[Whoa whoa whoa. whoa. ... yeah, definitely not going to be able to take things slow at the rate Micchy was going. Kouta felt a bit guilty for rushing so quickly, but... it was what Micchy wanted, right? He keeps using one hand to steady himself, moving the one he'd had on Micchy's chin down to push the other's hoodie up, unfastening and unzipping Micchy's pants with a practiced expertise. He tugs one side a bit lower, off of Micchy's hips, drawing his nails up and then back down Micchy's stomach.
The tug on his hair and the moaning of his name makes Kouta squirm again and wow, yes, he's remembering how how easily his partner's noises affect him. He doesn't even have time to react with how quickly Micchy's urging him on. There's no point in drawing anything out or teasing him, because it's just going to make things worse for his friend in the meantime. With a light nip to Micchy's lip, Kouta slips his fingers under the fabric and carefully wraps his fingers around the length, applying pressure at different points and drawing his thumb over the tip.
As he works, Kouta presses another quick kiss to Micchy's lips, then nudges the other's head aside to lightly nip at the side of his neck.]
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The tug on his hair and the moaning of his name makes Kouta squirm again and wow, yes, he's remembering how how easily his partner's noises affect him. He doesn't even have time to react with how quickly Micchy's urging him on. There's no point in drawing anything out or teasing him, because it's just going to make things worse for his friend in the meantime. With a light nip to Micchy's lip, Kouta slips his fingers under the fabric and carefully wraps his fingers around the length, applying pressure at different points and drawing his thumb over the tip.
As he works, Kouta presses another quick kiss to Micchy's lips, then nudges the other's head aside to lightly nip at the side of his neck.]