[ 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. ]
[ Riou supposes this is what he deserves. As his mind starts to clear and the star-speckles blurring his vision start to dissipate, he wants nothing more than to let both of them fall to the floor of the bathroom and to hold Jyuto close and catch his breath. But Jyuto wants something else, and Riou is always going to put what Jyuto wants first.
Even though he had been about to pull out, he gives another little half-thrust to try to tuck himself deep within Jyuto before his cock starts going flaccid. He leans against Jyuto, practically pinning him against the wall and resting his forehead against Jyuto, nuzzling his nose into his hair. ]
Are you okay?
[ His words come out breathlessly, more quiet than he normally speaks. His lips press a kiss to his lover's earlobe, then the top, then inside of his ear before his breath rushes out again, washing hot right into it. Riou doesn't want to keep his lips off of Jyuto right now. If he stops moving, he's going to drop Jyuto and he won't do that. ]
I’m fine. [ Jyuto says before he can really consider the actuality, mostly because he doesn’t want Riou worrying about him in a moment where he’d like him to share his satisfaction. Selfishly, he’d just wanted to stay connected. A moment passes, Jyuto uncharacteristically more snuggly than he’d be with others outside of a moon cycle, tucking his nose into the dip beneath Riou’s own earlobe and giving it a kiss.
Riou’s getting soft, and Jyuto’s ready. He steadies himself against the figure in front of him, slowly leaning his weight forward so that he can untuck Riou free. The bare skin of his ass squeaks on the tile wall as he lets himself down, letting himself off until his feet touch the floor.
Jello legs. They wobble. Jyuto uses the soldier as a post, holding him while he remembers how to exist without Riou’s cock in him. Spunk spills down his thighs obscene and messy, but Jyuto only tries to collect himself and his own personality he’d apparently forgotten while riding Riou.
Right— hm,… ]
Honestly, I feel like you split me in half. [ It’s visibly apparent. He’s standing bowlegged and without Riou’s cock there to fill it, his asshole feels like a balloon lost of its air. ]
[ Riou's hands dart to Jyuto's elbows to support him when he wobbles, even if Jyuto's already leaning against him as his wet, cum-soaked cock flops against his muscular thighs and spreads the mess. It's fine. They're both such a mess at this point that it's hard to care if it gets a little worse. He'd rather focus on holding up Jyuto. ]
I lose control when I'm with you.
[ In this case, he doesn't think he'll apologize, even if Jyuto's clearly having difficulties. Jyuto came hard, as evidenced all over Riou's sculpted abdomen. It wasn't something to apologize for, though now he was intent on taking care of him. One arm slips underneath both of Jyuto's. He takes the cop's hand and pulls his arm over his shoulder to help him walk. He won't fully carry Jyuto unless he asks him to, since he knows Jyuto to be prideful enough that he wouldn't appreciate the complete lack of control in walking, so he sticks with simply lending him a shoulder and support. ]
I'll take care of you today. It's time to soak.
[ He's going to help Jyuto get to the bath for now. ]
I noticed. [ He quips. But Jyuto doesn’t dislike it despite the state he’s found himself in (though whether he’ll feel that way tomorrow is hard to say); there’s no reason for Riou to apologize for now. ] —It was fun. I like seeing you that way, though. It’s a side of you that I find really attractive. [ Jyuto almost says “sexy” instead of attractive, but he’s trying not to seem so animalistic anymore. There’s still a brain in there, and he does feel like this entire exchange has bought them that much more close emotionally.
Slumping his weight over into Riou’s side, a bath and some post coital pampering sounds exactly like what he wants. He tries to straighten himself against Riou, but the way his hips have been almost dislodged and spread apart makes his legs and lower back feel sore and strange when held together as close as he usually would. They’re particular about the distance, and Jyuto’s trying to figure it out without being too obvious in the few steps baby giraffe steps to the tub. ]
We should rinse and then bathe. It’ll be nasty to sit in our nut water. [ Frankly. He’s not sure what else to call jizz in bathwater, so it’s become extremely casual, improvised slang. Despite how gross it sounds, Jyuto is so nonchalant about saying it that it doesn’t feel as dirty as it is in actuality. ]
There should be an epsom salt in the top drawer closest to the bathtub. [ Eucalyptus and spearmint. ] We could mix that in after we shower off?
[ Riou wonders if he can find a way to be more careful next time. Maybe they should talk about whether or not he's allowed to let himself loose when it's not Iris.. it's probably more okay during Iris, since they both have a higher tolerance for pain and things like this...
But not now. That's a discussion for another day when Jyuto and he aren't both exhausted and..
Oh. Riou looks down while he's helping Jyuto into the tub. If he was noticing Jyuto's stumbling, he wasn't going to draw attention to it. It's his own fault, after all, there's no point in making Jyuto feel awkward about it. Rather, he's focusing in on his own problem that seems to.. ]
It looks like it stopped. My chest.
[ Riou turns on the shower head, carefully pointing it away from Jyuto so it doesn't hit him until the water warms up. Once it gets to a reasonable temperature, he makes certain that Jyuto is settled and not about to fall down the second Riou releases him, then heads off to fetch the salt and sets it next to the tub so they can rinse down first as Jyuto said. ]
This one?
[ Riou doesn't really use bath salts, he prefers bathing in streams so is this even the right thing? Maybe. ]
It doesn’t feel strange anymore? [ Because despite as bizarrely erotic as Riou’s tiddy milk has been for him, he does worry whether or not it’s bringing him discomfort. Jyuto steps carefully over the ledge, releasing Riou from his arm when he’s able. His eyes leave the hissing shower head and instead follow Riou’s hand when he reaches, and with a simple nod he answers, ] —ah, yeah. That one. [ Yeah not yes, he says. He’s not picking out his sentences the way he does with most other people. ]
It’s a squeeze, but I think the two of us can fit. [ Jyuto doesn’t want to be left hanging, the only one with the prior assumption that they’d share the tub when getting clean. ]
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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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Even though he had been about to pull out, he gives another little half-thrust to try to tuck himself deep within Jyuto before his cock starts going flaccid. He leans against Jyuto, practically pinning him against the wall and resting his forehead against Jyuto, nuzzling his nose into his hair. ]
Are you okay?
[ His words come out breathlessly, more quiet than he normally speaks. His lips press a kiss to his lover's earlobe, then the top, then inside of his ear before his breath rushes out again, washing hot right into it. Riou doesn't want to keep his lips off of Jyuto right now. If he stops moving, he's going to drop Jyuto and he won't do that. ]
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Riou’s getting soft, and Jyuto’s ready. He steadies himself against the figure in front of him, slowly leaning his weight forward so that he can untuck Riou free. The bare skin of his ass squeaks on the tile wall as he lets himself down, letting himself off until his feet touch the floor.
Jello legs. They wobble. Jyuto uses the soldier as a post, holding him while he remembers how to exist without Riou’s cock in him. Spunk spills down his thighs obscene and messy, but Jyuto only tries to collect himself and his own personality he’d apparently forgotten while riding Riou.
Right— hm,… ]
Honestly, I feel like you split me in half. [ It’s visibly apparent. He’s standing bowlegged and without Riou’s cock there to fill it, his asshole feels like a balloon lost of its air. ]
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I lose control when I'm with you.
[ In this case, he doesn't think he'll apologize, even if Jyuto's clearly having difficulties. Jyuto came hard, as evidenced all over Riou's sculpted abdomen. It wasn't something to apologize for, though now he was intent on taking care of him. One arm slips underneath both of Jyuto's. He takes the cop's hand and pulls his arm over his shoulder to help him walk. He won't fully carry Jyuto unless he asks him to, since he knows Jyuto to be prideful enough that he wouldn't appreciate the complete lack of control in walking, so he sticks with simply lending him a shoulder and support. ]
I'll take care of you today. It's time to soak.
[ He's going to help Jyuto get to the bath for now. ]
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Slumping his weight over into Riou’s side, a bath and some post coital pampering sounds exactly like what he wants. He tries to straighten himself against Riou, but the way his hips have been almost dislodged and spread apart makes his legs and lower back feel sore and strange when held together as close as he usually would. They’re particular about the distance, and Jyuto’s trying to figure it out without being too obvious in the few steps baby giraffe steps to the tub. ]
We should rinse and then bathe. It’ll be nasty to sit in our nut water. [ Frankly. He’s not sure what else to call jizz in bathwater, so it’s become extremely casual, improvised slang. Despite how gross it sounds, Jyuto is so nonchalant about saying it that it doesn’t feel as dirty as it is in actuality. ]
There should be an epsom salt in the top drawer closest to the bathtub. [ Eucalyptus and spearmint. ] We could mix that in after we shower off?
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But not now. That's a discussion for another day when Jyuto and he aren't both exhausted and..
Oh. Riou looks down while he's helping Jyuto into the tub. If he was noticing Jyuto's stumbling, he wasn't going to draw attention to it. It's his own fault, after all, there's no point in making Jyuto feel awkward about it. Rather, he's focusing in on his own problem that seems to.. ]
It looks like it stopped. My chest.
[ Riou turns on the shower head, carefully pointing it away from Jyuto so it doesn't hit him until the water warms up. Once it gets to a reasonable temperature, he makes certain that Jyuto is settled and not about to fall down the second Riou releases him, then heads off to fetch the salt and sets it next to the tub so they can rinse down first as Jyuto said. ]
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[ Riou doesn't really use bath salts, he prefers bathing in streams so is this even the right thing? Maybe. ]
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It’s a squeeze, but I think the two of us can fit. [ Jyuto doesn’t want to be left hanging, the only one with the prior assumption that they’d share the tub when getting clean. ]
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wrap?