun he's not going to pass up the opportunity to make him feel good like this. Especially when he moans like that, muffled as it is where he's pressed into a pillow.
His hands keep him open for him, but he lowers them some, worn palms and calloused fingers giving him an encouraging squeeze on either side. If he wants to move back into his face, he's not going to stop him. Not right now. ]
[ well thank goodness for that. any of eijun's embarrassment has mostly started to fade away anyway, as he mashes his face into the pillows underneath him. even just having his breath muffled against the pillow is easy to forget about, even as the fabric gets wet under his open mouth, from the sweat and the unintentional tears that leak out from the sensation.
it's a lot, koushuu's hand drifting downwards just adding to that. eijun's nothing if not reactive, either, and he definitely gives koushuu plenty to work with--when he pushes past, eijun gasps and moans, deep in his chest. his fingers curl tight into the sheets, and he jerks his hips back right into koushuu's mouth, almost begging for more from him. please. ]
[ There, just like that. Eijun is perfectly reactive as always, never failing to deliver something perfect every time they try something new for him. Koushuu lets out a small noise in response to his moan, something that rumbles in the back of his throat. His hands squeeze a little more where he holds him open, near to bruising, but not quite, as he pulls back and licks across again.
But for as much as it's a tease, it's a brief one. He immediately presses into him again, easing into him, getting him wet and open. A little further and he'll be as far as he can go with his tongue, but he's fine with that. He just fucks him, slow and shallow, taking his time on taking him apart. They've got all the time in the world, as far as Koushuu is concerned, and by the time he's done with Eijun...
Well. He'll be happy to put him back together after all this is said and done. ]
[ if eijun were just a little more observant, just a little smarter, he might notice the way koushuu always seems to touch and kiss him with a kind of tenderness. there's a care to it, something that's almost worship, but all of the minutiae of how much koushuu loves him is lost to eijun's thick head, most of the time.
he likes things obvious, so he says things obvious. he's not shy to let koushuu know that he's enjoying himself in any situation, and this is no different. sawamura sighs, his fists curled tight into the sheets underneath him as he rocks back into his face when he presses back in, a whine coming out of his throat.
it's this good, melty heat that starts at his toes and drips across his whole body, makes him feel a little like he's floating, and he gets into a rhythm with his hips, rocking back and forth, back and forth, burying his forehead in the covers underneath and panting, whining, broken off "ah" and "oh" and, after an especially good part, "okumura". ]
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it's kind of a weird feeling, if only because he is at least a little aware of what's happening, but it's definitely not a bad one. apparently that's a pretty sensitive spot, and the wet, insistent pressure of his tongue is unraveling his spine bit by bit, making him rock his hips backwards into him to try and get a little more out of it. every single nerve ending he has feels like it's tingling with each lick, and he moans again, a shuddery noise as his back bows inward and he mushes his cheek in the pillow.
at least the way they're set up means he can hide how red his ears are. ]
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Deciding that, since he's rocking back anyways, he spreads him open a little more and actually licks into him, pressing the tip of his tongue past tight muscle with a low noise in the back of his throat. This isn't something that he normally does, even if he enjoys it, but for Eijun he's not going to pass up the opportunity to make him feel good like this. Especially when he moans like that, muffled as it is where he's pressed into a pillow.
His hands keep him open for him, but he lowers them some, worn palms and calloused fingers giving him an encouraging squeeze on either side. If he wants to move back into his face, he's not going to stop him. Not right now. ]
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it's a lot, koushuu's hand drifting downwards just adding to that. eijun's nothing if not reactive, either, and he definitely gives koushuu plenty to work with--when he pushes past, eijun gasps and moans, deep in his chest. his fingers curl tight into the sheets, and he jerks his hips back right into koushuu's mouth, almost begging for more from him. please. ]
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But for as much as it's a tease, it's a brief one. He immediately presses into him again, easing into him, getting him wet and open. A little further and he'll be as far as he can go with his tongue, but he's fine with that. He just fucks him, slow and shallow, taking his time on taking him apart. They've got all the time in the world, as far as Koushuu is concerned, and by the time he's done with Eijun...
Well. He'll be happy to put him back together after all this is said and done. ]
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he likes things obvious, so he says things obvious. he's not shy to let koushuu know that he's enjoying himself in any situation, and this is no different. sawamura sighs, his fists curled tight into the sheets underneath him as he rocks back into his face when he presses back in, a whine coming out of his throat.
it's this good, melty heat that starts at his toes and drips across his whole body, makes him feel a little like he's floating, and he gets into a rhythm with his hips, rocking back and forth, back and forth, burying his forehead in the covers underneath and panting, whining, broken off "ah" and "oh" and, after an especially good part, "okumura". ]