[ he couldn't dislike a bit of what's happening if he tried his hardest and that makes it all the easier to let asahi take control. ukai feels surprisingly - or maybe unsurprisingly given that they've made it this far without complaint - comfortable with allowing asahi to do as he pleases. he doesn't feel the need to try to take charge or lead him and it makes for an even better experience on ukai's end.
the question has him letting out a breath of a laugh, his fingertips brushing against the back of asahi's neck as he nods at him, not quite managing to stop the way his hips move. ] It feels good.
[ asahi's should i doesn't escape ukai's notice and he intends to ask about it, but the way he leans back is enough of a distraction that he pauses before he can. and with his easily his spit-slicked hand slides over his cock, it's hard to focus on questioning what asahi meant to ask when what he's doing feels as good as it does.
it only takes a little longer for it to return, though, in the heat of a more insistent arch of his hips toward asahi's hand as he finds himself much closer to his own climax. ] What were you gonna ask? Should you...?
i thought i'd replied to this and only just realized i messed up. :( i'm sorry!
the question has him letting out a breath of a laugh, his fingertips brushing against the back of asahi's neck as he nods at him, not quite managing to stop the way his hips move. ] It feels good.
[ asahi's should i doesn't escape ukai's notice and he intends to ask about it, but the way he leans back is enough of a distraction that he pauses before he can. and with his easily his spit-slicked hand slides over his cock, it's hard to focus on questioning what asahi meant to ask when what he's doing feels as good as it does.
it only takes a little longer for it to return, though, in the heat of a more insistent arch of his hips toward asahi's hand as he finds himself much closer to his own climax. ] What were you gonna ask? Should you...?