Roger that. [ The inflection is almost lazily musical. He's prodding around the edge of roleplay, alluding to the fact that it's Riou who's usually the soldier in an outside context.
As Riou shifts to settle onto the sink, Jyuto looks at the faucet and worries it may get uncomfortable for him. He doesn't know how long it'll take to get all of the milk out— Riou's butt may fall asleep like that. But it isn't as if they're unable to relocate. Dismissing it since Riou himself doesn't seem concerned, he takes a step forward, between the part of Riou's legs. ]
Relax, all right? Let me take care of you. [ Jyuto's eyes pass upward, then back to the juicy chest in front of him. He's not so sure he'll come out of this situation not horny, because he's come to terms with the pointed fetish he's noticed he has in regards to Riou... but that's something he doesn't have to think about yet. Probably shouldn't actually, if Riou doesn't find this scenario as bizarrely erotic as he does. The hands Riou had earlier been ogling fall against the curve of his pecs, Riou's skin tight and smooth. He massages them in gentle, weighted circles, letting his palms lightly graze over the tips of Riou's nipples. Jyuto's taking his time.
After a moment, he leans forward to plant a soft kiss just beneath where Riou's dog tags fall onto his breast, nosing gently into sculpted cleavage. Jyuto's fingers sink into him, and he carefully kneads the areola of his left nipple, cheek turning to watch the milk surface and drip. He can feel Riou's heart beating against his ear, his own breathing quiet and controlled. ]
[ Riou certainly didn't come over with the intention of anything erotic. He was confused and felt off, but he wasn't lying with what he said from the very beginning- everything on his chest feels very sensitive right now. So each and every touch and his own strange affection for feeding Jyuto apparently stretching to by any means possible means is combining into a very strange, but pleasant experience as Jyuto begins the process. Or well, a process. Riou is already certain that this is not business-like in any manner from Jyuto's end either, with the delicate and savoring way he's acting.
The ball of his Adam's apple bobs up and down in his throat with a heavy swallow as Jyuto kisses his chest, both in anticipation and constraint. He takes a deep breath to try to relax as instructed after that, but how is he supposed to relax when Jyuto's touching him like that, making his heart beat faster and eliciting a soft grunt from his throat. The white liquid begins seeping out more steadily the longer Jyuto works on it, dribbling down Riou's chest. It forms a trail of white behind the first large droplet that traces up and down each bump of his well-sculpted muscles. The soldier seems to be inattentive to the mess he's making, however, so that mess is on Jyuto's plate rather than his. If Jyuto doesn't stop it, it will reach and wet the top of his pants. His blue eyes have closed, his hands have leaned back to area beside the sink's handles, almost as if he's trying to support himself a little better on the sink... or perhaps grip and attempt not to lean forward too heavily into Jyuto's touch, because he is on the sink.
Riou's never felt like restlessly squirming before, even under a touch. It's a very strange sensation, one he isn't familiar with, but he can't help but want to feel more. What isn't uncommon for him, however, is his desire to share that information. ]
[ The stream that glides down Riou’s skin is alluring, in all its strangeness, its misplacement. It doesn’t really matter now, why it’s here. It’s Jyuto’s responsibility to help him.
Jyuto lets the milk trail out and down, entranced by the sight of it until he realizes it’s going to get on Riou’s pants. In response, he lowers himself, his cheek still against Riou’s body, but now on his diaphragm, just beside his upper ribs. He hums thoughtfully, easing the pressure he’s applied to Riou’s nipple and then turns his head to lick follow the trail upward, collecting the wet streak on the flat of his pink tongue until he’s back at the areola, near his hand.
He doesn’t know if there’s any point in trying to keep what he’s doing neat and clean. That’s why they moved to the bathroom, isn’t it? He squeezes the same tit again, this time harder than before so that the milk gushes out with more force. He doesn’t care so much about where it falls anymore. It’s all over his fingers and hand now, and he looks at the other nipple in his other, kneading it down with similar pressure so that it does the same. ]
It feels good, does it? [ A brush of his breath against supple skin in an unvoiced laugh, Jyuto smirks and unveils his own sadistic mischief. He takes the leaking bud of Riou’s nipple between teeth, tugging on it gently and then swivels his tongue around the ring to mop up the mess he’s made of it.
Cute, he thinks. He knows that Riou’s likely trying to keep himself together by how he swallows, but Jyuto feels testy, like he wants to see how far he can push the envelope until Riou can’t stand it. He sighs pleasantly, feigning innocence in his intent, that he doesn’t know what he’s doing. His head shifts to switch to the other tit, to suckle on it and have more sweetness fill his mouth. Dark brown bangs tickle Riou’s chest. Jyuto looks up at him while he laves his tongue over him again, just before his mouth pulls off of Riou’s skin with a light sound, a pop of suction from being released. He tilts his head back, a flash of white throat when he swallows. ]
Riou.
[ There’s absolutely no reason for him to behave this way. He isn’t under Iris, he just wants to see Riou come undone in his hands. ]
[ Riou can already feel himself reacting to this treatment in a way that he should probably feel some shame about. If he didn't legitimately need Jyuto's help to get this milk out (somehow the idea of doing this himself even now that he knows what it is seems more awkward than letting Jyuto do it, even to Riou) he would by now be pushing forward to try to be the one to pin Jyuto to the wall and lavish him with attention until Jyuto wanted him to give into his instincts again. It's a surprising realization giving there is no moon to blame that desire on right now... but he genuinely does need this done, and genuinely wants Jyuto to be the one to do it, so Riou has to behave.
Controlling himself is a challenge, though, as he watches Jyuto lap up the stray milk as if he intends to keep the place clean, then immediately squeeze him to make a mess. Riou grits his teeth in his effort not to make it too obvious that he's getting turned on, tilting his head back for a brief moment before Jyuto calls his name again, forcing his gaze back on the scene he can both see and feel unfolding on his chest. At some point, he's not even sure when, his right hand found its way to the bottom of Jyuto's hair at the back of his neck, holding onto Jyuto as a means to try to keep it together. He needs to be upfront about this. ]
Jyuto, there is no moon in the sky. With that in mind, if you keep this up I cannot guarantee that I won't try to fill you with more than milk.
[ That's about as together as Riou can manage to be to make sure that Jyuto knows exactly what he wants to break his stoic control and do right now. It's not just an Iris thing-- this is not something he ever thought he would be turned on by, but it is taking every ounce of willpower he has right now not to hop back off this sink and turn the tables. ]
[ Jyuto looks up at Riou when the hand brushes and settles against the back of his neck. He slurps noisily on Riou’s dripping tit again, two eyes gleaming with certain danger. His plot is working. He’s provoked something out, completely invited it, and so he pulls back his lips open mouthed so that Riou can see him swirl his tongue around the nipple after giving the mound of his chest another hard squeeze. Milk pools in his mouth, fills the gap behind his lower incisors beneath his tongue. He only closes his lips to swallow.
Like a spider admiring its own work, he knows that he’s crafted an erotic display for only Riou to see. Eye contact is held when he's spoken to, but then drifts away after Riou implies he wants to take him. Jyuto avoids answering, avoids acknowledgements though the words sit with him and make him horny. He keeps tending to him. He switches nipples again, kissing the side of it and then tilting his head back so his chin grazes Riou’s skin in wait. He digs his thumb deep into muscle and flesh so that milk gushes out of the bud with enough force to be caught in his open mouth. ]
Mm… [ Jyuto knows very well what he’s doing, it’s in his eyes, in the timbre of the noise he’s making. Still, he doesn’t speak or even outwardly acknowledge what Riou said beyond that eye contact from before. He just drinks and revels in the taste of him. ]
[ Something about the slurping is simultaneously something that Riou wants to scold Jyuto for because you shouldn't slurp your drink, and something that Riou can't help but find incredibly lewd. He can't help but flush at how he's already erect just from being sucked on like this, being made a mess of saliva and sweet milk dripping down his chest and Jyuto's face and hands. Somehow Jyuto not responding to his words and instead keeping the focus on driving him absolutely up a wall both unsettles him and makes him want even more. He's not been given orders, so he's not being disobedient, but he's not got a direction he's supposed to go with this either. At that gushing blow, Riou has to close his eyes for a moment, a held in moan finally parting his lips as he's squeezed like a sports bottle into Jyuto's mouth.
Riou's patience wears a little thin after that and he pushes forward against Jyuto so he can slip off of the sink. The hand at the back of Jyuto's neck holds the man against his chest so his mouth fills up in a way that threatens to gush out of the side of his mouth before the soldier releases him, and apparently only does so to reach down to start undoing his pants. It's a swift, militant motion that he does it in, and his arousal bounces once when it pops out, hard already. If Jyuto doesn't say anything, he's going to push him back to the opposite wall, hands on either side of his head to trap him against it, chest still exposed and wanting, willing, ready to continue being milked. ]
[ Jyuto moans back against areola in the heated moment, milk falling down his chin when Riou bumps further into him. His eyes flicker down to watch Riou’s length bob out of its confines, and Jyuto’s cold teeth are felt smiling when he sees it. Ah, there it is; as thick and appetizingly swollen a it'd been written into his body, before. A full chest presses into Jyuto's nose, making him have to open his mouth for breath around the nipple he’d been sucking on. So cute. Look at how badly Riou wants him to keep going. He’s really getting into this, isn’t he?
Jyuto feels his own pants tented, and he rows his hands against Riou’s pecs once more, sinking his hands into muscle that’s somehow more doughy than firm. Milk flows freely through his fingers. After he’s pinned to the wall, he looks up at Riou’s face through the bars made by sculpted arms. He holds gazes in utter silence, an calculated and unreadable expression behind his eyes. The urge to bite down on his bottom lip is stifled (he can't give Riou and tells), and he merely thumbs at Riou’s tender, flushed and rosy nipples, rubbing them in their wetness.
As much as Jyuto wants to get on his knees and fill his head with Riou’s cock, he doesn’t. He can’t let Riou know he wants him back just as much yet, because more than that, he has to see where this will go if he leaves Riou to his own passion. With no denial, no direction. Only Jyuto’s sadistic curiosity. ]
[ The problem with Jyuto's logic is that it's ignoring one key fact: Riou has a task that is intended to be completed right now, and that's to let Jyuto milk him until he's back to normal. While he's certainly got other things on his mind since then, Riou is very task-oriented, which is what's causing a lot of this hesitation. They're there for a purpose right now, as much as Riou wants more and it's becoming so painfully obvious (and painfully hard) that it's strongly combating his desire to complete the task before him. He wants Jyuto to milk more than his chest at this point, but Jyuto isn't giving him much to go on besides the desperately erotic display he's been performing on his swollen pectorals.
He turns his gaze down to look for physical clues. Jyuto may be thinking of using his mouth, but Riou's mind goes to something else the second he recognizes that Jyuto's own pants are on a more substantial camping trip than the soldier's been on lately. Hmm.. Riou leans down the short distance to reach Jyuto's lips, tasting his own milk on the man's tongue as he delves his own forward. He wants him, moon or not.
If Jyuto returns the kiss, that will tell him everything he needs to know, and the second he feels Jyuto return the kiss, he'll reach down to unzip and unbutton the other man's trousers. He won't push Jyuto's pants fully down, too eager to really worry about the details- they've already made a mess, what's the point in preserving his pants? No, Riou pushes his cock against Jyuto's the second it's out, wrapping one large hand around both of them together. ]
I'm not the only one in need of milking. I'll take care of this one.
[ It’s what Jyuto had wanted, for Riou to come to him first. Delighted, Jyuto kisses him back with a muffled noise and grips onto Riou’s tits with one long, last squeeze his thumbs and index fingers. The swell of muscle before him seems nearly back down to the size he remembers, his hands a mess of milk that gushes and drips down onto the dicks that Riou’s taking in his grasp. There’s still so much to grope that Jyuto smears his wet palms over Riou’s chest, admiring the contrast of color only briefly before the kiss on his mouth intensifies. His tongue is caught in a horny tangle. He hears a smooch of lip when Riou pulls back to talk to him, and his eyes creak open, not even having realized they’d been closed somewhere along the way. Jyuto feels dizzy, like what they’re doing may not actually be happening. It feels like a dirty dream more than anything. ]
Please, do return the favor—… haa… I like it when you touch me. [ Riou hasn’t done anything like this with him since December. Eager for more of him, he lifts his hips so that he grinds his length into the clutch of Riou’s hand and cock, sighing hotly through bitten teeth and sliding a hand up to bundle Riou’s dog tags in his fist. He rocks hungrily, watching streaks of white glisten and fall down the slats of Riou’s abs. ]
[ The long squeeze has Riou's lips parting soundlessly, his eyes closing as he holds his breath. It feels so much better now than it had- normal, and yet not. The treatment to his body has left him tender, sensitive. There's a rush, and not just the chroma or the incredibly desire flowing through his body right now without the assistance of a moon's influence.
Riou thinks that after this is normal, he'd like to kiss Jyuto without anything's influence. Just to prove to both of them that this feeling isn't something created by anything supernatural. He can feel it inside him that he wouldn't come to anyone else for something like this. He came to Jyuto because he trusts him, because he cares and he knows that no matter what happens, Jyuto would care for him no matter what it meant doing, without judgment. He's very glad that he joined Mad Trigger Crew.
Right now, he thinks he'll do his best to show that to Jyuto physically, to let him know that they're in this together and he wants to be in this together. Riou leans down again to bite at Jyuto's lip himself, entreating him to stop biting his own lip, to give himself over to Riou so that the younger man can taste him yet again. If Jyuto relents, he'll double back and seize his mouth once more, his hand moving over both of their cocks together, pressing them against each other firmly as he too thrusts into it. This leaves the soldier a free hand.
Idle hands are the devil's playthings, so Riou takes it upon himself to solve that by sliding his hand down the back of Jyuto's loosened pants, fingers tracing the crevace of his ass and gently running over the entrance. He doesn't have anything resembling lubricant, so he's going to simply tease Jyuto with this for now-- a fingertip here, a squeeze there. He wants more, but he'll satisfy himself with satisfying Jyuto. ]
[ Jyuto hangs onto Riou’s dog tags like the reins of a horse’s bridle. He can sense both his and Riou’s body temperatures rising in the enclosed space of the bathroom, the moan that passes through him and into Riou’s mouth reverberating faintly off tile surroundings. Just frotting with Riou feels electric, and Jyuto bucks his hips in answer to Riou gratifying himself against him.
The wrist against his ass cheek comes as a surprise. He feels thick fingers dipping past the part of his rear, teasing the hole that’s tucked between. Riou’s already thinking about that part of him? Jyuto’s flattered and turned on, arching his back and flexing the entrance around the touch. Beads of sweat begin to form on his neck, and there’s a vague thought that they don’t have lube on hand, mind somewhat in similar vein to Riou’s. Jyuto’s usual bottle is in the drawer of his bedside table. What is in here though is some lavender scented massage gel, a body oil he only really rubs himself down with after a stressful day. It isn’t a secret that Jyuto’s the most physically vain of MAD TRIGGER CREW, so the fact that he has these kinds of things laying around his bathroom ought to not come as a shocker. ]
Left cabinet above the sink. [ Jyuto says, without specifying what it is that’s there. He leans forward to suckle on Riou’s tits again, hands grazing over the surface of his skin and groping his ass, too. ]
[ Riou's dog tags are important to him- a part of his identity. Though Riou can physically overpower Jyuto any time he wants, even if he had permission, he won't risk breaking them. In a sense, the way that Jyuto is holding them really is a restraint unlike any other Jyuto could place on him, and one that Riou trusts him to hold.
It does, however, make it harder for Riou to move, so his hand moves away from the other man's finger, instead groping his lower cheek to pull Jyuto along with him closer to the cabinet. As he does it, he chases Jyuto's lips with his own, pulling him back up from an attempt to reclaim his lips. By keeping the two of them pulled together, it's easier to maneuver, but he can't help but want to be the one to taste Jyuto now. Once close enough, that hand on Jyuto's ass reaches out to fumble around to open the cabinet and claim whatever it is that Jyuto's telling him to fetch. He turns his eyes up and away from Jyuto to see what it is he's grabbing for when he feels more than one item in the cabinet, at least one item getting knocked down and onto the sink before he draws his attention away from Jyuto long enough to actually look for what it was he sought.
Spotting the massage oil among the mess he made, he grabs it and slathers both hands in it before returning them to their places. The hand on their cocks now slicker, it makes a lewd, slippery sound as he moves his hand over them, faster than before now. Behind Jyuto, his hand returns to his entrance and he pushes a slicked finger inside. There's a low hum against Jyuto's lips as he feels warmth envelop his knuckles. He loves how Jyuto feels, and differently now than when he's automatically wet. He wants him so badly now, which requires patience not to hurt him when Iris moon isn't out. ]
nnh— [ The massage oil is cold on Riou’s finger, and as it slips further into him, one joint after the other, he sighs against the other man’s mouth and arches his back. He shifts onto Riou, kissing him and letting his walls relax so that he can take him up to the last knuckle.
The faint scent of lavender rises in the air. His cock is spoiled by the warmth of Riou’s wet hand squeezing them together and pumping up and down. He suckles on Riou’s tongue and moans back to him, wanting him to know that he likes it. A hand rises to steady himself, holding onto Riou’s shoulder. Once he’s stable enough, he starts to sway his hips, see-sawing and grinding himself into Riou’s cock on the forward push and then sitting back into the finger in his ass so that it fucks him. It’s slower and more subtle at first, but once he’s memorized where everything’s positioned, he finally breaks the prolonged kiss they’ve shared to gaze up at Riou, feverish and licking his bottom like he’s just fed.
Jyuto doesn’t think he has to say anything for Riou to know how much he’s enjoying this; he can see it for himself, and see that he still isn’t satisfied despite the pleasure coursing through his blood. ]
[ This is the most relaxed Riou has ever been when his cock is hard. The scent of lavender filling his nostrils is a unique experience. The most he usually does with the scent is to make drinks with fresh buds, but right now the only bud he's interested in is the one his finger is inside right now. As soon as it feels as though Jyuto is ready for another, he adds another, and almost forgets to repeat with three as Jyuto starts thrusting against him.
The redhead can't help but move his hips against Jyuto's in return so their hips meet and their cocks slick wetly against each other. When the kiss breaks, he lets out a soft gasp, them a low, pleasured hum in his throat to express his approval. Riou's not a man of many words, but right now he finds he wants Jyuto to know that he's enjoying it just as much, even if he's not good at saying as much. And so he hums, both an intentional effort and far too easy to give into.
...That expression on Jyuto's face is too much. ]
Tell me you're ready.
[ Despite that Riou isn't usually the one giving orders, he is now, and yet the tone drips with more than a hint of desperation. He wants to fuck Jyuto already. He wants Jyuto to tell him he's ready, to tell him he can turn him around and take him. ]
[ Jyuto has to slow his rhythm so that he doesn’t get too carried away. His hole has loosened considerably around Riou’s fingers, taking the three of them with attained ease when he rocks back. His breath is shallow, he closes parted lips to wet his mouth. Neither of them want to come like this, do they? The riding stops.
Jyuto gets similarly lost in Riou’s expression. Even if they’d been led here by an alien situation, now that the remaining milk is out off the table, they’ve run out of excuses to blame this on. This’ll be the first time Riou’s had sex with him outside of a moon cycle. The weight of the two blue eyes that stare back at him seem to realize that. Jyuto knows that if he thinks about this too long he might get more shy about how certain he is that he wants this to continue. He wants this with Riou, and he can’t hold his gaze anymore. Looking down, he twists and twirls the silver tags he’d held earlier around his finger tips. But realizing it’s important he look at him, Jyuto meets Riou’s eyes once again before: ]
Come fuck me. [ He says. The dog tags drop with a clink, and Jyuto rakes his long fingers through the sides of sand red hair, curling in it and settling still. A mischievous smile belatedly touches his lips. He knows he’s said something dirty, and he’s said it with confidence. The glimmer in his eyes isn’t so different than another certain cheeky ferocity displayed in rap verse, the same as after he’s spit a particularly explicit line. He’s owning his invitation, because he wants Riou just as badly. ]
[ It takes neither passion of Iris nor being told twice for Riou to immediately listen. Halfway through the word "fuck" (a frisson down his spine- why does Jyuto cursing have such a fiery effect on him?) his fingers are already pulled out, wetness dampening Jyuto's sleeve as he pushes him back against the wall.
He almost turns him around, but chooses not to this time. ]
You've got a good look in your eyes.
[ He wants to see it while they do this. He wants to watch Jyuto's expression as he slowly surrenders that control he's so fond of at all times. And so Riou releases Jyuto with both hands, freeing up both of their cocks but only do that Riou can reach around his back side and lift him up by his ass with both hands. For a moment he simply spreads the officer's cheeks, massaging the flesh where he supports the man so it's an even harsher squeeze than normal, then he leans forward to press his body weight against Jyuto for support, so he can use one hand to guide his slicked, throbbing meat to the entrance he'd prepared for it. As if to penetrate him twice at the same time, he plunges his tongue into that flithy, dirty talking mouth at the same time he behind to tuck his cock into his ass, somehow much tighter, more dangerously hot right now than under the Iris moon. Or maybe that's just enthusiasm for knowing Jyuto wants him outside of a moon. Riou is popular during moons, but not usually outside of them. This is meaningful on many levels to him.
... Though perhaps most meaningful in his pelvis right now, the way he thrusts into him the first time like it is still Iris without thinking, because he really does want nothing but Jyuto right now. ]
[ Riou likes his confidence, does he? Jyuto only feels more proud of his dirtiness anticipating and welcoming Riou as he asserts himself over him. The motion of hoisting Jyuto up does, however, make his grin flicker with nervousness, the mere action of his feet having to come off the floor filling him with momentary uncertainty. Then, excitement. He’s left with but little alternative other than to butterfly his thighs apart for Riou, accommodating the new position he’s decided upon and trying to relax himself as Riou fits him onto his cock.
Jyuto bites his lip and groans, flexing the opening so that he practically falls deeper against Riou’s hilt, the tip of it dug so far in that Jyuto feels stretched and full. He has to trust Riou to support his weight, and he tries to keep his breaths even, from hitching. His arms reach and drape over the bends of Riou’s broad, muscular shoulders. Jyuto invites the open mouth against his own, letting Riou explore him and take whatever he wants. Mind, body, whatever.
His dress shirt is so annoying now. The thin fabric clings to his back where he’s become sweaty, and his necktie feels so tight it could strangle him. ]
Riou… [ Jyuto sighs his name around Riou’s tongue, hoping he’ll read his mind. He wants his clothes off. His legs wrap hungrily around Riou’s waist, heels sinking into the firm mounds of his glutes. ]
[ He likes Jyuto's confidence a lot. It's attractive. Sexual, and not simply because the words he speaks are sexual in nature, but because he adores how Jyuto always knows what he wants and takes it. But he has to admit that there is some appeal to seeing that falter for a brief moment before returning. Not because of the loss, but because it was immediately regained-- because despite that this situation makes him vulnerable, he has confidence in Riou enough that it doesn't take away from anything, but adds to it. The little reminder leaves Riou all the more excited, and he can't help but move his mouth down to Jyuto's throat, dragging his tongue down his jugular until he runs into his shirt.
He doesn't have free hands, needing to support Jyuto's body with them right now, but he can use his teeth. That's how he tugs at the tie, pulling it until it's loose, at least until he can get in there enough to lap at his tongue. He wants more though. Riou's chest may be exposed, but he's finding that it was a Mistake to leave Jyuto covered. He wants to touch his chest to his, to feel his body heat with no fabric in between.
Riou presses himself forward again, his hilt buried deep inside of Jyuto, and uses his hips to pin him to the wall, his legs and lower body trying to support him more so he can free up at least one hand. He fumbles with the buttons a second later, then his impatience ultimately gets to him long before Jyuto can say anything but his name.
And so, we say goodbye to Jyuto's shirt. The buttons pop off as Riou uses those ridiculous, superhero-esque muscles muscles to flat-out tear Jyuto's shirt open at the buttons instead of calmly unbuttoning them. His jacket and shirt still aren't off, but his chest is exposed, and that's more than enough. Riou moves that hand underneath the fabric to touch him, thumb crossing his nipple before moving down to his side as his hips thrust upward, starting a slow pump into the older man's body. ]
[ It’s as if they’d had some kind of mind link or simply as if their desires are overlapping. Either or, Jyuto’s satisfied. The knot of the tie unravels with a whir and Jyuto’s Adam’s apple dips in his throat, against Riou’s tongue. He smiles and lifts his chin when he can feel Riou nipping and licking at his neck, and he closes his eyes with a staggered breath to keep himself from falling down too far on Riou’s dick as he comes for his dress shirt. Attempting to create some leverage to avoid it, Jyuto reaches back behind himself with one arm, exposed forearm (from sleeves he’d rolled up while playing with Riou’s chest) pressed to tile and fingers splayed. Gravity makes him struggle, though, and just when he’d thought there’d been no way to take any more cock, his weight when unsupported sinks further, until he’s stretched apart farther than he ever imagined possible.
The sensation overwhelms him and makes his toes curl. He yelps like a dog who’s had its paw stepped on, wincing and digging fingernails into Riou’s sweaty back. He knows that he’s going to pay for this tonight and tomorrow, that he’ll be walking strangely when Riou’s finished with him. He fights to keep himself from clenching. Jyuto swivels his rim on Riou’s shaft while trying to find a comfortable way to sit on it only to find that there isn’t one. All the motion does is gradually normalize the feeling of having all of Riou’s length buried in him, accustom him to its full shape when he hasn’t the Iris benefits to hide behind.
Riou moves in on him forcefully, fabric torn. Jyuto’s mouth opens in violated protest, dumbfounded by the plastic buttons that fall to the ground. He tries to find words to scold Riou with, but he can’t. He’s too stupidly turned on by how rough Riou’s getting with him, how he grazes a nipple and reaches to take his hips again. Jyuto only sighs hotly in response, an unvoiced masochistic laugh all that leaves him when his frame gets jostled up into the wall with a bobble. His abdomen absorbs the shock of Riou’s initial thrusts, and Jyuto laces his arms around Riou’s shoulders again to take them properly. Obeying Riou’s physical demands, Jyuto spreads his legs further apart to display himself, the bathroom light causing sweat to gleam lewdly in the crevices of faintly outlined muscle beneath the taut, unmarred skin of his stomach. ]
[ Riou should probably be more mindful of Jyuto's comfort, but the way that he falls further on his cock each and every time Riou's movements stray from properly supporting him is a little too good. He scolds himself for the little yelp that Jyuto lets out though, his licks and harsh movements turning softer. Gentle, warm kisses are pressed to his neck now as if in an apology that can't escape his own wanton desperation.
Both their chests now free, Jyuto will likely feel the stickiness of Riou's chest against his own. Saliva and residual sweetness make for a sheen that only serves to emphasize every curve of Riou's voluptuous musculature. He finally moves his hand back down to Jyuto's ass to lift him up more effectively with what seems just shy of a quick toss, not high enough for his cock to fall out, but enough that Jyuto's not skewered on it like a sexy kabob.
Fully and comfortably supported now, Riou uses his reaffirmed grip to spread Jyuto's asshole wider for a moment before he moves his hips at a firm, steady pace. Until he realizes a few seconds after that Jyuto asked him if he wanted him, something that Riou had thought was really, painfully obvious at this point, and he looks a little taken aback when he lifts his head to look him in the eyes and give him a small but sure smile. ]
Yes. I'll be clearer next time.
[ He should've said it from the start. Perhaps he'll make sure to inform Jyuto of it whenever he thinks such a thing from now on, just to make sure he knows. He definitely, definitely wants Jyuto. Riou moves his lips back to Jyuto's to kiss him softly, affectionately this time instead of the rougher ministrations he's been giving. Despite this, he can't find it in him to stop his hips from thrusting up into Jyuto, from trying to find that spot inside of him that'll make Jyuto arch his back like a cat instead of a rabbit. ]
[ A moment of physical relief, when Riou hoists him up higher with a small bounce. The stretch Jyuto feels from the circumference now isn’t anything that he can’t handle or adjust to, having been nearly split in half by the length. Luckily he enjoys the feeling of tightness, an inevitability that comes particularly alongside having sex with Riou, he’s come to learn. His tempted hand is drifting down to squeeze Riou’s left pec because it catches his attention. He wonders if it’s still doughy from before, if there’s any milk left. Jyuto firmly sinks his fingers into juicy skin, hoping that he can sip on his tits again should any more of it come forth.
It’s in this moment that Riou answers him, distracting him from his carnivorous sex drive. What Riou says is so sincere and so certain that Jyuto almost feels guilty for desecrating it with his slutty behavior. He rides the thrusts, letting them roll into him one after another without saying anything. Thighs narrow together so that he can gracefully fold his legs around Riou’s lower back again, locking his ankles one over the other against his tailbone. They’d been jostled and then splayed, but now he feels extremely full-hearted, and he needs Riou to know that his sentiments are both respected and well-received. He needs to know that Jyuto wants him, too.
He hums quietly against the kiss on his mouth, a devil that’s been pacified. His head is lighter, filled with fluff and Riou and Riou’s cute little smile. The cock he’s taking hits him at slightly different angles with each thrust, and after it hits the place Riou wants it to, nailing gold, Jyuto’s body quivers and his voice slips out of him, sweet and involuntarily. ]
mf, ah…— Right there, Riou… more… [ He creaks his eyes open to watch Riou as he fucks him, the inner edges of his eyebrows bowing upward and showing just a flicker of submission. He pants, lifting his hips to churn back down on Riou’s length, leaning forward so that his bare chest is against Riou’s. Nipples drag against skin. ]
[ Riou is nothing if not a man who follows orders to a tee, and that means that after Jyuto tells him exactly where he wants it and Riou almost secures his grip as if he's locking into that spot. To avoid becoming predictable though, he makes sure to vary his stroke lengths. Long and slow, then rapid thrusts the second before it would've been too torturous, then back to a steady pace. Anything Jyuto tells him he wants, though, he'll get. Outside of Riou's penchant for taking directions, more than anything he wants Jyuto to feel as amazing as being inside of him makes the soldier feel.
He's not in heat, but the desire and need roiling inside of him might as well have been. This is purely Jyuto making him feel this way, and the way that Jyuto seems to be letting some kind of wall melt for him is too much. Rather than just desire, he feels warmth in the way that Jyuto finds a way to surround him, the way his voice cracks and he watches him. Riou's eyes are open too, looking into Jyuto's. A bit of milk leaks against Jyuto's chest pressed against his, slicking the both of their chests against each other and all but ruining the fabric still hanging off of Jyuto's shoulders as if the buttons being torn off wasn't enough of a mess. ]
Jyuto.. Jyuto...
[ He pants the other's name as he lowers his mouth to his neck again, running his tongue from the edge of the torn fabric all the way up his neck to his ear. He's close, but he won't let himself stop until Jyuto is ready. ]
[ So tight, so tight. The difference in the thrusts leave Jyuto on the edge of a release, almost pushing him past but then letting him sit on the prick of it. It’s torturous, but in the best sort of way. The fat head of Riou’s dick hammers deep into a certain bundle of nerves, not quite enough but so close, and Jyuto huffs shakily, whining behind a bitten lip. He wants to cum. Riou can probably see it in the green pools of his eyes. Where Riou licks him, Jyuto elongates his throat and exposes it to the side. His head rests against the space between Riou’s shoulder and neck, two arms winding around him to keep him close to him in embrace as he’s taken.
It’s odd. Jyuto isn’t typically the overtly affectionate or cuddly type, but he likes hearing Riou’s voice in his ear, saying his name. He likes how safe he feels when he entrusts himself to Riou in even the most literal sense— no fear of being dropped by the powerful arms that hoist him up and on the wall.
Jyuto cries out with pleasure each time his weight falls on Riou’s length, broken in by it. The sounds are quieter at first upon initial shyness, but then louder and more unabashed when Jyuto finally lowers the walls for Riou to see him again. This time there aren’t rabbit ears atop his head, slightly curled or bobbing up and down with every buck of Riou’s hips, but the expression once reflected in a dark, off television screen is there again, now face front and up close. Jostled harder, Jyuto’s own cock, erect and full of blood, lolls to and fro with every shove. With his shirt fluttering, he tries not to look away when he finally climaxes. His vision floods white with blindspots and his body locks up in spasm. He sinks his fingers into Riou’s skin, holding onto him because he feels like he might leave his body if he doesn’t. ]
haa…, fuck! [ It feels so good when it hits, he almost laughs. He tosses his head like a horse, even though he’s supposed to be the rabbit of the group. He fucks like one, anyway. There’s a hot splash of cum on Riou’s slatted abs when he ejaculates, and his sphincters constrict and throb with ecstasy. He doesn’t want Riou to stop though, and he moves in to kiss him, full of bliss and happy with his orgasm. He lets go of the shoulder blades he’d hooked into, reaching back to the part of his ass to spread it so that Riou can finish fucking him until he cums, too. His body is throbbing too hard for him to think up something clever or sexy to say now. He’s panting like an animal, satisfied and euphoric, the softness in his eyes lost to physical elation and eager for Riou to join him in the wash. His rim twitches around the barrel of Riou’s sloppy cock, nothing at all like it’d been before when it’d just been fingers in him. ]
[ It's a height of ecstasy making Jyuto cum first. It should be a selfless act, putting your lover first and foremost, but Riou finds that the rewards are all too great. Feeling the officer squeeze and contract around him sends flashes of light across the back of his eyes, and he clenches his abdomen as his pace picks up after that. It's as if he's determined not to give Jyuto any reprieve, to keep pounding against his prostate as if it's going out of style and he wants to milk the last juicy bit of cum out of him.
(Which is objectively funny, considering who was milking who today.)
He goes harder than he had the entire time for a few moments, his girth almost jackhammering in and out of Jyuto's pert hole until he finds his fingers clenched into the flesh on Jyuto's hips tightly enough that some of his skin pushes between his fingers and slams his hips fully inside of Jyuto without thinking to fill him to the brim with the seed of this soldier. A deep groan rumbles in his throat behind gritted teeth before he parts his lips again to let out a moan that ends in what's almost a sigh of relief. ]
Hhh---NNN... Ahh..!
[ And he holds Jyuto there, as if refusing to let his cock unplug him because he wants Jyuto to feel exactly what it feels like to be pumped full of his cum without relief, resting his bangs against the cop's neck where he'd just been licking. ]
[ He’s never been taken so violently, before. The salty taste of Riou’s sweat is on his lips. Jyuto feels like a rag doll on Riou’s dick, made to be thrust into and there to catch his load. He helps Riou finish, albeit clumsily, riding the aggressive pace to the best of his ability. The orgasm he’s having keeps rolling through him, pleasurable waves flooding down his calves to his toes. Jyuto keeps whining and moaning like an animal being mated, having forgotten his manners or typical cautiousness over being overheard. The secret is out— that he doesn’t need Iris to behave this way. Iris is just an excuse: he really enjoys having Riou fuck him.
Skin smacks into skin. Riou’s scrotum is heavy and full. It swings into the back of Jyuto’s buttcheeks when he blows his load in him, and Jyuto lets out a squeal of delight when it happens, back arching the way Riou had wanted it to, before. His asshole flexes around the shaft as Riou stays buried in it, but even in relaxing himself, there isn’t enough space left for the cum to come dribbling back down Riou’s hilt. His breath is ragged, and it only becomes a little quieter when he remembers to close his mouth and rewet a tongue that’d become dry in making so much noise. Then it parts. He’s panting again. ]
haa… haa… [ Jyuto slinkies his hips down, squeezing and flexing so that his walls wring Riou’s dick out. ] Mmn, don’t take it out yet, Riou… I like how it feels in there. [ His voice is at a hushed volume, perhaps having finally realized he got loud. The texture is husky, the pitch dipping like a beg. ]
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As Riou shifts to settle onto the sink, Jyuto looks at the faucet and worries it may get uncomfortable for him. He doesn't know how long it'll take to get all of the milk out— Riou's butt may fall asleep like that. But it isn't as if they're unable to relocate. Dismissing it since Riou himself doesn't seem concerned, he takes a step forward, between the part of Riou's legs. ]
Relax, all right? Let me take care of you. [ Jyuto's eyes pass upward, then back to the juicy chest in front of him. He's not so sure he'll come out of this situation not horny, because he's come to terms with the pointed fetish he's noticed he has in regards to Riou... but that's something he doesn't have to think about yet. Probably shouldn't actually, if Riou doesn't find this scenario as bizarrely erotic as he does. The hands Riou had earlier been ogling fall against the curve of his pecs, Riou's skin tight and smooth. He massages them in gentle, weighted circles, letting his palms lightly graze over the tips of Riou's nipples. Jyuto's taking his time.
After a moment, he leans forward to plant a soft kiss just beneath where Riou's dog tags fall onto his breast, nosing gently into sculpted cleavage. Jyuto's fingers sink into him, and he carefully kneads the areola of his left nipple, cheek turning to watch the milk surface and drip. He can feel Riou's heart beating against his ear, his own breathing quiet and controlled. ]
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The ball of his Adam's apple bobs up and down in his throat with a heavy swallow as Jyuto kisses his chest, both in anticipation and constraint. He takes a deep breath to try to relax as instructed after that, but how is he supposed to relax when Jyuto's touching him like that, making his heart beat faster and eliciting a soft grunt from his throat. The white liquid begins seeping out more steadily the longer Jyuto works on it, dribbling down Riou's chest. It forms a trail of white behind the first large droplet that traces up and down each bump of his well-sculpted muscles. The soldier seems to be inattentive to the mess he's making, however, so that mess is on Jyuto's plate rather than his. If Jyuto doesn't stop it, it will reach and wet the top of his pants. His blue eyes have closed, his hands have leaned back to area beside the sink's handles, almost as if he's trying to support himself a little better on the sink... or perhaps grip and attempt not to lean forward too heavily into Jyuto's touch, because he is on the sink.
Riou's never felt like restlessly squirming before, even under a touch. It's a very strange sensation, one he isn't familiar with, but he can't help but want to feel more. What isn't uncommon for him, however, is his desire to share that information. ]
This feels much better than expected.
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Jyuto lets the milk trail out and down, entranced by the sight of it until he realizes it’s going to get on Riou’s pants. In response, he lowers himself, his cheek still against Riou’s body, but now on his diaphragm, just beside his upper ribs. He hums thoughtfully, easing the pressure he’s applied to Riou’s nipple and then turns his head to lick follow the trail upward, collecting the wet streak on the flat of his pink tongue until he’s back at the areola, near his hand.
He doesn’t know if there’s any point in trying to keep what he’s doing neat and clean. That’s why they moved to the bathroom, isn’t it? He squeezes the same tit again, this time harder than before so that the milk gushes out with more force. He doesn’t care so much about where it falls anymore. It’s all over his fingers and hand now, and he looks at the other nipple in his other, kneading it down with similar pressure so that it does the same. ]
It feels good, does it? [ A brush of his breath against supple skin in an unvoiced laugh, Jyuto smirks and unveils his own sadistic mischief. He takes the leaking bud of Riou’s nipple between teeth, tugging on it gently and then swivels his tongue around the ring to mop up the mess he’s made of it.
Cute, he thinks. He knows that Riou’s likely trying to keep himself together by how he swallows, but Jyuto feels testy, like he wants to see how far he can push the envelope until Riou can’t stand it. He sighs pleasantly, feigning innocence in his intent, that he doesn’t know what he’s doing. His head shifts to switch to the other tit, to suckle on it and have more sweetness fill his mouth. Dark brown bangs tickle Riou’s chest. Jyuto looks up at him while he laves his tongue over him again, just before his mouth pulls off of Riou’s skin with a light sound, a pop of suction from being released. He tilts his head back, a flash of white throat when he swallows. ]
Riou.
[ There’s absolutely no reason for him to behave this way.
He isn’t under Iris, he just wants to see Riou come undone in his hands. ]
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Controlling himself is a challenge, though, as he watches Jyuto lap up the stray milk as if he intends to keep the place clean, then immediately squeeze him to make a mess. Riou grits his teeth in his effort not to make it too obvious that he's getting turned on, tilting his head back for a brief moment before Jyuto calls his name again, forcing his gaze back on the scene he can both see and feel unfolding on his chest. At some point, he's not even sure when, his right hand found its way to the bottom of Jyuto's hair at the back of his neck, holding onto Jyuto as a means to try to keep it together. He needs to be upfront about this. ]
Jyuto, there is no moon in the sky. With that in mind, if you keep this up I cannot guarantee that I won't try to fill you with more than milk.
[ That's about as together as Riou can manage to be to make sure that Jyuto knows exactly what he wants to break his stoic control and do right now. It's not just an Iris thing-- this is not something he ever thought he would be turned on by, but it is taking every ounce of willpower he has right now not to hop back off this sink and turn the tables. ]
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Like a spider admiring its own work, he knows that he’s crafted an erotic display for only Riou to see. Eye contact is held when he's spoken to, but then drifts away after Riou implies he wants to take him. Jyuto avoids answering, avoids acknowledgements though the words sit with him and make him horny. He keeps tending to him. He switches nipples again, kissing the side of it and then tilting his head back so his chin grazes Riou’s skin in wait. He digs his thumb deep into muscle and flesh so that milk gushes out of the bud with enough force to be caught in his open mouth. ]
Mm…
[ Jyuto knows very well what he’s doing, it’s in his eyes, in the timbre of the noise he’s making. Still, he doesn’t speak or even outwardly acknowledge what Riou said beyond that eye contact from before. He just drinks and revels in the taste of him. ]
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Riou's patience wears a little thin after that and he pushes forward against Jyuto so he can slip off of the sink. The hand at the back of Jyuto's neck holds the man against his chest so his mouth fills up in a way that threatens to gush out of the side of his mouth before the soldier releases him, and apparently only does so to reach down to start undoing his pants. It's a swift, militant motion that he does it in, and his arousal bounces once when it pops out, hard already. If Jyuto doesn't say anything, he's going to push him back to the opposite wall, hands on either side of his head to trap him against it, chest still exposed and wanting, willing, ready to continue being milked. ]
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Jyuto feels his own pants tented, and he rows his hands against Riou’s pecs once more, sinking his hands into muscle that’s somehow more doughy than firm. Milk flows freely through his fingers. After he’s pinned to the wall, he looks up at Riou’s face through the bars made by sculpted arms. He holds gazes in utter silence, an calculated and unreadable expression behind his eyes. The urge to bite down on his bottom lip is stifled (he can't give Riou and tells), and he merely thumbs at Riou’s tender, flushed and rosy nipples, rubbing them in their wetness.
As much as Jyuto wants to get on his knees and fill his head with Riou’s cock, he doesn’t. He can’t let Riou know he wants him back just as much yet, because more than that, he has to see where this will go if he leaves Riou to his own passion. With no denial, no direction.
Only Jyuto’s sadistic curiosity. ]
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He turns his gaze down to look for physical clues. Jyuto may be thinking of using his mouth, but Riou's mind goes to something else the second he recognizes that Jyuto's own pants are on a more substantial camping trip than the soldier's been on lately. Hmm..
Riou leans down the short distance to reach Jyuto's lips, tasting his own milk on the man's tongue as he delves his own forward. He wants him, moon or not.
If Jyuto returns the kiss, that will tell him everything he needs to know, and the second he feels Jyuto return the kiss, he'll reach down to unzip and unbutton the other man's trousers. He won't push Jyuto's pants fully down, too eager to really worry about the details- they've already made a mess, what's the point in preserving his pants? No, Riou pushes his cock against Jyuto's the second it's out, wrapping one large hand around both of them together. ]
I'm not the only one in need of milking. I'll take care of this one.
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Please, do return the favor—… haa… I like it when you touch me.
[ Riou hasn’t done anything like this with him since December. Eager for more of him, he lifts his hips so that he grinds his length into the clutch of Riou’s hand and cock, sighing hotly through bitten teeth and sliding a hand up to bundle Riou’s dog tags in his fist. He rocks hungrily, watching streaks of white glisten and fall down the slats of Riou’s abs. ]
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Riou thinks that after this is normal, he'd like to kiss Jyuto without anything's influence. Just to prove to both of them that this feeling isn't something created by anything supernatural. He can feel it inside him that he wouldn't come to anyone else for something like this. He came to Jyuto because he trusts him, because he cares and he knows that no matter what happens, Jyuto would care for him no matter what it meant doing, without judgment. He's very glad that he joined Mad Trigger Crew.
Right now, he thinks he'll do his best to show that to Jyuto physically, to let him know that they're in this together and he wants to be in this together. Riou leans down again to bite at Jyuto's lip himself, entreating him to stop biting his own lip, to give himself over to Riou so that the younger man can taste him yet again. If Jyuto relents, he'll double back and seize his mouth once more, his hand moving over both of their cocks together, pressing them against each other firmly as he too thrusts into it. This leaves the soldier a free hand.
Idle hands are the devil's playthings, so Riou takes it upon himself to solve that by sliding his hand down the back of Jyuto's loosened pants, fingers tracing the crevace of his ass and gently running over the entrance. He doesn't have anything resembling lubricant, so he's going to simply tease Jyuto with this for now-- a fingertip here, a squeeze there. He wants more, but he'll satisfy himself with satisfying Jyuto. ]
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The wrist against his ass cheek comes as a surprise. He feels thick fingers dipping past the part of his rear, teasing the hole that’s tucked between. Riou’s already thinking about that part of him? Jyuto’s flattered and turned on, arching his back and flexing the entrance around the touch. Beads of sweat begin to form on his neck, and there’s a vague thought that they don’t have lube on hand, mind somewhat in similar vein to Riou’s. Jyuto’s usual bottle is in the drawer of his bedside table. What is in here though is some lavender scented massage gel, a body oil he only really rubs himself down with after a stressful day. It isn’t a secret that Jyuto’s the most physically vain of MAD TRIGGER CREW, so the fact that he has these kinds of things laying around his bathroom ought to not come as a shocker. ]
Left cabinet above the sink. [ Jyuto says, without specifying what it is that’s there. He leans forward to suckle on Riou’s tits again, hands grazing over the surface of his skin and groping his ass, too. ]
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It does, however, make it harder for Riou to move, so his hand moves away from the other man's finger, instead groping his lower cheek to pull Jyuto along with him closer to the cabinet. As he does it, he chases Jyuto's lips with his own, pulling him back up from an attempt to reclaim his lips. By keeping the two of them pulled together, it's easier to maneuver, but he can't help but want to be the one to taste Jyuto now. Once close enough, that hand on Jyuto's ass reaches out to fumble around to open the cabinet and claim whatever it is that Jyuto's telling him to fetch. He turns his eyes up and away from Jyuto to see what it is he's grabbing for when he feels more than one item in the cabinet, at least one item getting knocked down and onto the sink before he draws his attention away from Jyuto long enough to actually look for what it was he sought.
Spotting the massage oil among the mess he made, he grabs it and slathers both hands in it before returning them to their places. The hand on their cocks now slicker, it makes a lewd, slippery sound as he moves his hand over them, faster than before now. Behind Jyuto, his hand returns to his entrance and he pushes a slicked finger inside. There's a low hum against Jyuto's lips as he feels warmth envelop his knuckles. He loves how Jyuto feels, and differently now than when he's automatically wet. He wants him so badly now, which requires patience not to hurt him when Iris moon isn't out. ]
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The faint scent of lavender rises in the air. His cock is spoiled by the warmth of Riou’s wet hand squeezing them together and pumping up and down. He suckles on Riou’s tongue and moans back to him, wanting him to know that he likes it. A hand rises to steady himself, holding onto Riou’s shoulder. Once he’s stable enough, he starts to sway his hips, see-sawing and grinding himself into Riou’s cock on the forward push and then sitting back into the finger in his ass so that it fucks him. It’s slower and more subtle at first, but once he’s memorized where everything’s positioned, he finally breaks the prolonged kiss they’ve shared to gaze up at Riou, feverish and licking his bottom like he’s just fed.
Jyuto doesn’t think he has to say anything for Riou to know how much he’s enjoying this; he can see it for himself, and see that he still isn’t satisfied despite the pleasure coursing through his blood. ]
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The redhead can't help but move his hips against Jyuto's in return so their hips meet and their cocks slick wetly against each other. When the kiss breaks, he lets out a soft gasp, them a low, pleasured hum in his throat to express his approval. Riou's not a man of many words, but right now he finds he wants Jyuto to know that he's enjoying it just as much, even if he's not good at saying as much. And so he hums, both an intentional effort and far too easy to give into.
...That expression on Jyuto's face is too much. ]
Tell me you're ready.
[ Despite that Riou isn't usually the one giving orders, he is now, and yet the tone drips with more than a hint of desperation. He wants to fuck Jyuto already. He wants Jyuto to tell him he's ready, to tell him he can turn him around and take him. ]
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Jyuto gets similarly lost in Riou’s expression. Even if they’d been led here by an alien situation, now that the remaining milk is out off the table, they’ve run out of excuses to blame this on. This’ll be the first time Riou’s had sex with him outside of a moon cycle. The weight of the two blue eyes that stare back at him seem to realize that. Jyuto knows that if he thinks about this too long he might get more shy about how certain he is that he wants this to continue. He wants this with Riou, and he can’t hold his gaze anymore. Looking down, he twists and twirls the silver tags he’d held earlier around his finger tips. But realizing it’s important he look at him, Jyuto meets Riou’s eyes once again before: ]
Come fuck me. [ He says. The dog tags drop with a clink, and Jyuto rakes his long fingers through the sides of sand red hair, curling in it and settling still. A mischievous smile belatedly touches his lips. He knows he’s said something dirty, and he’s said it with confidence. The glimmer in his eyes isn’t so different than another certain cheeky ferocity displayed in rap verse, the same as after he’s spit a particularly explicit line. He’s owning his invitation, because he wants Riou just as badly. ]
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He almost turns him around, but chooses not to this time. ]
You've got a good look in your eyes.
[ He wants to see it while they do this. He wants to watch Jyuto's expression as he slowly surrenders that control he's so fond of at all times. And so Riou releases Jyuto with both hands, freeing up both of their cocks but only do that Riou can reach around his back side and lift him up by his ass with both hands. For a moment he simply spreads the officer's cheeks, massaging the flesh where he supports the man so it's an even harsher squeeze than normal, then he leans forward to press his body weight against Jyuto for support, so he can use one hand to guide his slicked, throbbing meat to the entrance he'd prepared for it. As if to penetrate him twice at the same time, he plunges his tongue into that flithy, dirty talking mouth at the same time he behind to tuck his cock into his ass, somehow much tighter, more dangerously hot right now than under the Iris moon. Or maybe that's just enthusiasm for knowing Jyuto wants him outside of a moon. Riou is popular during moons, but not usually outside of them. This is meaningful on many levels to him.
... Though perhaps most meaningful in his pelvis right now, the way he thrusts into him the first time like it is still Iris without thinking, because he really does want nothing but Jyuto right now. ]
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Jyuto bites his lip and groans, flexing the opening so that he practically falls deeper against Riou’s hilt, the tip of it dug so far in that Jyuto feels stretched and full. He has to trust Riou to support his weight, and he tries to keep his breaths even, from hitching. His arms reach and drape over the bends of Riou’s broad, muscular shoulders. Jyuto invites the open mouth against his own, letting Riou explore him and take whatever he wants. Mind, body, whatever.
His dress shirt is so annoying now. The thin fabric clings to his back where he’s become sweaty, and his necktie feels so tight it could strangle him. ]
Riou… [ Jyuto sighs his name around Riou’s tongue, hoping he’ll read his mind. He wants his clothes off. His legs wrap hungrily around Riou’s waist, heels sinking into the firm mounds of his glutes. ]
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He doesn't have free hands, needing to support Jyuto's body with them right now, but he can use his teeth. That's how he tugs at the tie, pulling it until it's loose, at least until he can get in there enough to lap at his tongue. He wants more though. Riou's chest may be exposed, but he's finding that it was a Mistake to leave Jyuto covered. He wants to touch his chest to his, to feel his body heat with no fabric in between.
Riou presses himself forward again, his hilt buried deep inside of Jyuto, and uses his hips to pin him to the wall, his legs and lower body trying to support him more so he can free up at least one hand. He fumbles with the buttons a second later, then his impatience ultimately gets to him long before Jyuto can say anything but his name.
And so, we say goodbye to Jyuto's shirt. The buttons pop off as Riou uses those ridiculous, superhero-esque muscles muscles to flat-out tear Jyuto's shirt open at the buttons instead of calmly unbuttoning them. His jacket and shirt still aren't off, but his chest is exposed, and that's more than enough. Riou moves that hand underneath the fabric to touch him, thumb crossing his nipple before moving down to his side as his hips thrust upward, starting a slow pump into the older man's body. ]
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The sensation overwhelms him and makes his toes curl. He yelps like a dog who’s had its paw stepped on, wincing and digging fingernails into Riou’s sweaty back. He knows that he’s going to pay for this tonight and tomorrow, that he’ll be walking strangely when Riou’s finished with him. He fights to keep himself from clenching. Jyuto swivels his rim on Riou’s shaft while trying to find a comfortable way to sit on it only to find that there isn’t one. All the motion does is gradually normalize the feeling of having all of Riou’s length buried in him, accustom him to its full shape when he hasn’t the Iris benefits to hide behind.
Riou moves in on him forcefully, fabric torn. Jyuto’s mouth opens in violated protest, dumbfounded by the plastic buttons that fall to the ground. He tries to find words to scold Riou with, but he can’t. He’s too stupidly turned on by how rough Riou’s getting with him, how he grazes a nipple and reaches to take his hips again. Jyuto only sighs hotly in response, an unvoiced masochistic laugh all that leaves him when his frame gets jostled up into the wall with a bobble. His abdomen absorbs the shock of Riou’s initial thrusts, and Jyuto laces his arms around Riou’s shoulders again to take them properly. Obeying Riou’s physical demands, Jyuto spreads his legs further apart to display himself, the bathroom light causing sweat to gleam lewdly in the crevices of faintly outlined muscle beneath the taut, unmarred skin of his stomach. ]
You want me?
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Both their chests now free, Jyuto will likely feel the stickiness of Riou's chest against his own. Saliva and residual sweetness make for a sheen that only serves to emphasize every curve of Riou's voluptuous musculature. He finally moves his hand back down to Jyuto's ass to lift him up more effectively with what seems just shy of a quick toss, not high enough for his cock to fall out, but enough that Jyuto's not skewered on it like a sexy kabob.
Fully and comfortably supported now, Riou uses his reaffirmed grip to spread Jyuto's asshole wider for a moment before he moves his hips at a firm, steady pace. Until he realizes a few seconds after that Jyuto asked him if he wanted him, something that Riou had thought was really, painfully obvious at this point, and he looks a little taken aback when he lifts his head to look him in the eyes and give him a small but sure smile. ]
Yes. I'll be clearer next time.
[ He should've said it from the start. Perhaps he'll make sure to inform Jyuto of it whenever he thinks such a thing from now on, just to make sure he knows. He definitely, definitely wants Jyuto. Riou moves his lips back to Jyuto's to kiss him softly, affectionately this time instead of the rougher ministrations he's been giving. Despite this, he can't find it in him to stop his hips from thrusting up into Jyuto, from trying to find that spot inside of him that'll make Jyuto arch his back like a cat instead of a rabbit. ]
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It’s in this moment that Riou answers him, distracting him from his carnivorous sex drive. What Riou says is so sincere and so certain that Jyuto almost feels guilty for desecrating it with his slutty behavior. He rides the thrusts, letting them roll into him one after another without saying anything. Thighs narrow together so that he can gracefully fold his legs around Riou’s lower back again, locking his ankles one over the other against his tailbone. They’d been jostled and then splayed, but now he feels extremely full-hearted, and he needs Riou to know that his sentiments are both respected and well-received. He needs to know that Jyuto wants him, too.
He hums quietly against the kiss on his mouth, a devil that’s been pacified. His head is lighter, filled with fluff and Riou and Riou’s cute little smile. The cock he’s taking hits him at slightly different angles with each thrust, and after it hits the place Riou wants it to, nailing gold, Jyuto’s body quivers and his voice slips out of him, sweet and involuntarily. ]
mf, ah…— Right there, Riou… more… [ He creaks his eyes open to watch Riou as he fucks him, the inner edges of his eyebrows bowing upward and showing just a flicker of submission. He pants, lifting his hips to churn back down on Riou’s length, leaning forward so that his bare chest is against Riou’s. Nipples drag against skin. ]
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He's not in heat, but the desire and need roiling inside of him might as well have been. This is purely Jyuto making him feel this way, and the way that Jyuto seems to be letting some kind of wall melt for him is too much. Rather than just desire, he feels warmth in the way that Jyuto finds a way to surround him, the way his voice cracks and he watches him. Riou's eyes are open too, looking into Jyuto's. A bit of milk leaks against Jyuto's chest pressed against his, slicking the both of their chests against each other and all but ruining the fabric still hanging off of Jyuto's shoulders as if the buttons being torn off wasn't enough of a mess. ]
Jyuto.. Jyuto...
[ He pants the other's name as he lowers his mouth to his neck again, running his tongue from the edge of the torn fabric all the way up his neck to his ear. He's close, but he won't let himself stop until Jyuto is ready. ]
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It’s odd. Jyuto isn’t typically the overtly affectionate or cuddly type, but he likes hearing Riou’s voice in his ear, saying his name. He likes how safe he feels when he entrusts himself to Riou in even the most literal sense— no fear of being dropped by the powerful arms that hoist him up and on the wall.
Jyuto cries out with pleasure each time his weight falls on Riou’s length, broken in by it. The sounds are quieter at first upon initial shyness, but then louder and more unabashed when Jyuto finally lowers the walls for Riou to see him again. This time there aren’t rabbit ears atop his head, slightly curled or bobbing up and down with every buck of Riou’s hips, but the expression once reflected in a dark, off television screen is there again, now face front and up close. Jostled harder, Jyuto’s own cock, erect and full of blood, lolls to and fro with every shove. With his shirt fluttering, he tries not to look away when he finally climaxes. His vision floods white with blindspots and his body locks up in spasm. He sinks his fingers into Riou’s skin, holding onto him because he feels like he might leave his body if he doesn’t. ]
haa…, fuck! [ It feels so good when it hits, he almost laughs. He tosses his head like a horse, even though he’s supposed to be the rabbit of the group. He fucks like one, anyway. There’s a hot splash of cum on Riou’s slatted abs when he ejaculates, and his sphincters constrict and throb with ecstasy. He doesn’t want Riou to stop though, and he moves in to kiss him, full of bliss and happy with his orgasm. He lets go of the shoulder blades he’d hooked into, reaching back to the part of his ass to spread it so that Riou can finish fucking him until he cums, too. His body is throbbing too hard for him to think up something clever or sexy to say now. He’s panting like an animal, satisfied and euphoric, the softness in his eyes lost to physical elation and eager for Riou to join him in the wash. His rim twitches around the barrel of Riou’s sloppy cock, nothing at all like it’d been before when it’d just been fingers in him. ]
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(Which is objectively funny, considering who was milking who today.)
He goes harder than he had the entire time for a few moments, his girth almost jackhammering in and out of Jyuto's pert hole until he finds his fingers clenched into the flesh on Jyuto's hips tightly enough that some of his skin pushes between his fingers and slams his hips fully inside of Jyuto without thinking to fill him to the brim with the seed of this soldier. A deep groan rumbles in his throat behind gritted teeth before he parts his lips again to let out a moan that ends in what's almost a sigh of relief. ]
Hhh---NNN... Ahh..!
[ And he holds Jyuto there, as if refusing to let his cock unplug him because he wants Jyuto to feel exactly what it feels like to be pumped full of his cum without relief, resting his bangs against the cop's neck where he'd just been licking. ]
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Skin smacks into skin. Riou’s scrotum is heavy and full. It swings into the back of Jyuto’s buttcheeks when he blows his load in him, and Jyuto lets out a squeal of delight when it happens, back arching the way Riou had wanted it to, before. His asshole flexes around the shaft as Riou stays buried in it, but even in relaxing himself, there isn’t enough space left for the cum to come dribbling back down Riou’s hilt. His breath is ragged, and it only becomes a little quieter when he remembers to close his mouth and rewet a tongue that’d become dry in making so much noise. Then it parts. He’s panting again. ]
haa… haa… [ Jyuto slinkies his hips down, squeezing and flexing so that his walls wring Riou’s dick out. ] Mmn, don’t take it out yet, Riou… I like how it feels in there. [ His voice is at a hushed volume, perhaps having finally realized he got loud. The texture is husky, the pitch dipping like a beg. ]
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wrap?