[ 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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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.