justicerebooorn | (no subject)

[leaning over and wrapping a hand around it, giving you just one slow stroke from base to tip]

[there's really not much else but whimper and curl in on yourself when the man whom you've been lusting after for the better part of a year just goes ahead and touches your goddamn privates.]

[pushing you onto your back again and arranging himself over you, straddling your thighs but not putting any weight on you, just kneeling over you on the bed]

Let me know if this isn't okay.

[trailing one hand down over your chest while he starts to delicately tease you with his other hand]

Oh, god,

[it's very okay?? super okay. so okay he's going to reach up and just start petting at any skin he can reach. where are the muscles. i wanna touch them.]

[they are looming over you at close range, so touch away. are you also okay with him leaning down to brace himself on an elbow beside your head so that he can kiss you while playing with you? because he's doing that.]

Mmnph, I—Date-—san—

[help can't breathe being kissed to death]

[alright backing off a little, just enough to look you over]

Hmm...?

[sorry need to put both my hands on that dick. oh, god, both of them fit.]

—ah!

[hmm well, that's distracting; he presses his mouth against the side of your neck, hips rocking forward into your grip]

...

You're quite... substantial... ... [that last word was really more of a whimper than actual syllables, but who's counting?]

[he huffs a breathless laugh at that, nuzzling you]

Was that approval, or...?

[stroking his hands up your length and nodding, a desperate shiver finding its way up his spine]

[kisses you again, sucking your lower lip into his mouth, just once]

Do you want me in you?

[he shudders violently at that thought, his hands trembling around you]

...

Please.

Whatever you want.

[climbs off you so he can fish a packet of lube out of his clothes]

[time to bury one's face in one's hands and think about one's life choices]

[well okay he'll just take this interval to warm the lube up between his hands and take his time looking you over]

[he's shivering and whimpering in intervals just from being overstimulated from the situation, eventually drawing his hands off his face and placing them flat against the mattress, sliding his eyes shut in an attempt to take back control]

[kneeling between your legs again, slicking up his hands, and pressing a finger up against your entrance, his other hand just cupped gently around your balls.

you know. helping with that control situation.]

[it just feels so—damn—good, so much of what he's been wanting, for so long, that he forgets, that he's supposed to be hesitant, that he's supposed to be, in theory, morally opposed to this happening, groaning loud and hard, reaching down instinctively to wrap a hand around himself]

[well, that's gratifying. he grins as he slips his finger inside, pressing in deep with practiced care]

[he exhales slowly, a trembling, heavy breath]

... I want your mouth on me.

Anything you want.

[he nudges your hand out of the way, licking and kissing his way up your cock from base to tip, moving inside you in little rhythmic beckoning motions, finding the most sensitive spots]

[opening his mouth to gasp, but nothing comes out, not even bothering to hide the fact that he's craning his head down so he can watch you, eyes wide and intent]

[he's taking his time, trying to make this last for you, but also just... intent, and savouring the fact that he has time to learn the shape of you, learn what makes you react, even if that happens to be everything right now.

after a bit, he adds a second finger, giving you a moment to adjust before he takes the head of your cock into his mouth, laving his tongue over it.]