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[the number one disadvantage of having a libido: having a libido when you can't directly have sex with your girlfriend.

he's currently lamenting this fact to himself while flopped in bed on his stomach, clinging to a pillow and giving the set of chains Miku got him the Most Frustrated glare]

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[his eyelids flutter and he gasps, letting out a low, tremulous moan]

Oh...

[rumbling in the back of his throat, fingers and toes curling slightly— the noises Kaito makes always seem to go straight to that heat in his groin.

swallowing thickly and increasing the suction in the kiss before bracing himself on his forearms so that he can start to lick a wet trail up to the tip]

[that gets him a high fluting noise, and one heel dragging slightly against the bed. Kaito's watching him avidly, mouth hanging half open.]

[part of him wants to hide from that gaze. it's too much, too intense— he's never liked being looked at...

the rest of him is far too busy enjoying Kaito's expression and the way his skin tastes and feels to give much of a damn. shutting his eyes, though, as a compromise— and oh. oh, that makes it so much easier to just focus on feeling, and to start mapping out every inch of flesh with nothing more than his lips and tongue without embarrassment or shame]

[and hearing those moans and gasps and whines from Kaito can only make it all the sweeter. can he see, in his mind's eye, the sort of faces that go with those sounds? can he picture how Kaito looks, clutching at the blankets and arching his back, voice rough and breathy on every yes yes Kaito please yes?]

[...he can only keep his eyes closed in the face of that kind of assault for so long. besides, he's been aching for so long now, and he'll need more than just touch and memory for what he needs to do to satisfy it.

pulling back a bit, licking his lips as he cracks his eyes back open halfway, and pinning Kaito down with one arm across his hips. glancing up to meet his eyes, just for a moment

and then he leans forward to take as much of Kaito into his mouth as he can.]

[he gulps down a breath, almost choking on it, as his hips strain against Kaito's arm. Kaito's mouth feels good, and all he can think about for a moment is that wet heat, and the bare hint of teeth in it.]

Kaito... Kaito...

[he reaches down to pet Kaito's hair, winding his fingers into it. he wants the contact - needs that steadying point.]

[moaning shallowly around his cock, his self-control finally strained enough for him to give in and fumble his other hand down, just to give him something to rock against. he needs it, needs more friction there and against his tongue—

...right. right, his tongue, he's still— he still needs to—

swallowing and bobbing his head a little, trying to find a rhythm that works with his own]

[oh, oh, the feeling of Kaito moaning around him is very nice. and the sight of him reaching down to touch himself... and, oh, when he starts to move...

he whimpers, his fingers tightening just slightly in Kaito's hair]

[he's too far gone to hold onto any sort of cohesive rhythm for very long— soon he's just writhing against his own hand, panting harshly through his nose as he fucks his mouth with Kaito's cock]

Aah, aah, Kaito, aaaahhhn...!

[it's getting to be too much, very quickly. he can't collect himself, can't hold on - he wants it to last, he wants to come, and of those two conflicting desires the latter is rapidly outpacing the former. Kaito's pace is relentless, overwhelming, he can't think, can't process--

I did this, he thinks suddenly, watching Kaito lose control through half-lidded eyes. he's that worked up because of me--

that thought is enough to push him over, too quickly to give a warning, just shouting, back arching, hips jerking upwards as he spills into Kaito's mouth.]

Mmnh—

[jerks at the sudden heat and taste in his mouth and sputters a bit, but he doesn't hesitate at all about swallowing. pulling back after a moment to lick traces of come of his lips, panting. he looks more than a little desperate, almost crazed, and... okay, maybe he could have planned this a little better but it's too late now and he is so close that if he doesn't come soon he is going to die

GROPING AFTER ONE OF KAITO'S HANDS]

Mmnh— haah, Kaito, I need— please—

[his circuits are still buzzing, overloaded by the intensity of orgasm, but he's got enough processing power left to offer Kaito his hand]

[lunging forward to close his mouth around Kaito's fingers, curling his tongue around them and sucking hard—

and then collapsing back against him with a groan, shuddering and writhing helplessly, as that proves to be the last little bit he needs to finally come.]

[just watching him, half-lidded and unfocused, and absently wiggles a finger a little against Kaito's tongue]

[shivers, his expression scrunched up into something almost like pain]

[too much? okay, that took too much energy anyway. stops]

[he lets go after a moment to just lie there against Kaito and try to get his breath back. he keeps automatically trying to lick his lips and getting aftershocks as a result]

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