[Part of Wakatoshi wishes he could say that once his dear lover gave him expressed permission, he came and it was nice and blissful and perfect, the end. Except that's just the tip of the iceberg and it doesn't do Sakusa and the literal magic he can create with his mouth any justice.
He doesn't remember the moment his orgasm truly begins or when it ends. Vaguely, he recalls his hips bucking and Sakusa kissing his dick, tongue and lips and all, before his trembling thighs are held down and the rest of his body jolts in protest, at first, then surrenders to the welcoming heat of Sakusa's mouth. He trembles all over, dick pulsing as his hips move up for the last time. Then it's too much and something within him crests, and he lets out a strangled sound, mouth open in a silent scream as he shoots his load and pumps his lover's mouth full.
He collapses back onto his chair, barely aware at that moment that he'd even lifted off of it, a panting and sweat-drenched mess. Though his eyes are halfway open and lifted towards the ceiling, he can't see anything except brilliant dots and the overhead lights. He's out of his mind, half out of his body, with relief flowing through and out of him.
Sometime after the numbness throughout begins to fade, Wakatoshi feels -- rather than sees -- Sakusa peck him and put him away, prompting him to glance down through the bangs plastered to his forehead, sticky with sweat.
Fuck, he's so beautiful.]
Haah...
[Chest still rising and falling so fast that it's downright embarrassing, Wakatoshi averts his gaze, attempts to sit up straighter. (And fails, on both counts.) His hand reaches out, cupping Sakusa's cheek, the thumb stroking across the shine of his lip and over his chin, fond and careful.]
...I did.
[The huskiness of his own voice sounds foreign to him. Nevertheless, he smiles, continues to stroke his lover's cheek.]
Didn't...realize how much I needed that. Thank you, sweetheart...
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He doesn't remember the moment his orgasm truly begins or when it ends. Vaguely, he recalls his hips bucking and Sakusa kissing his dick, tongue and lips and all, before his trembling thighs are held down and the rest of his body jolts in protest, at first, then surrenders to the welcoming heat of Sakusa's mouth. He trembles all over, dick pulsing as his hips move up for the last time. Then it's too much and something within him crests, and he lets out a strangled sound, mouth open in a silent scream as he shoots his load and pumps his lover's mouth full.
He collapses back onto his chair, barely aware at that moment that he'd even lifted off of it, a panting and sweat-drenched mess. Though his eyes are halfway open and lifted towards the ceiling, he can't see anything except brilliant dots and the overhead lights. He's out of his mind, half out of his body, with relief flowing through and out of him.
Sometime after the numbness throughout begins to fade, Wakatoshi feels -- rather than sees -- Sakusa peck him and put him away, prompting him to glance down through the bangs plastered to his forehead, sticky with sweat.
Fuck, he's so beautiful.]
Haah...
[Chest still rising and falling so fast that it's downright embarrassing, Wakatoshi averts his gaze, attempts to sit up straighter. (And fails, on both counts.) His hand reaches out, cupping Sakusa's cheek, the thumb stroking across the shine of his lip and over his chin, fond and careful.]
...I did.
[The huskiness of his own voice sounds foreign to him. Nevertheless, he smiles, continues to stroke his lover's cheek.]
Didn't...realize how much I needed that. Thank you, sweetheart...