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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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. ]