[ 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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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. ]