[ taking the elastic and actually thinking about it this time makes ukai wonder if he was the reason it was missing the last time. if he'd felt the same urge to slip his fingers through asahi's hair while drunk. or if it'd perhaps been a casualty of more heated, rushed kisses and the carelessness that tagged along with them. he's not sure it'll ever come back to him beyond flashes of that night, but it's not a bad thing to think about. not when he's got the chance to do this without any reason to forget about it.
asahi moves in close to him, almost against him again, and the answer he gets almost makes ukai sigh against his lips. he doesn't because the attention to his lip earns another one of those pleasured hums, almost directly into asahi's mouth this time. ]
Mm, I can do that. [ the push works well enough for him and ukai easily gives in to it, shifting until he can lay back against the couch. he's vaguely aware, as he does move, of the fact that he's the only one of them naked despite asahi being the first one to get off. it's something he'll remedy soon, preferably when he's not almost stretched out across his couch while allowing asahi space between his legs.
it's once he's settled into a comfortable position, one that involves propping a cushion between his back and the arm of the couch so he doesn't have to move around again in a couple of minutes, that ukai looks up at asahi again. ] I had you how I wanted you, so just move me if you need to, okay? I don't mind.
[ That hum of Ukai's makes the risk of taking the lead worth it. It certainly isn't a role Asahi normally feels comfortable stepping up to, but he likes the idea of maybe trying to, at least a little more, with Ukai. He certainly doesn't seem to mind, if the way he's easily adjusting himself, tucking a pillow behind him and laying back, waiting for Asahi to make his move, is any indication.
And god. What a view.
Situated with his knees on either side of Ukai's left leg, a similar position to before save for the likelihood of Ukai loosing feeling to his leg, Asahi has quite the view. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, he knows he should be embarrassed. He should have some shame to spare where Ukai apparently has none; either because he's in the comfort of his own home, or because he knows just how good he looks like this. But Asahi can't help the way his eyes roam over Ukai's toned, utterly naked body. He can't help the hunger that rises in him at the sight of Ukai's naked thighs, his pleasantly shaped hipbones, his erection lying flat against his belly, it's natural deviation skewing from the dip of his navel.
Bracing his forearms on either side of Ukai's head, Asahi leans his body into Ukai's, pressing them together from groin to chest. True, he's still got his pants on, but it gives Ukai something to rub against while Asahi pushes his hands into Ukai's hair. ]
You're really hot. [ It doesn't take as much courage as he might have once thought; to say that, to coax the band holding Ukai's hair off his forehead completely out of his hair, to press his mouth earnestly to Ukai's for another kiss. ]
[ he doesn't completely see it as taking the lead either way. rather, ukai considers it letting asahi do what he's comfortable with. he could do a lot more leading himself, but he thinks it's better for both of them if he's not guiding asahi and making it look like he has expectations that need to be filled along the way. especially not when they came here for a lot less than this. there's something amusing about the fact that he hasn't managed to leave a single mark on asahi yet, but they've made it to the point of getting one another off.
ukai suspects that getting around to leaving a mark or two will be the cause of another round, though. on asahi's part, at least.
the level of embarrassment should be much higher with the way asahi is looking at him. ukai can't remember the last time anyone's looked at him like this. or if anybody ever has looked at him this way, for that matter. he doesn't know if he should contribute it to how long they've taken or asahi's age or genuine attraction or some combination of the three of them, but whatever the reason for that look, he likes it. it's the kind of thing that has him licking across his bottom lip without much thought, gaze sharp as it remains fixed on asahi's face.
once he leans in, though, and presses against him, that sharpness is gone as ukai's eyes slip shut for a second, the slight friction against bare skin enough to make him rock his hips up against asahi without a second thought. he doesn't open his eyes until fingers are slipping the band out of his hair, the compliment only earning a soft sound in response before that.
and when lips find his again, ukai easily lets his eyes close once more in favor of wrapping an arm around asahi's back while he licks into his mouth, a little more desperate than before thanks to the way he's steadily grinding his hips up to rub himself against asahi. ]
[ The band joins the rest of Ukai's clothes on the floor as Asahi sifts his fingers through the thick plush of Ukai's hair. Asahi relaxes into the shape of Ukai's body, little by little, as he gets lost in the distracting, desperate pull of Ukai's kisses. It takes too much effort to brace his weight politely above Ukai-- especially when a strong arm wraps around Asahi's back and pulls him down into the warmth of Ukai's body; an unspoken promise that he can take it. Asahi can't worry about crushing him, an ever present nagging little fear at the back of his mind, when Ukai keeps rolling his hips like that, making those quiet, pleased exhales whenever his tongue isn't busy reacquainting itself with Asahi's.
If Asahi shifted just a little, he could push their dicks together, grind against Ukai through the thin material of his track pants. He wishes he were more than half hard, so he could pull his track pants down and press them together, feel Ukai bucking up against him, bare and needy. It's unbelievable how appealing the thought is...
Maybe if he could just... ]
Ukai- [ Quiet, and Asahi doesn't know why he's almost whispering, beyond the fact that he wants to ask something that doesn't feel like it should be asked loudly. Asahi can feel his breath against the wet press of Ukai's mouth, absently moves a thumb from one of the hands gently cradling either side of Ukai's head to brush the unbleached hair by Ukai's ear. ]
Can I- [ A small bite at his bottom lip, trying for playful because Asahi's starting to understand what Ukai likes-- what makes Ukai squirm and tighten his hands in Asahi's hair. In all honestly, it's just to hide how his face must make it blindingly obvious that he really wants to do it. ] Give you a kiss mark?
[ the removal of the band from his hair earns no protest because it gives asahi an easier time of getting his fingers through his hair and ukai likes the feeling. then again, nothing asahi's done has been or is worth protesting and he almost doesn't know what to make of that. it's something ukai will wonder about later, when he's alone and he doesn't have the warm, comfortable pressure of asahi over him to rock up into or the distraction of being able to continue kissing him.
which, he finds, is actually harder to manage now that he's under asahi and he almost feels like he's the one being teased now. there's the press of hips, but hands remain incredibly far above the belt by being in his hair. maybe it's unintentional. or it could be asahi's way of getting back at him for how long their kissing lasted to begin with. ukai can't really blame him if it is.
he's slow to open his eyes again to look at asahi at the sound of his name, his head barely settling back for the sake of not crossing his eyes. ] Yeah?
[ there isn't much need to ask or prompt asahi, but the response is almost a habit. it's soon enough that he gets his response, the bite to his bottom lip enough to make ukai kiss him again before he hears the request against his lips, which curl up into a half grin over it. ]
Mhm. Give me as many as you want. [ it's not as if anyone will question him over the sight of marks, even visible ones on his neck. ]
[ It would take a lot of needling to get Asahi to admit it, but there is a degree of self-consciousness that lingers when it comes to touching Ukai. Looking is one thing, he couldn't stop himself from looking if he tried, but the courage it takes to explore Ukai's body is something Asahi has to build himself up to.
Sure, he has things he wants to do-- he's seen as much porn as any other seventeen year old boy-- but that kind of confidence comes with practice, and that's something Asahi hasn't had all that much of. Besides the few awkward fumbles in the locker room, frantic touches that only lasted as long as necessary, this is really the first time Asahi's had a chance to please another person.
After Ukai all but unraveled him in his lap, Asahi really wants to impress him. Or, at the very least, not embarrass himself with his own inexperience. ]
Remember you said that. [ Asahi's smile is probably too genuine, too unreservedly pleased, but he's too busy nipping his way past Ukai's lips and down his jaw to really care. The thought of kissing Ukai until the shape of Asahi's mouth stays bruised on his skin has Asahi rapidly growing uncomfortable in his pants again.
Freed from his bun, Asahi's hair traces along Ukai's skin as he presses open-mouthed kisses down his neck; a tickle compared to the occasional scratch of his beard. Asahi keeps the touch of his teeth against Ukai's throat random, sometimes a feint, and other times a precursor to the press of teeth and a wet, hot tongue. ]
[ to asahi's credit, the way the nerves seem to have slipped away over the time they've been on the couch is impressive enough. there's something sure about the way asahi moves and ukai likes it. then again, he'd struggle to find something he dislikes about what they've done so far. even the way asahi seems content to take his time doesn't bother ukai outside of the growing need for more friction, which will really just make things more satisfying in the end.
he lifts a hand to slide his fingers through asahi's hair just for the sake of feeling it between his fingers, not attempting to do anything to stop or guide him in his movement. ]
You're gonna try to make me regret that, aren't you? [ ukai doesn't expect an answer as teeth meet his jaw. what's meant to be a soft laugh ends up a sigh instead, obviously pleased by the attention. and as asahi moves lower, that need for friction increases with every press of lips, whether it ends with teeth or not.
his hand eventually slides to the back of asahi's neck in a conscious effort to stop himself from curling his fingers into it too hard. ] You should know-- [ ukai lets his head rest back to give asahi more access to his throat as he sucks in a breath at the feeling of teeth then tongue against his skin once more. ] --you're gonna drive me crazy like this. In a good way.
[ The way Ukai threads his fingers through Asahi's hair, exploratory, resolute, has Asahi muting the stutter of his breath against the skin bared to him. He wants to sound sure, to sound absolutely confident about leaving his mark on Ukai, but Asahi's voice catches in his throat, too easily caught up in the way Ukai's hands touch him.
Bartering for time with kisses that easily turn to more, Asahi laves attention in the not so secret space where Ukai's neck meets collarbone, just above where the collars of Ukai's usual t-shirts would easily cover; letting Ukai's sighs and squirms build up his courage. ]
No, I don't want you to regret anything. [ Asahi mumbles, a promise against the mark he's left on Ukai's skin. Propped up on a single forearm, Asahi leaves one hand buried in Ukai's hair and draws the inquiring fingertips of his other hand down. Testing the resistance of Ukai's chest. Exploring the shape of his side. Learning the work of muscle under warm skin as he shifts against Asahi. ] I liked the way your kiss mark looked on me-- [ Its thrilling to have Ukai like this, naked and willing under him. It makes Asahi uninhibited in his own honesty. ] I liked knowing that you put it there-- that's how I want to make you feel.
[ Without the waistband of Ukai's pants to keep his wandering hand in check, Asahi follows the cut of Ukai's hip, taking the push of Ukai's hips as invitation to explore between them. The coarse hair of Ukai's belly, the way his stomach stutters when Asahi's touch drags too light, the way he sounds when Asahi finally wraps a tentative hand around him... ]
[ it isn't the way the hand slides down his chest that gets ukai next. it's what asahi says, how completely honest it is and how easily he admits what he does. not only about liking the mark that was left on him, but about wanting to make him feel the same way. it's enough to earn a soft groan as lips against his skin remind him of the mark he'll be looking at every time he's near a mirror. ]
I'm not gonna regret anything. I already like knowing you've left marks on me. [ the admission is quiet, practically breathed out on a sigh as the hand trailing between them moves lower. those fingertips are a distraction from the thoughts of how fond of asahi he is, which is probably good. it keeps him from immediately saying more when he doesn't have any excuses for what might come out of his mouth. enjoying what's being done isn't quite the same as being drunk, after all.
when the hand finally wraps around him, ukai's hips arch up into it as he curls his fingers against the back of asahi's neck. just that small move is enough to make him feel like the wait was worth it, though he knows it's got everything to do with the fact that it's asahi's hand. ] Asahi... [ his name is moaned out as ukai lifts his head slightly so he can glance down, not sure if he just wants to see asahi's face or if he'd like to watch exactly what his hand is doing. ]
[ Excitement flutters in Asahi's belly and, for once, it isn't just the spiked flavor in his usual volatile cocktail of worry and alarm, but the main ingredient. He's got the taste of Ukai's skin on his tongue, the feel of his throat under his teeth, and all he has to do to have it again is lean down and take it. Everything about Ukai says he can, that he'd like it if Asahi did; the way he arches up into the space between them, the hand curved at the back of Asahi's neck, and-- the sound of his name groaned out between them?
It makes Asahi feel in control, even while he's fumbling his way through this-- is his hand too tight? is he moving too slowly? is it okay that he can't decide if he wants to watch Ukai's hips move, or get to work leaving a trail of kiss marks down his abdomen? It's so much better than being drunk. ]
Does that feel good? [ Asahi asks, when he means what can I do better? He hopes it feels good, because just watching Ukai react is getting him embarrassingly worked up again. ] Should I- [ For a wild, impossibly daring second, Asahi can see himself sliding down Ukai's body and using his hand to guide Ukai's dick into his warm, wet mouth-- but he'd have no idea what to do after or if he'd even like doing that, and the thought spirals into impossibility.
Instead, Asahi licks his lips and leans back, glad when Ukai lets him but doesn't let go of him. Opening his fist around Ukai, Asahi spits into his open palm as neatly as he can manage, spreading it over Ukai until he slides easily through the circle of Asahi's hand. ]
i thought i'd replied to this and only just realized i messed up. :( i'm sorry!
[ 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...?
[ Even if the angle is a little strange, keeping the shape of his fist around Ukai is not so different from what Asahi's used to doing for himself. It's easy, in the way all things are with enough practice-- and under any other circumstance he'd be embarrassed to think of what he does with his fist down his pants and a knuckle between his teeth as practice, but there's not enough room for those thoughts when he's wondering if Ukai might get breathless the same way Asahi does when he slows down and tightens on the upstroke, trying to chase the feeling; or if he'll see stars the way Asahi sometimes does if he focuses his attention right at the tip, fast and shallow and almost too good.
Hesitation is barely a hiccup in his stroke-- the unease of not knowing what Ukai likes far outweighed by the possibility of finding out what he does. He's hard again, and part of that is being seventeen and indefatigable, but the greater part of that is the self-serving way Ukai's hips move, shamelessly pushing himself into the circle of Asahi's fist. Really, that's all the convincing Asahi needs.
Heart thrumming in the back of his throat with the way Ukai's body moves, taking note of what makes him gasp and what makes him cringe, Asahi finds his voice. ]
Spitting seemed rude, so I thought-- [ Spurred by the thought, Asahi's tongue darts out to wet his lips. ] I could use my mouth? I think I could-- [ Don't blush. Don't blush! ] Like it? [ At this point its more of a hypothetical, because Asahi doesn't know what to do or how to make it feel good (and maybe that would be a good thing, while Ukai's riding high enough to not care about Asahi's unskilled technique) but honesty has served him pretty well thus far with Ukai. ] But I, ah, also really like this.
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asahi moves in close to him, almost against him again, and the answer he gets almost makes ukai sigh against his lips. he doesn't because the attention to his lip earns another one of those pleasured hums, almost directly into asahi's mouth this time. ]
Mm, I can do that. [ the push works well enough for him and ukai easily gives in to it, shifting until he can lay back against the couch. he's vaguely aware, as he does move, of the fact that he's the only one of them naked despite asahi being the first one to get off. it's something he'll remedy soon, preferably when he's not almost stretched out across his couch while allowing asahi space between his legs.
it's once he's settled into a comfortable position, one that involves propping a cushion between his back and the arm of the couch so he doesn't have to move around again in a couple of minutes, that ukai looks up at asahi again. ] I had you how I wanted you, so just move me if you need to, okay? I don't mind.
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And god. What a view.
Situated with his knees on either side of Ukai's left leg, a similar position to before save for the likelihood of Ukai loosing feeling to his leg, Asahi has quite the view. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, he knows he should be embarrassed. He should have some shame to spare where Ukai apparently has none; either because he's in the comfort of his own home, or because he knows just how good he looks like this. But Asahi can't help the way his eyes roam over Ukai's toned, utterly naked body. He can't help the hunger that rises in him at the sight of Ukai's naked thighs, his pleasantly shaped hipbones, his erection lying flat against his belly, it's natural deviation skewing from the dip of his navel.
Bracing his forearms on either side of Ukai's head, Asahi leans his body into Ukai's, pressing them together from groin to chest. True, he's still got his pants on, but it gives Ukai something to rub against while Asahi pushes his hands into Ukai's hair. ]
You're really hot. [ It doesn't take as much courage as he might have once thought; to say that, to coax the band holding Ukai's hair off his forehead completely out of his hair, to press his mouth earnestly to Ukai's for another kiss. ]
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ukai suspects that getting around to leaving a mark or two will be the cause of another round, though. on asahi's part, at least.
the level of embarrassment should be much higher with the way asahi is looking at him. ukai can't remember the last time anyone's looked at him like this. or if anybody ever has looked at him this way, for that matter. he doesn't know if he should contribute it to how long they've taken or asahi's age or genuine attraction or some combination of the three of them, but whatever the reason for that look, he likes it. it's the kind of thing that has him licking across his bottom lip without much thought, gaze sharp as it remains fixed on asahi's face.
once he leans in, though, and presses against him, that sharpness is gone as ukai's eyes slip shut for a second, the slight friction against bare skin enough to make him rock his hips up against asahi without a second thought. he doesn't open his eyes until fingers are slipping the band out of his hair, the compliment only earning a soft sound in response before that.
and when lips find his again, ukai easily lets his eyes close once more in favor of wrapping an arm around asahi's back while he licks into his mouth, a little more desperate than before thanks to the way he's steadily grinding his hips up to rub himself against asahi. ]
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If Asahi shifted just a little, he could push their dicks together, grind against Ukai through the thin material of his track pants. He wishes he were more than half hard, so he could pull his track pants down and press them together, feel Ukai bucking up against him, bare and needy. It's unbelievable how appealing the thought is...
Maybe if he could just... ]
Ukai- [ Quiet, and Asahi doesn't know why he's almost whispering, beyond the fact that he wants to ask something that doesn't feel like it should be asked loudly. Asahi can feel his breath against the wet press of Ukai's mouth, absently moves a thumb from one of the hands gently cradling either side of Ukai's head to brush the unbleached hair by Ukai's ear. ]
Can I- [ A small bite at his bottom lip, trying for playful because Asahi's starting to understand what Ukai likes-- what makes Ukai squirm and tighten his hands in Asahi's hair. In all honestly, it's just to hide how his face must make it blindingly obvious that he really wants to do it. ] Give you a kiss mark?
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which, he finds, is actually harder to manage now that he's under asahi and he almost feels like he's the one being teased now. there's the press of hips, but hands remain incredibly far above the belt by being in his hair. maybe it's unintentional. or it could be asahi's way of getting back at him for how long their kissing lasted to begin with. ukai can't really blame him if it is.
he's slow to open his eyes again to look at asahi at the sound of his name, his head barely settling back for the sake of not crossing his eyes. ] Yeah?
[ there isn't much need to ask or prompt asahi, but the response is almost a habit. it's soon enough that he gets his response, the bite to his bottom lip enough to make ukai kiss him again before he hears the request against his lips, which curl up into a half grin over it. ]
Mhm. Give me as many as you want. [ it's not as if anyone will question him over the sight of marks, even visible ones on his neck. ]
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Sure, he has things he wants to do-- he's seen as much porn as any other seventeen year old boy-- but that kind of confidence comes with practice, and that's something Asahi hasn't had all that much of. Besides the few awkward fumbles in the locker room, frantic touches that only lasted as long as necessary, this is really the first time Asahi's had a chance to please another person.
After Ukai all but unraveled him in his lap, Asahi really wants to impress him. Or, at the very least, not embarrass himself with his own inexperience. ]
Remember you said that. [ Asahi's smile is probably too genuine, too unreservedly pleased, but he's too busy nipping his way past Ukai's lips and down his jaw to really care. The thought of kissing Ukai until the shape of Asahi's mouth stays bruised on his skin has Asahi rapidly growing uncomfortable in his pants again.
Freed from his bun, Asahi's hair traces along Ukai's skin as he presses open-mouthed kisses down his neck; a tickle compared to the occasional scratch of his beard. Asahi keeps the touch of his teeth against Ukai's throat random, sometimes a feint, and other times a precursor to the press of teeth and a wet, hot tongue. ]
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he lifts a hand to slide his fingers through asahi's hair just for the sake of feeling it between his fingers, not attempting to do anything to stop or guide him in his movement. ]
You're gonna try to make me regret that, aren't you? [ ukai doesn't expect an answer as teeth meet his jaw. what's meant to be a soft laugh ends up a sigh instead, obviously pleased by the attention. and as asahi moves lower, that need for friction increases with every press of lips, whether it ends with teeth or not.
his hand eventually slides to the back of asahi's neck in a conscious effort to stop himself from curling his fingers into it too hard. ] You should know-- [ ukai lets his head rest back to give asahi more access to his throat as he sucks in a breath at the feeling of teeth then tongue against his skin once more. ] --you're gonna drive me crazy like this. In a good way.
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Bartering for time with kisses that easily turn to more, Asahi laves attention in the not so secret space where Ukai's neck meets collarbone, just above where the collars of Ukai's usual t-shirts would easily cover; letting Ukai's sighs and squirms build up his courage. ]
No, I don't want you to regret anything. [ Asahi mumbles, a promise against the mark he's left on Ukai's skin. Propped up on a single forearm, Asahi leaves one hand buried in Ukai's hair and draws the inquiring fingertips of his other hand down. Testing the resistance of Ukai's chest. Exploring the shape of his side. Learning the work of muscle under warm skin as he shifts against Asahi. ] I liked the way your kiss mark looked on me-- [ Its thrilling to have Ukai like this, naked and willing under him. It makes Asahi uninhibited in his own honesty. ] I liked knowing that you put it there-- that's how I want to make you feel.
[ Without the waistband of Ukai's pants to keep his wandering hand in check, Asahi follows the cut of Ukai's hip, taking the push of Ukai's hips as invitation to explore between them. The coarse hair of Ukai's belly, the way his stomach stutters when Asahi's touch drags too light, the way he sounds when Asahi finally wraps a tentative hand around him... ]
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I'm not gonna regret anything. I already like knowing you've left marks on me. [ the admission is quiet, practically breathed out on a sigh as the hand trailing between them moves lower. those fingertips are a distraction from the thoughts of how fond of asahi he is, which is probably good. it keeps him from immediately saying more when he doesn't have any excuses for what might come out of his mouth. enjoying what's being done isn't quite the same as being drunk, after all.
when the hand finally wraps around him, ukai's hips arch up into it as he curls his fingers against the back of asahi's neck. just that small move is enough to make him feel like the wait was worth it, though he knows it's got everything to do with the fact that it's asahi's hand. ] Asahi... [ his name is moaned out as ukai lifts his head slightly so he can glance down, not sure if he just wants to see asahi's face or if he'd like to watch exactly what his hand is doing. ]
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It makes Asahi feel in control, even while he's fumbling his way through this-- is his hand too tight? is he moving too slowly? is it okay that he can't decide if he wants to watch Ukai's hips move, or get to work leaving a trail of kiss marks down his abdomen? It's so much better than being drunk. ]
Does that feel good? [ Asahi asks, when he means what can I do better? He hopes it feels good, because just watching Ukai react is getting him embarrassingly worked up again. ] Should I- [ For a wild, impossibly daring second, Asahi can see himself sliding down Ukai's body and using his hand to guide Ukai's dick into his warm, wet mouth-- but he'd have no idea what to do after or if he'd even like doing that, and the thought spirals into impossibility.
Instead, Asahi licks his lips and leans back, glad when Ukai lets him but doesn't let go of him. Opening his fist around Ukai, Asahi spits into his open palm as neatly as he can manage, spreading it over Ukai until he slides easily through the circle of Asahi's hand. ]
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...?
no worries! we cool we cool [ thumbs up emoji! ]
Hesitation is barely a hiccup in his stroke-- the unease of not knowing what Ukai likes far outweighed by the possibility of finding out what he does. He's hard again, and part of that is being seventeen and indefatigable, but the greater part of that is the self-serving way Ukai's hips move, shamelessly pushing himself into the circle of Asahi's fist. Really, that's all the convincing Asahi needs.
Heart thrumming in the back of his throat with the way Ukai's body moves, taking note of what makes him gasp and what makes him cringe, Asahi finds his voice. ]
Spitting seemed rude, so I thought-- [ Spurred by the thought, Asahi's tongue darts out to wet his lips. ] I could use my mouth? I think I could-- [ Don't blush. Don't blush! ] Like it? [ At this point its more of a hypothetical, because Asahi doesn't know what to do or how to make it feel good (and maybe that would be a good thing, while Ukai's riding high enough to not care about Asahi's unskilled technique) but honesty has served him pretty well thus far with Ukai. ] But I, ah, also really like this.