[ the heat itself has pretty much taken over at this point--mei can feel his rationale more or less leaking out of his ears the minute he gets his thighs straddled over kazuya's lap. that feels so good, and a stream of clothes off clothes off clothes off replaces whatever last little bit of coherency he was clinging on to.
he makes a noise in response to kazuya's groan, his body arching underneath his hands, which leave a calloused trail of fire everywhere they touch, until he's squirming to get out of his shirt. mei reaches behind him to yank it off and give kazuya access to all the bare skin and baseball honed muscle he could want, and give himself just a little bit of relief from the absolutely scorching heat.
his own hands drag up kazuya's chest once they're finished, doing the same exact thing. he starts to pull his shirt up, off off off, get this off, he needs to be skin on skin right now--
(and if he ends up saying some of that out loud, well, it's not like he's got total control of all of his functions at the moment.) ]
[ God he sounds and smells and feels so good. Miyuki drags blunt nails and worn palms along the length of Mei's body when he gets access to the shift of muscle and warmth of skin. It feels so good, so right, and every movement is a little bit of friction against him. But it's just not enough, so.
No resistance comes when Mei goes for his shirt, though he's loathe to stop touching Mei's body. He just lifts his arms up so he can tear the shirt off him, likely never to be seen again, and that's just as fine, too.
It's only the fact that Kazuya wants his clothes off just as badly as Mei does that keeps him from making fun of the stream of words that come pouring out of his mouth. So all he does is arch his hips up into Mei's, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his jeans and his underwear both so he can hike them down his thighs. He can kick them off the rest of the way after, but he's hard, he needs that pressure gone, needs skin as much as Mei does as heat goes from pooling in his gut to spreading out through the rest of him.
And then he goes for Mei's pants immediately after, growling ] Off. [ with the same impatience and nearly mindlessness that Mei has. ]
[ luckily, mei and kazuya are pretty much always on the same wavelength--being in a heat and in a rut respectively has only made that even easier than usual. naturally, mei's a step ahead of him when he growls like that (and that's obscenely attractive, a fact he'll think about later) and immediately pushes himself up to his knees proper to start undoing his belt, throwing it off to the side when kazuya's hands come up to get to his fly.
mei's hips arch immediately, rubbing already against his wrist when he gets close like that, and a groan escapes his mouth, unable to resist rutting forward even just that little bit. it's a bit chaotic, but mei uses that already there connection to his advantage and squirms out of his pants, kicks his sticky wet boxer briefs off to the floor.
almost immediately, he settles back down on kazuya's strong thighs, and even just that sends a burst of heat through him, the feeling of skin on skin immediate and satisfying, though not quite enough. mei scrabbles his hands across his shoulders, down his chest, shoves him back down and practically blankets on top of him, needy hips immediately rolling backwards against him, all slick soaked and hot as he makes a desperate, needy noise, something he'll be horrifyingly embarrassed about in a few hours. ]
[ When Mei pushes his hips forwards, ruts against his wrist, Miyuki doesn't stop him. He just gets his jeans undone, presses down against where he can feel him hard in them, and pulls, helps him get them off. And it's - a blessing as much as it is a curse. There's less material in the way of the scent of slick, of the pure, concentrated heat roiling off of Mei. His eyes almost roll back in his head, to be honest. He just barely manages to keep his focus, but he does groan a little as he breathes it in.
And then there's nothing at all between them. Mei blankets his chest, muscle against muscle, heated and already slick skin pressed together, and that's it. There's nothing else stopping them. Sure, this was what Kazuya was trying to egg on, but, fuck - fuck, it's a lot.
Rather than push him off, or just get straight to it, he slots himself right against the cleft of Mei's ass, sliding in slick as his hands shoot up to his head. Fingers curl into his hair, almost a snare, and he drags him into a wet, open-mouthed kiss, hungry to swallow down that noise as he rocks his hips up against him. It isn't quite enough yet, but it won't take long at all to get that enough. Not after this. ]
[ yeah, "a lot" doesn't even begin to cover it. there's first that feeling of relief, a little shiver rolling down mei's back because it feels cold in comparison, exposing wet skin to the air, but that's almost immediately replaced by the warmth of kazuya's body on his.
the combination of the heat and pressure of kazuya and the hand tight in his hair makes mei stumble into the kiss with a moan, a loud, obnoxious noise as he grinds back against him just to try and take the edge off. it's not that easy, though, and that same burning, desperate heat his him practically clawing at the blankets underneath them to get better purchase to grind up against him. he's so fucking close, mei can hardly wait any longer, and he whines right up against his mouth, hot and breathy and needy. ] Please--come on, Kazuya, you're too slow, come on--
[ yep still bratty even like this. it's not really on purpose, but as if to punctuate, he grinds backwards against kazuya, hips rocking up and down and slicking him up. ]
[ On one hand, god does he want to shut Mei up. (he can think of a lot of constructive ways to do that) (so many) On the other hand, he wants him sex-stupid and noisy. He's already broaching on mindless, even with his bratty whining, but he doesn't have much interest in reprimanding him for the whining. Not right now, and sure as fuck not when he's rocking against him. Kazuya's head drops back against the bed, eyes actually closing now, and his mouth falling open even further as he breathes with Mei for a second, another.
Slowly, though, he strokes his fingers through Mei's hair, down his neck and back, going further and further down. When he can curl one hand around the curve of his ass, spreading him, he takes his dick in the other. It's hard and hot and heavy, and he can feel the base where it's extra tense and sensitive in spades already, but it's fine. ]
All you had to do was ask, Mei. [ It's a parroting of his earlier taunt, but it's half a taunt, half giving into him, as he positions the head against Mei and rocks his hips up to press into him. ]
Fuck yahhn-- [ really, if mei wasn't totally desperate with heat he probably would've gotten right up and left for that shitty remark, because rude, but he's luckily distracted by the pressure of kazuya's head.
his comment dies off with a moan and mei grabs for the sheets again to give himself something to hold onto. it's the best kind of finally, satisfying the heat's desperate need to be full, and yeah. there's not a toy in the world that could be this satisfying. part of is probably because of that m word he's been skipping around his entire life, but kazuya's hot and heavy and the perfect amount of pressure.
which means that, even mostly incoherent and ready to be fucked out of his mind, mei does something shitty like rock his hips all the way down immediately to take him to the hilt. it's 75% want and 25% spite, and he gasps, pushing himself up off of kazuya's chest and to a sitting position to feel it better, which makes mei moan again, not at all quietly.
and, because impatience in this situation is everything, he starts to rock his hips, not wanting to separate at all from the full feeling quite yet but living for the friction. ]
[ If it weren't for the fact that Mei is tight and wet and hot, a perfect distraction, Kazuya would probably give him another shitty comment to go with that. I am now. But, no. Mei is an enveloping heat that he's thought about one too many times now, during his own ruts and when he's figured Mei's had his heats, off at Inashiro. What kind of toys did he use? He knows he's never fucked a beta to try and take the edge off, because of his pride, but did he think about anyone during his heats the way Miyuki thought of him?
It doesn't matter, in the end. They're here, now, and they might both be dodging around that m word, but they both know it for a truth. Will they ever say it? Unlikely, at least right now. There isn't really any room for words at all, and all Kazuya can do is peter off into a long, guttural groan when Mei sinks right down onto him. Both hands go to his hips, but it's like he isn't sure which way he wants to go - to push him down faster, or to stop him.
So he just squeezes, fingers digging into his skin hard enough to bruise. When he sits up it's no better, but Kazuya opens his eyes again to get the full view, his legs moving, shifting. With his heels digging into the bed, he can get some leverage, rocking his hips with him. There's no way he can sink into him any deeper, but the movement seems like he's making a good effort at it. ]
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he makes a noise in response to kazuya's groan, his body arching underneath his hands, which leave a calloused trail of fire everywhere they touch, until he's squirming to get out of his shirt. mei reaches behind him to yank it off and give kazuya access to all the bare skin and baseball honed muscle he could want, and give himself just a little bit of relief from the absolutely scorching heat.
his own hands drag up kazuya's chest once they're finished, doing the same exact thing. he starts to pull his shirt up, off off off, get this off, he needs to be skin on skin right now--
(and if he ends up saying some of that out loud, well, it's not like he's got total control of all of his functions at the moment.) ]
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No resistance comes when Mei goes for his shirt, though he's loathe to stop touching Mei's body. He just lifts his arms up so he can tear the shirt off him, likely never to be seen again, and that's just as fine, too.
It's only the fact that Kazuya wants his clothes off just as badly as Mei does that keeps him from making fun of the stream of words that come pouring out of his mouth. So all he does is arch his hips up into Mei's, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his jeans and his underwear both so he can hike them down his thighs. He can kick them off the rest of the way after, but he's hard, he needs that pressure gone, needs skin as much as Mei does as heat goes from pooling in his gut to spreading out through the rest of him.
And then he goes for Mei's pants immediately after, growling ] Off. [ with the same impatience and nearly mindlessness that Mei has. ]
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mei's hips arch immediately, rubbing already against his wrist when he gets close like that, and a groan escapes his mouth, unable to resist rutting forward even just that little bit. it's a bit chaotic, but mei uses that already there connection to his advantage and squirms out of his pants, kicks his sticky wet boxer briefs off to the floor.
almost immediately, he settles back down on kazuya's strong thighs, and even just that sends a burst of heat through him, the feeling of skin on skin immediate and satisfying, though not quite enough. mei scrabbles his hands across his shoulders, down his chest, shoves him back down and practically blankets on top of him, needy hips immediately rolling backwards against him, all slick soaked and hot as he makes a desperate, needy noise, something he'll be horrifyingly embarrassed about in a few hours. ]
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And then there's nothing at all between them. Mei blankets his chest, muscle against muscle, heated and already slick skin pressed together, and that's it. There's nothing else stopping them. Sure, this was what Kazuya was trying to egg on, but, fuck - fuck, it's a lot.
Rather than push him off, or just get straight to it, he slots himself right against the cleft of Mei's ass, sliding in slick as his hands shoot up to his head. Fingers curl into his hair, almost a snare, and he drags him into a wet, open-mouthed kiss, hungry to swallow down that noise as he rocks his hips up against him. It isn't quite enough yet, but it won't take long at all to get that enough. Not after this. ]
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the combination of the heat and pressure of kazuya and the hand tight in his hair makes mei stumble into the kiss with a moan, a loud, obnoxious noise as he grinds back against him just to try and take the edge off. it's not that easy, though, and that same burning, desperate heat his him practically clawing at the blankets underneath them to get better purchase to grind up against him. he's so fucking close, mei can hardly wait any longer, and he whines right up against his mouth, hot and breathy and needy. ] Please--come on, Kazuya, you're too slow, come on--
[ yep still bratty even like this. it's not really on purpose, but as if to punctuate, he grinds backwards against kazuya, hips rocking up and down and slicking him up. ]
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Slowly, though, he strokes his fingers through Mei's hair, down his neck and back, going further and further down. When he can curl one hand around the curve of his ass, spreading him, he takes his dick in the other. It's hard and hot and heavy, and he can feel the base where it's extra tense and sensitive in spades already, but it's fine. ]
All you had to do was ask, Mei. [ It's a parroting of his earlier taunt, but it's half a taunt, half giving into him, as he positions the head against Mei and rocks his hips up to press into him. ]
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his comment dies off with a moan and mei grabs for the sheets again to give himself something to hold onto. it's the best kind of finally, satisfying the heat's desperate need to be full, and yeah. there's not a toy in the world that could be this satisfying. part of is probably because of that m word he's been skipping around his entire life, but kazuya's hot and heavy and the perfect amount of pressure.
which means that, even mostly incoherent and ready to be fucked out of his mind, mei does something shitty like rock his hips all the way down immediately to take him to the hilt. it's 75% want and 25% spite, and he gasps, pushing himself up off of kazuya's chest and to a sitting position to feel it better, which makes mei moan again, not at all quietly.
and, because impatience in this situation is everything, he starts to rock his hips, not wanting to separate at all from the full feeling quite yet but living for the friction. ]
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It doesn't matter, in the end. They're here, now, and they might both be dodging around that m word, but they both know it for a truth. Will they ever say it? Unlikely, at least right now. There isn't really any room for words at all, and all Kazuya can do is peter off into a long, guttural groan when Mei sinks right down onto him. Both hands go to his hips, but it's like he isn't sure which way he wants to go - to push him down faster, or to stop him.
So he just squeezes, fingers digging into his skin hard enough to bruise. When he sits up it's no better, but Kazuya opens his eyes again to get the full view, his legs moving, shifting. With his heels digging into the bed, he can get some leverage, rocking his hips with him. There's no way he can sink into him any deeper, but the movement seems like he's making a good effort at it. ]