[ 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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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. ]