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[Okay, he can't quite keep himself from grinning, wolfish and mischievous. What a reaction. Better keep doing exactly what he's doing.]

[He finishes cleaning Shuji's hand, one finger at a time, before moving on to the other one without a moment's hesitation. It feels good, honestly. He likes using his mouth for pretty much anything, he likes the way Shuji's fingers feel in his mouth, he likes that he can make Shuji shake just by doing this . . . which means that by the time he's almost done he's slowed down a bit, really savoring the process.]

[When he finishes, he sighs, kisses the center of Shuji's palm, and smiles at him. Whatever nerves he had about asking are long gone now. He's too relaxed and happy to be worried anymore.]

I want you in my mouth real bad, Shu.

[In normal situations, Shuji likes Mista smiling and him. Loves it, nothing can make him happier. But in normal situations Mista hasn't just cleaned his come off Shuji's hand with his tongue, and in normal situations Mista definitely doesn't say anything remotely like that.

Shuji's brain fizzles out for a second. He doesn't have a response to that - possibly because he's never expected those words to leave Mista's mouth - and when he does manage to find a single word, he can only barely croak it out.]

Please.

[He'll probably die of pleasure sometime during the process but it'll be so, so worth it.]

[The second Shuji agrees, Mista just--he smiles so wide, relieved and delighted and full of anticipation. He presses another kiss to Shuji's wrist and nods, then hooks one leg around Shuji's and flips them over, pinning Shuji's wrist to the bed before lacing their fingers together and kissing him at the corner of his mouth.]

Hey. I've never done this before, so . . . tell me if it's no good, or if it is, or--just tell me what you want, okay? I don't mind.

[He doesn't really mind anything Shuji does ever. He genuinely would do anything Shuji asked him to if it'd make Shuji happy.]

[Suddenly, Shuji's looking up at Mista instead of across at him. Mista's weight on him is solid and real and somehow makes Shuji more sure that this is actually happening.]

I promise I'll tell you. And if I can't get my brain to make words I'll just - grunt or something. Hand gestures. Morse code.

[He's babbling nervously, he knows, but he can't help it.]

God, you're so cute.

[He kisses Shuji again, fiercely affectionate, and--doesn't do what he wants to do, which is make his way down Shuji's body slowly, kissing everywhere and lingering in the places that Shuji likes best. He wants very much to do that, but there'll be time for that later, and right now he's pretty sure that if he takes too much time Shuji will legitimately die.]

[He does indulge a little, though. There's so much of Shuji that he hasn't explored yet. He can't keep himself from pressing a feather-light kiss under Shuji's ribs, then one beside his belly button; he kisses against the hollow of Shuji's hipbone and then, closing his eyes, does it again. This is a good spot. He sighs and sucks a bruise there without even the slightest bit of warning, just because he wants to.]

[Maybe he's lingering a little now, but look, it could be worse. It's not his fault Shuji's so easy to mark up.]

[He's cute because he's too overwhelmed to make words that make sense? Probably.

Mista is amazing. Mista's touch is amazing, and Shuji shudders at every kiss pressed to his skin - ribs, belly button, hips. He's aware that it's going to bruise, and he has a sudden clear image of going to work tomorrow with no one but him having any idea that Mista has left his mark on him.

His toes curl. Shuji isn't sure if he could come before his dick is ever touched, but he doesn't want to risk it.]

Mista...

[Hurry up?]

[Oh. Fuck. That snaps him out of it, eyes opening wide to look up at Shuji, who looks just--destroyed. Mista has to hold his breath for a second and just stare.]

Sorry, [he manages after a moment,] sorry, I--

[And then he fumbles a little because explaining is kind of stupid, he's pretty sure, when Shuji needs him so bad. So he presses one last kiss to Shuji's hip and scoots down, pushing Shuji's thighs apart and getting settled on his elbows.]

[The fact of the matter is that, while he's never done this before, he's given head a lot. It's one of his favorite things to do ever, and he couldn't really articulate why other than that it feels intimate and hot in a way other stuff doesn't. So now that he's committed, he's not actually intimidated at all. Mostly he just wants Shuji's cock in his mouth.]

[Nonetheless, he takes a moment to just look. Shuji is gorgeous--every single part of him--and this is no exception. Mista's eyes go dark when he wraps his hand around Shuji's cock and gives him one slow stroke, getting his bearings. He wants to keep his eyes open, but it ends up being a little too much in the end; they fall shut as he presses a light kiss to the head before wrapping his lips around it. Finally.]

[When Mista is looking at him, his eyes are so dark and wanting that Shuji doesn't understand who he could be looking at with that expression. And when he closes his eyes - well.

Shuji shudders, letting out a groan at the first touch of Mista's lips. He can't decide which is hotter - Mista's mouth or the fact that he wanted to do this to Shuji. Both together, they have him twitching and trying desperately not to push up with his hips further into Mista's mouth. No one likes being choked suddenly.

This time it's Shuji covering his eyes with his hand. He absolutely can't look at Mista in between his legs. He'll go mad.]

[To even Mista's own surprise, he answers Shuji with a moan of his own, low in his throat and helplessly pleased. Shuji sounds incredible. This was the right choice, he thinks; he wants to make Shuji feel exactly that good. Maybe better.]

[He doesn't miss the restlessness, though. He should've thought of it before, but--he loops his arm under and around Shuji's thigh, holding him firmly in place. None of that. And maybe he should make Shuji look at him, stop until he does, but Shuji's been so patient already, and honestly Mista doesn't want to stop.]

[Instead, he presses his tongue against the underside of Shuji's cock and lets himself sink down on it. Not too far, as tempting as it is; he wants to get a feel for how far he can go without struggling. So he goes down a little bit at a time until he doesn't think he can anymore and just . . . feels it. He'll move in a second, but for now he lets himself enjoy the fullness and the pressure--and, almost as an afterthought, opens his eyes again to see Shuji's reaction.]

[Shuji's reaction: well. He's red up to his ears and down to cover part of his collar. He still has his hand over his eyes, but it's obvious that he's trying to catch his breath and failing - every gasp ends up breaking into a moan somehow.

Now that he doesn't have to focus on keeping his hips still, he doesn't have to think about anything but sensation. About Mista moaning around him like he's the one doing something worth moaning at, about the warmth enveloping so much of him, about how obviously Mista is enjoying this.

He's not entirely sure that he's going to last more than a minute longer.]

[Well. It's probably for the best that he already came, because otherwise he wouldn't be able to focus at all. He's so transfixed by Shuji's face right now, by how incredibly, ridiculously hot he is when he can't control his voice and his breathing, that he stops breathing himself for just a few seconds before letting out another sound, a soft, helpless keening noise. He's never seen anyone so beautiful in his life.]

[Nothing else in the world matters but making Shuji feel good. It doesn't hurt that it feels good for him, too. It's different, but he likes how full his mouth feels and the slight stretch in his jaw that would start to ache if he kept going for too long. He likes the taste--Shuji tastes better than he does--and the slide as he starts to move. It's difficult not to take in more than he's really capable of at this point, but he manages, focusing on building a rhythm, on keeping steady.]

[He lets his eyes fall shut again. It doesn't matter too much, really. This is still overwhelming in the best way. Every part of him is focused on Shuji.]

Mista- hey-

[Shuji knows it's embarrassing to be this close this early, but he can't help it. Sex with Mista is different from sex with anyone else. What's more important is that he doesn't want to come without warning.

He pulls one of his arms away from his face to be able to set a hand on Mista's head and nudge. Might want to get off there.]

[Shuji's touching him. Mista blinks his eyes open again and--oh. Oh, wow. Okay.]

[He really doesn't want to stop, honestly. But, after a moment's reluctance, he does pull back, panting sharply a couple of times to catch his breath before pushing himself up and over Shuji. He curls his fingers around Shuji's cock and strokes him, firm and steady, trying to keep the rhythm as close to what he was doing with his mouth as possible.]

You gonna come for me? [He kisses the corner of Shuji's mouth.] Let me see you, sweetheart.

[There are very few things that Shuji would not do for Mista if asked, and all of them would be because they are physically impossible. Shuji cannot hold his breath for an hour even if Mista begged him to.

But this - it's impossible for him not to oblige Mista. Even if he hadn't asked, Shuji was already close.

Shuji shudders, screws his eyes shut tight, and comes hard over his stomach and Mista's hands with a groan that sounded like it was trying to be Mista's name before working his mouth to make coherent sounds became too difficult.

He'll come back to earth in a second or two. Right now he's just trying to remember what breathing is and that it's a good thing to do.]

[Mista's been going to church since before he can remember, but this is the holiest thing he's ever seen: Shuji with his eyes shut tight, unable to speak or breathe or do anything but shake and feel good. Mista can't stop staring the whole time Shuji comes, awed and fervently fond.]

[He doesn't stop moving until Shuji's done, even though it's hard to focus on anything but the way Shuji moves and sounds. When it's done, while Shuji's trying to remember how lungs work, Mista pulls his hands away and . . . stares some more. Shuji's got come on him. Mista chews his lip, then swipes it up as best he can and cleans his hand off, quick and messy.]

[Then he leans forward and kisses Shuji on the forehead, lingering with his eyes shut for a moment before flopping to Shuji's side.]

You look so good right now. You know that?

I'll take your word for it. Right now all I'm seeing is stars.

[It's sincere, if incredibly cheesy.

Shuji rolls over on his side so that he can face Mista. He likes to look at Mista - all the time, but especially in the post-coital glow, he's discovering.]

You're the most beautiful person on the planet.

What the hell.

[It's the most Mista thing in the world, probably, that that's what embarrasses him. His ears go a little pink, and he hides his grin in the pillow for a second before scooting a bit closer and reaching for Shuji's hand.]

You can't say that. You look like a fuckin' angel, Shuji, you have no idea. C'mere.

[Shuji snuggles up closer to Mista, grinning all the while.]

I'm pretty sure angels are the most qualified to talk about who looks divine. Sorry, not sorry.

Shit. Okay, you got me.

[He buries his face in Shuji's hair, hooking one leg over Shuji's. Man. Boyfriend smell is even better than usual.]

Love you. 'M glad we did that. And that you're staying. Both good.

Love you too. Never leaving.

[Shuji's cologne apparently mixes well with the smell of sex. Tell him that and he'll never buy a different one.]

I'm glad we can finally stop trying to be subtle, because it wasn't working.

Oh, god.

[There's no way he can keep from laughing at that. It's warm and self-deprecating, fond acknowledgment that they are dummies.]

Yeah, we--we suck at that? We probably shouldn't have tried.

I don't know what I was thinking.

[Something stupid, probably.]

Whatever. That's done. No more subtlety.

You were trying to be considerate, I think? But.

[He half-shrugs.]

You don't gotta be. I like when you ask for what you want, so do that. It makes me happy.

[Mista likes when Shuji asks for what he wants, and Shuji likes making Mista happy, and awkwardness is stupid and not helping anyone here, so.]

Can we do that again? In general but also right now.

[Hooray for youthful vigor...]

[Oh. Oh. That catches him off-guard, but definitely not in a bad way. He doesn't even try to hide his appreciative once-over.]

[Honesty is so good. He loves honesty.]

Yes. To both. C'mere and tell me what you want.

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