That's for sure... [ Midori mutters it under his breath, but fondly, rather than disparagingly, like he might've once done. Because Chiaki is smiling brightly, and saying things like this, and kissing him.
It's easy for him to softly hush his depression, like this. So he can kiss him back, still smiling, even laughing a little under his breath before... well, yeah. The fact that Chiaki is swaying is pretty obvious, when he's still buried inside him. ]
I'd like that, senpai. [ Soft, quiet. A little tentative. But very sincere, before he reaches to scoop his hands around the backs of Chiaki's thighs to lift him up so he can pull out and get him laid back.
Ignoring, of course, the shudder and hiss that come from sensitivity. ]
Oof. [ chiaki is very impressed by midori's strength! he makes an approving noise and helps a little, even if his thighs feel like they're made of lead; he shivers a little bit too as he pulls away, fingers curling gently in midori's back.
thankfully, they at least prepared properly and it hasn't left much of a mess, but as they get settled, chiaki glances down at himself and notices the actual mess he made of both of their stomachs.
...oops. well...that's a problem for later, probably. gingerly, he lifts himself up and off of midori's lap, shifting into the space beside him and stretching his arms out before he inevitably just passes out asleep. he's already missing the warmth of having him so close. ] Me too!
[ because it's true! he can't imagine anything he'd like more. ]
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It's easy for him to softly hush his depression, like this. So he can kiss him back, still smiling, even laughing a little under his breath before... well, yeah. The fact that Chiaki is swaying is pretty obvious, when he's still buried inside him. ]
I'd like that, senpai. [ Soft, quiet. A little tentative. But very sincere, before he reaches to scoop his hands around the backs of Chiaki's thighs to lift him up so he can pull out and get him laid back.
Ignoring, of course, the shudder and hiss that come from sensitivity. ]
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thankfully, they at least prepared properly and it hasn't left much of a mess, but as they get settled, chiaki glances down at himself and notices the actual mess he made of both of their stomachs.
...oops. well...that's a problem for later, probably. gingerly, he lifts himself up and off of midori's lap, shifting into the space beside him and stretching his arms out before he inevitably just passes out asleep. he's already missing the warmth of having him so close. ] Me too!
[ because it's true! he can't imagine anything he'd like more. ]