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[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.

[Oh. Mista's definitely into that, and Shuji's into Mista looking at him like that.

He scoots closer, until he's murmuring in Mista's ear.]

I want - I really want to blow you, I want to make you feel that good. Can I? Please?

[He might beg, if Mista said no for long enough. But he doesn't expect to be turned down.]

[There isn't a universe out there where Shuji would be turned down at this point. Even if Mista wasn't still pretty preoccupied with the fact that blowing Shuji is pretty much the hottest thing that's ever happened to him, Shuji's breath is warm and his voice is soft and he's so close and--there's just no way Mista would say no.]

[He shivers, thoughts scattering to the winds, and has to take a moment to clumsily collect them. But then he nods. Of course he does.]

That sounds--yeah. Please.

Okay. ...Okay. Lie back.

[Shuji has only had sex a couple of times before this, and eating a girl out is not exactly the same as sucking a guy off for the one time he's done that. But he needs to be good for Mista, so he's going to do as well as he can, inexperience be damned.

And that starts with getting in a position where he won't get a crick in his neck giving a blowjob.]

[Mista makes a soft affirmative noise, but he can't quite help reaching up to brush a few strands of hair out of Shuji's face. As he moves, he occupies himself with thinking about how beautiful Shuji is instead of what he's going to doing in a second.]

[It's not a big shift, though. A couple seconds and he's leaned back against the pillows, eyes on Shuji, legs spread. And he's hard (again, already), because watching Shuji come got him halfway there anyway and now--]

Is this okay?

Edited 2017-10-03 22:39 (UTC)

Perfect. You're perfect.

[Shuji settles in between Mista's legs and wraps a hand around Mista again. He knows if he hesitates his nerves will kick in, so he doesn't wait before leaning down and licking the tip. And then doing it again.

Tastes like - well, skin, and a little like Mista's come. The taste is not the point, and anyway there isn't a taste so awful that it could make Shuji stop right now.]

[Mista can't help but shudder. It's such a light, brief touch, but that makes it harder to keep still, actually; he doesn't have time to get used to it before it's gone, then back, then gone again.]

[He bites down on his lip. He doesn't want to close his eyes, because he already knows Shuji wants to see, and he does, too, but--well, he's never going to be able to look at Shuji's mouth and think PG-13 thoughts again, not after this.]

[Maybe it's worse for Mista, but Shuji needs to get used to the idea. Pretty soon he's moving on to longer licks down the length of it, which is worse/better.

Every so often he looks up at Mista's flushed face, sees him biting his lip because of what Shuji's doing to him, and has to suppress a moan. Mista is utterly perfect, and Shuji is so, so lucky.]

[It's definitely better, although Mista is pretty sure anything Shuji did would be incredible. Shuji is incredible, point blank, so gorgeous and so good and--]

[And Mista is so glad Shuji wanted this, even if the heat of Shuji's mouth and breath is making him squirm and pant already. He's trying to be good and keep still, but it's so hard. He wants to touch or move or something, because it feels good and he's making embarrassing little whining sounds, bit lip or no.]

[It's actually unfair that Mista keeps squirming and whining like that, because it just tells Shuji that Mista is enjoying what he's doing to him and - yes, that's the point, but Shuji feels like he needs to take a minute or two just to deal with how attractive Mista is, and he doesn't think it'd be a very good blowjob if he just stopped in the middle.

So he doesn't stop. Instead he wraps his lips around the head of Mista's cock, and tries to take more in without choking himself in the process, or scraping him with his teeth, or any unpleasant thing. He doesn't have to do anything spectacular, he's pretty sure. Most people won't complain about having their boyfriends blowing them.

He'll figure out how to do spectacular later, because Mista deserves that much.]

[This is a good time to reiterate that Mista is loud. It's hard for him to keep quiet when he's motivated to, and the thing is he already knows Shuji doesn't mind at all. Which means he's not even trying.]

[So when the heat of Shuji's mouth closes around him, the groan he lets out is very loud and very appreciative. Better to focus on keeping still instead of keeping quiet, and Shuji is so good there's no way he can focus on both. His mouth forms silent shapes for a moment or two, and then he reaches down to card his fingers through Shuji's hair so gently and finds his voice again.]

Shuji, fuck, love you-- [And he loses them again, eyes fluttering shut helplessly. Maybe they'll be back.]

[Shuji loves when Mista plays with his hair. Mista knows this, of course - he only has to thread his fingers through Shuji's hair when they're on the couch together to get Shuji to sigh in contentment and snuggle up closer to him.

But Mista playing with Shuji's hair has never previously resulted in a moan wrapped directly around him. Everything that Mista's doing right now - the moans, the words, the motion of his hands, everything says that Shuji is making Mista feel amazing right now, and he couldn't be happier.

He slides down further, about as far as he thinks he can reasonably take it without risking gagging himself, and just focuses on sucking on that much for a moment and resisting the urge to smile.]

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