[ ah. there he is. this is suga's true face, without a doubt. in the back of his mind, yuki can feel a faint sense of relief start to settle; it would be one thing to take advantage of an innocent teenager, but if suga's less naive than he initially seemed, that makes this a lot easier. whatever lingering feelings of guilt he had evaporate and his dick throbs within his grasp as if it knows they can go full throttle at last. ]
Mmh. [ a heated breath escapes him as he listens, eyes drinking in the way suga's mouth moves as he speaks. it'd look really cute on his cock, that's for sure. yuki can picture it without any effort: the younger boy on his knees, taking him in deep, that earnest desire to please mixed with youthful desperation written all over his face. ]
So you do know what you're doing, [ he chuckles, rubbing his own thumb over the tip as soon as suga mentions it. his free hand drifts down to play with his balls and his breath hitches, a sharp sound rising from his throat. somehow, it manages to sound musical, despite how lewd it is. ]
All I said was that I'd never been penetrated! You didn't ask about anything else!
[Suga laughs in delight at the accidental deception he seems to have orchestrated here, which is made all the sweeter by Yuki's unequivocally positive reaction to the truth. His gasps and groans and occasional - well, Suga's not sure what to call them, but they're almost like trills of pleasure make for a delicious reward.]
After that, I'd take the head into my mouth and linger there for awhile to give it lots of attention. I really like pressing on the slit with the very tip of my tongue and massaging it until I can actually taste how good it feels... oh, and I'd stroke you too while I was doing that, tight at the base and then looser up toward the top. Do you like a twist in there too?
[As much as Suga seems to be playing for the upper hand, he's got the exact look in his eye that Yuki imagines - intensely eager to please, zeroed in on Yuki both as his task at hand and the object of his own desire. This isn't about control for control's sake, just about getting Yuki off as hard as possible.]
[ yuki would laugh if he wasn't so busy moaning. suga's more attractive than ever like this, so clearly knowledgeable and excited to put that experience to good use. his confident tone and excited expression send thrill after thrill racing up yuki's spine; he doesn't even try to hide how affected he is by all of it.
suga deserves that much, at least. ]
Yeah, [ he breathes, nodding, his hands mimicking everything suga says: a thumb massaging the tip, a broad palm stroking the shaft, fingers squeezing and releasing at exactly the points mentioned. his eyes are half-shut now, lips open and shiny, his own body pulling more and more taut with each motion. ] I do - fuckkk, Suga...
[ how long has it been since someone's looked at him like that? innocent, eager, doing this for him and not just for themselves? yuki wants this more than he's wanted anything else for the past week, month, year. he wants suga to look at him, wants suga to touch him, wants to get lost in suga's body for as long as he possibly can. ]
Getting close - [ he grits out, and for the first time all night suga will be able to see a crack in yuki's confident facade, a tiny hint of vulnerability that flashes over his face as a particularly strong pulse of pleasure floods through him. ]
[This is all Suga's going to think about while jerking off for... at least two or three weeks. Maybe longer. Even if they never meet or speak again, Suga will hold this in his memory and every time he needs to force thoughts of someone else out of his mind, Yuki will be the one to chase them off. He's so open and responsive that Suga's hands ache to touch him, his mouth waters with the urge to taste him...
... and then, for a fraction of a second, Yuki suddenly looks small. Suga wonders if he imagined it, but how could he fabricate something so raw and honest? That odd moment flickers in his heart like a spark, then catches flame - oh, he's always fallen much too easily, but this has to be a new record.
Yuki and Suga will speak again, and they will meet, because Suga can't bear to see something like that again without being close enough to gather Yuki up in his arms.]
Then... [He's a bit subdued now, though no less enraptured by what's unfolding on his screen.] ... this is when I'll take you in deep. Don't worry, I can take your load right down my throat. You won't choke me.
(( ooc: apparently we hit captcha so I moved us over here! ))
[ it's too much. suga's so sweet, so good - even with that devilish side, he's too innocent to be talking to someone as messed up as yuki. they shouldn't ever meet. yuki should never allow suga to get trapped in his orbit. he knows well enough by now how that works out; in the end, nobody's happy.
but. ]
Suga --
[ those eyes are so kind. ]
I'm-!
[ all it takes is the mention of suga swallowing his come, eager and easy and so goddamn good, and yuki's gone. his eyes squeeze shut and his mouth falls open, a strangled sound somewhere between a moan and a cry wringing its way out of his throat and through the speakers of suga's phone. his orgasms hits like a freight truck, hips jerking violently, and it's his turn to have his skin painted with droplets of hot liquid.
it feels like it lasts forever. white noise buzzes in yuki's ears; by the time he comes back to himself he realizes he has no idea how much time has passed. for a moment, suspended in that strange post-orgasmic high, suga gets a chance to see yuki's real face: young, beautiful, but with a sadness that lingers in the depths of his eyes. ]
That was...
[ his voice is hoarse. he swallows, then tries again. ]
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Mmh. [ a heated breath escapes him as he listens, eyes drinking in the way suga's mouth moves as he speaks. it'd look really cute on his cock, that's for sure. yuki can picture it without any effort: the younger boy on his knees, taking him in deep, that earnest desire to please mixed with youthful desperation written all over his face. ]
So you do know what you're doing, [ he chuckles, rubbing his own thumb over the tip as soon as suga mentions it. his free hand drifts down to play with his balls and his breath hitches, a sharp sound rising from his throat. somehow, it manages to sound musical, despite how lewd it is. ]
And after that?
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[Suga laughs in delight at the accidental deception he seems to have orchestrated here, which is made all the sweeter by Yuki's unequivocally positive reaction to the truth. His gasps and groans and occasional - well, Suga's not sure what to call them, but they're almost like trills of pleasure make for a delicious reward.]
After that, I'd take the head into my mouth and linger there for awhile to give it lots of attention. I really like pressing on the slit with the very tip of my tongue and massaging it until I can actually taste how good it feels... oh, and I'd stroke you too while I was doing that, tight at the base and then looser up toward the top. Do you like a twist in there too?
[As much as Suga seems to be playing for the upper hand, he's got the exact look in his eye that Yuki imagines - intensely eager to please, zeroed in on Yuki both as his task at hand and the object of his own desire. This isn't about control for control's sake, just about getting Yuki off as hard as possible.]
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suga deserves that much, at least. ]
Yeah, [ he breathes, nodding, his hands mimicking everything suga says: a thumb massaging the tip, a broad palm stroking the shaft, fingers squeezing and releasing at exactly the points mentioned. his eyes are half-shut now, lips open and shiny, his own body pulling more and more taut with each motion. ] I do - fuckkk, Suga...
[ how long has it been since someone's looked at him like that? innocent, eager, doing this for him and not just for themselves? yuki wants this more than he's wanted anything else for the past week, month, year. he wants suga to look at him, wants suga to touch him, wants to get lost in suga's body for as long as he possibly can. ]
Getting close - [ he grits out, and for the first time all night suga will be able to see a crack in yuki's confident facade, a tiny hint of vulnerability that flashes over his face as a particularly strong pulse of pleasure floods through him. ]
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... and then, for a fraction of a second, Yuki suddenly looks small. Suga wonders if he imagined it, but how could he fabricate something so raw and honest? That odd moment flickers in his heart like a spark, then catches flame - oh, he's always fallen much too easily, but this has to be a new record.
Yuki and Suga will speak again, and they will meet, because Suga can't bear to see something like that again without being close enough to gather Yuki up in his arms.]
Then... [He's a bit subdued now, though no less enraptured by what's unfolding on his screen.] ... this is when I'll take you in deep. Don't worry, I can take your load right down my throat. You won't choke me.
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[ it's too much. suga's so sweet, so good - even with that devilish side, he's too innocent to be talking to someone as messed up as yuki. they shouldn't ever meet. yuki should never allow suga to get trapped in his orbit. he knows well enough by now how that works out; in the end, nobody's happy.
but. ]
Suga --
[ those eyes are so kind. ]
I'm-!
[ all it takes is the mention of suga swallowing his come, eager and easy and so goddamn good, and yuki's gone. his eyes squeeze shut and his mouth falls open, a strangled sound somewhere between a moan and a cry wringing its way out of his throat and through the speakers of suga's phone. his orgasms hits like a freight truck, hips jerking violently, and it's his turn to have his skin painted with droplets of hot liquid.
it feels like it lasts forever. white noise buzzes in yuki's ears; by the time he comes back to himself he realizes he has no idea how much time has passed. for a moment, suspended in that strange post-orgasmic high, suga gets a chance to see yuki's real face: young, beautiful, but with a sadness that lingers in the depths of his eyes. ]
That was...
[ his voice is hoarse. he swallows, then tries again. ]
Holy hell, Suga...