[ Every movement of their hand plays a new sound, from groans to appreciative sighs as the water flattens his hair, slick and darkened. ]
I love you too.
[ Justy responds as he breaches them, rewards them, with a thumb; thicker and easier to stretch with wide yet shallow circular motions. He pulls gently at their bottom lip between his teeth, water droplets falling from thick lashes above ravenous dark blue as his mouth slides wetly across their jaw.
He's smiling between pants, licking at the shell of their ear before he playfully lays out the rules of this game-- ]
[ hani’s breath catches in their throat at the teasing penetration. breathing then gives way to stifled needy sounds. they try to answer him: ]
’m already - [ the words slurred by distraction as hani pushes back against his hand, trying to work in more of his thumb. their hand slows to a stop. ] - already?
[ … what did he - what are they already doing again?
(one is good, but two is better. want something longer than his thumb.)
their hip rocks with minuscule motions, back and forth. the sound of the stretch is subtle, barely audible over the running water. and subtle - subtle is nice, lovely, but anyone could walk into their apartment and not know the game the two of them are playing. could hear the pop of his thumb dipping out of giving muscle and think nothing of it.
at this point, they want it to unmistakable what is happening here. they start stroking him again, wet and loud, the beat of skin against skin as budding evidence for every glorious act to come. ]
…already… 洗っているよ、一番大切なモノを
[ hand sliding lower and cupping him briefly, an intermission. just soft skin and suds and the heel of their palm pressing in. ]
[ Justy's huff of a word, a laugh, is paired with the sudden stilling of his thumb, pressed deep as the angle allows. His own breathing is shaky, stomach clenching with the effort not to roll his hips faster. His more free hand reaches for Hani's to bring it to his lips. ]
ぼくのすべてを
[ Japanese always makes it simpler to understand when he was feeling this way. ぼく. Not pretty today, but hungry and masculine, all informal comfort with nothing separating these two atoms. He'll kiss the faint taste of soap and his own dick from Hani's palm, before leaning back only enough to let the warm water wash away the soap. To guide Hani's hand over where lathered white like melting lace runs down his chest, stomach, and the jut of heavy heat.
His thumb pulls out, only to be replaced by the abrupt thrust of two fingers, gaze watching the ripples of his attention on Hani's expression. ]
[ a jolt and a gasp that’s just his name, surprised to so suddenly get what they want. hani’s eyes flutters shut as they clench around his fingers, trembling in fits and starts. it feels like… something too good, too pleasurable to the point of discomfort; their hips rocking back and back say they love it, they love it. it’s the way he’s so much bigger than hani physically.
(but he always, always meets them where they are.)
strands of delicate white-blond hair cling and curl to his skin as they press their forehead into his chest, lust-sick. ]
僕のすべてを
[ echoing his words but meaning something else: all of him is all of hani’s. it takes them a moment more to get use to his fingers, then finally, properly run their hands over his body. sides to chest, shoulders and neck, behind and down the landscape of his back. some spots they follow with their lips, closed-mouth kisses when they aren’t moaning wetly against his skin. ]
[ Another sigh, this time of agreement and drawn out into softer sounds by Hani's attention. Good, so good. Justy slips another finger in, plunging deep enough to find his own saliva easing the erratic. Drawing out with a slight curl, he begins a painfully slow rhythm. There's a smile that makes it more to his praise than his face-- ]
いい子。
[ A mirror, of when they were Hani-sama. He keeps them spread open, free hand kneading as much as it is supporting Hani when he backs up. Taking Hani with him, pulling them flush so that only their backside enjoys the flow of warm water. Down and dipping inside, adding warmth and sensation to every slow motion.
Even if Hani's legs were to give out, Justy has them. Steady support, always there for those he loves. Even when it is less obvious. Even when he's joking or flippant or--
But he's not any of those things now. ]
まだ. [ Justy breathes between his own contuinal low noises, but finishes in a lower, firmer tone. ] いかないで。
[ tremors become an insistent full body shiver. this is the kind stretch hani wants, where it’s nearly too many too much, forcing a continuous keening out of them. helplessly flowing out as the water flows in where he keeps them open. if he wants them to be full of him, they will be; if he wants them to be a starving well, they will be. even as they spill through the cracks as he digs deeper and deeper, so that they simply cannot remain full until he wills it.
(and they hope, they know, in brief flickers of clarity that he’ll fill them with love above all else.)
いい子 he says and hani nods, warmed all over by praise and thick fingers. the same pleased flush works up their body to tint their cheeks. they are, they have been. they’re eager to keep being so good for him, if he wants them this needy.
they clench reflexively when he adds his condition. pleasure in their stomach writhes like a restless animal, and outside of it, their dick twitches in response though it’s already leaking, leaning. ]
まだ？
[ mouthed against his skin, ending the second mora with all teeth, hands sliding down again. where haven’t they finished washing him? here? behind, kneading swell and valley, making the skin there slick with suds. ]
[ Justy's wet eyelashes flutter before his eyes close, thickened and sticking to his cheeks at the wandering of Hani's hands. Even blind, he licks to their cheek as his fingers slow. Deep inside them, momentarily frozen and lifting Hani slightly to meet him. So he can find their ear by knowing the plane of their face. ]
上手ですね。
[ He whispers sweetly, delicately, before licking there, swiping over the trickle of hot water and the curve of their ear.
There's no warning before he moves to spin them slow but insistent, pulling them down on to him in one quicker movement; as quick as their ability to take him allows, waiting for the give before pushing more and pulling harder. His free hand reaches for the base of them as they descend. A tight hold, keeping them trapped as he tips them back against him. He takes their weight willingly.
Happily, appreciative, but firm: ] まだ。
Edited (phone to desktop transition lunch to work faceplant) Date: 2023-09-23 06:37 am (UTC)
[ the shock of his tongue on their ear. and then -
finally. finally. ]
あっ、あ………っ
[ it’s so sudden that hani only barely manages to relax enough for the head to pop in, then the rest. large and blunt, the heady pain of something too big not fitting until it does, the friction of skin on skin for the first time. hani can feel the shape of him shift as he nudges inside them, patient and persistent. at parts thicker, at parts longer like an endless push - and he’s still going and going, leaving them panting like he’s pushing the air out of their lungs.
he’s the only one who has touched them this deep, this intimately.
it’s a striking thought.
hani loves it. hani loves him.
and they welcome all of him through brief stretches of tight discomfort, superseded by a satisfaction that’s stomach deep, intense pleasure causing their toes to curl. pushing against the ground, pushing back onto him until their hips are flushed.
they hear ‘not yet’ and they half nod, vague and delirious with pleasure. though their body is already working around him, pulses of muscle keeping him in, pushing him out just a bit and then shifting back for more in little rocks. their hand blindly reaches for his wrist, holding on tight, unconsciously mimicking the feel of him around them.
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Date: 2023-09-15 02:10 pm (UTC)I love you too.
[ Justy responds as he breaches them, rewards them, with a thumb; thicker and easier to stretch with wide yet shallow circular motions. He pulls gently at their bottom lip between his teeth, water droplets falling from thick lashes above ravenous dark blue as his mouth slides wetly across their jaw.
He's smiling between pants, licking at the shell of their ear before he playfully lays out the rules of this game-- ]
いれてほしいの前に, 洗わなければならない。
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Date: 2023-09-16 01:28 am (UTC)’m already - [ the words slurred by distraction as hani pushes back against his hand, trying to work in more of his thumb. their hand slows to a stop. ] - already?
[ … what did he - what are they already doing again?
(one is good, but two is better. want something longer than his thumb.)
their hip rocks with minuscule motions, back and forth. the sound of the stretch is subtle, barely audible over the running water. and subtle - subtle is nice, lovely, but anyone could walk into their apartment and not know the game the two of them are playing. could hear the pop of his thumb dipping out of giving muscle and think nothing of it.
at this point, they want it to unmistakable what is happening here. they start stroking him again, wet and loud, the beat of skin against skin as budding evidence for every glorious act to come. ]
…already… 洗っているよ、一番大切なモノを
[ hand sliding lower and cupping him briefly, an intermission. just soft skin and suds and the heel of their palm pressing in. ]
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Date: 2023-09-16 02:27 pm (UTC)[ Justy's huff of a word, a laugh, is paired with the sudden stilling of his thumb, pressed deep as the angle allows. His own breathing is shaky, stomach clenching with the effort not to roll his hips faster. His more free hand reaches for Hani's to bring it to his lips. ]
ぼくのすべてを
[ Japanese always makes it simpler to understand when he was feeling this way. ぼく. Not pretty today, but hungry and masculine, all informal comfort with nothing separating these two atoms. He'll kiss the faint taste of soap and his own dick from Hani's palm, before leaning back only enough to let the warm water wash away the soap. To guide Hani's hand over where lathered white like melting lace runs down his chest, stomach, and the jut of heavy heat.
His thumb pulls out, only to be replaced by the abrupt thrust of two fingers, gaze watching the ripples of his attention on Hani's expression. ]
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Date: 2023-09-17 12:59 am (UTC)(but he always, always meets them where they are.)
strands of delicate white-blond hair cling and curl to his skin as they press their forehead into his chest, lust-sick. ]
僕のすべてを
[ echoing his words but meaning something else: all of him is all of hani’s. it takes them a moment more to get use to his fingers, then finally, properly run their hands over his body. sides to chest, shoulders and neck, behind and down the landscape of his back. some spots they follow with their lips, closed-mouth kisses when they aren’t moaning wetly against his skin. ]
いい？
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Date: 2023-09-18 12:01 am (UTC)[ Another sigh, this time of agreement and drawn out into softer sounds by Hani's attention. Good, so good. Justy slips another finger in, plunging deep enough to find his own saliva easing the erratic. Drawing out with a slight curl, he begins a painfully slow rhythm. There's a smile that makes it more to his praise than his face-- ]
いい子。
[ A mirror, of when they were Hani-sama. He keeps them spread open, free hand kneading as much as it is supporting Hani when he backs up. Taking Hani with him, pulling them flush so that only their backside enjoys the flow of warm water. Down and dipping inside, adding warmth and sensation to every slow motion.
Even if Hani's legs were to give out, Justy has them. Steady support, always there for those he loves. Even when it is less obvious. Even when he's joking or flippant or--
But he's not any of those things now. ]
まだ. [ Justy breathes between his own contuinal low noises, but finishes in a lower, firmer tone. ] いかないで。
[ What a fun game. ]
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Date: 2023-09-21 03:19 pm (UTC)(and they hope, they know, in brief flickers of clarity that he’ll fill them with love above all else.)
いい子 he says and hani nods, warmed all over by praise and thick fingers. the same pleased flush works up their body to tint their cheeks. they are, they have been. they’re eager to keep being so good for him, if he wants them this needy.
they clench reflexively when he adds his condition. pleasure in their stomach writhes like a restless animal, and outside of it, their dick twitches in response though it’s already leaking, leaning. ]
まだ？
[ mouthed against his skin, ending the second mora with all teeth, hands sliding down again. where haven’t they finished washing him? here? behind, kneading swell and valley, making the skin there slick with suds. ]
い、いつ？
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Date: 2023-09-23 06:28 am (UTC)上手ですね。
[ He whispers sweetly, delicately, before licking there, swiping over the trickle of hot water and the curve of their ear.
There's no warning before he moves to spin them slow but insistent, pulling them down on to him in one quicker movement; as quick as their ability to take him allows, waiting for the give before pushing more and pulling harder. His free hand reaches for the base of them as they descend. A tight hold, keeping them trapped as he tips them back against him. He takes their weight willingly.
Happily, appreciative, but firm: ] まだ。
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Date: 2023-09-23 03:58 pm (UTC)finally. finally. ]
あっ、あ………っ
[ it’s so sudden that hani only barely manages to relax enough for the head to pop in, then the rest. large and blunt, the heady pain of something too big not fitting until it does, the friction of skin on skin for the first time. hani can feel the shape of him shift as he nudges inside them, patient and persistent. at parts thicker, at parts longer like an endless push - and he’s still going and going, leaving them panting like he’s pushing the air out of their lungs.
he’s the only one who has touched them this deep, this intimately.
it’s a striking thought.
hani loves it. hani loves him.
and they welcome all of him through brief stretches of tight discomfort, superseded by a satisfaction that’s stomach deep, intense pleasure causing their toes to curl. pushing against the ground, pushing back onto him until their hips are flushed.
they hear ‘not yet’ and they half nod, vague and delirious with pleasure. though their body is already working around him, pulses of muscle keeping him in, pushing him out just a bit and then shifting back for more in little rocks. their hand blindly reaches for his wrist, holding on tight, unconsciously mimicking the feel of him around them.
stay here. stay this close. ]