[ 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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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. ]