[ for instance, right now: he hums a quiet noise of approval at the way tomura's back arches, putting the lithe lines of his body on display. his hands move all over, up tomura's thighs to grip his ass, then along the sharp juts of his hips and the narrow dip of his waist, open enjoyment and attraction in every gesture as hua cheng's gaze follows every place his hands touch.
when tomura speaks, though, hua cheng's gaze flicks up to meet his, and his grin is immediate and broad. ]
So full of good ideas, [ hua cheng says; then, after a beat, he presses his palm lightly to the slight bulge of tomura's lower belly and says, ] as well as my cum.
[ god, tomura's hot. maybe hua cheng will eat him out twice just for good measure. for now, though, he happily leans back against the pillows again, lowering his head to make it easier for tomura to turn around and back up to his mouth. ]
[ Will he ever stop being disconcerted by the enjoyment Hua Cheng seems to get, just out of touching his body? It almost makes him a little nervous, makes him wonder if he's blowing Hua Cheng's appreciation out of proportion—there are few things worse than overestimating one's value to another person—but, however strange it is, it seems that his read is right this time. That really only makes these moments more unbelieveable, coaxing a small quirk of his lips in response to Hua Cheng's grin.
That look makes Hua Cheng quite attractive himself, as if he needs the additional help—but the almost boyish excitement makes for a certain impression different than his collected demeanor. It doesn't take long, however, for Tomura's feelings to take a different turn, huffing through his nose as he lightly swats Hua Cheng's hand away from his belly. ]
Not necessary, [ he complains. Though he gets the appeal, is even drawn to it, of leaving an encounter with the reminder of another's essence inside him, he can only wonder about the appeal of seeing one's partner, heavy and swollen.
Regardless, he eases himself up to clamber around Hua Cheng's body, ending with his legs spread on either side of the other's head. At least flipped this way, his faint embarrassment at this slightly adventurous position can't be seen—he's keenly aware of the slick mess between his thighs and dripping out of his hole, the weight of the cum inside him settling with this shift in gravity. It's easier then, to focus on the sight in front of him: Hua Cheng's firm thighs, the jut of his cock, hard and flushed and leaking. No less a tempting sight for him. Taking the hefty length in one hand, supporting himself with the other, Tomura leans in to swipe his tongue over the wet tip, tasting the heady flavor of precum and their fluids intermingled. ]
[ if tomura himself sees the appeal of being this full, is it any wonder that hua cheng sees an appeal in making him that way? the protestation only makes hua cheng grin, but he allows his hand to be batted away in favor of tomura shifting and turning to present his ass to hua cheng instead.
indeed, he is a proper mess. lube and sweat have left his skin glistening wet in places, and when he shifts to lean forward, some of hua cheng's cum drips from his entrance and down his perineum, over his balls before hua cheng catches it with one thumb and pushes it back up and into his hole. honestly, it would probably piss hua cheng off to know that tomura finds it unbelievable that anyone could be this attracted to him, because just the sight of him right now is enough to make his cock twitch noticeably in tomura's hand just before he leans down to lick over the tip. ]
Fuck, [ hua cheng murmurs at the momentary burst of sensation, his legs shifting slightly to spread his thighs and make room. ] That's good...
[ and better if he returns the favor. hua cheng puts his hands on tomura's hips to guide him, coaxing his hips down until hua cheng can just tilt his head back a little and lick directly over the mess of tomura's ass, tasting sweat-salty skin and his own cum. there's no hesitation in him at all; he immediately sets about teasing tomura's entrance, his tongue flicking playfully against the sensitive ring of muscle before delving inside, first in shallow thrusts and then in deeper ones until he's eating tomura out avariciously and with enthusiasm. ]
[ Aside from his moments of surprise, any disapproval from others—real or imagined—hardly occupies his mind at all. All that matters is that his current partner is into it, and as strange as that might seem to him, Tomura isn't going to put a damper on his own enjoyment. It's difficult to have a choice in the matter anyway, as a sensitive burst of pleasure courses through his body once more at the feel of Hua Cheng's finger chasing a drop of cum along his backside, pushing it back inside him. Despite his comparative sluggishness against Hua Cheng's arousal-addled state, the hint of a prelude coaxes a pool of warmth to gather again, sitting low in his belly.
Hua Cheng's murmur of approval sets off a buzz of a different kind of pleasure, one a bit more intellectual and smug. There's not much time for him to simmer in that feeling before his mind fizzles out to the sensation of pliable and wet against his hole. Having only briefly tasted it before, there's still an element of unfamiliarity to it—but with unfamiliarity, also excitement. His hips squirm slightly in Hua Cheng's hold, his thighs tense with the new stimulation; instinctively, his hole clenches against the flexible intrusion of Hua Cheng's tongue, wanting to feel it more. It's different than taking fingers or a cock; it doesn't sink as deep, but the friction and the movement tease more intensely at his rim, making his toes curl and his cock start to drip.
It takes a second or two for him to gather his own bearings. He's sunk lower over Hua Cheng's cock, has the head of it pressing into his cheek, muffling the quiet noise of pleasure when the other man's tongue had pushed inside him. Now, he curls his tongue around Hua Cheng's shaft and grinds the tip into the slick warmth of his mouth, before pulling back with a suck. As he separates, a mess of saliva and precum drools from his lips, staining and messing his chin and Hua Cheng's dick, wet and filthy; if anything, that simply entices him more, and Tomura wastes no time in lowering himself again. His lips and tongue pillow the other man's cock as he properly takes it into his mouth, gliding down to a point just before discomfort where he can begin to bob his head, his hand stroking the length he hasn't taken. ]
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when tomura speaks, though, hua cheng's gaze flicks up to meet his, and his grin is immediate and broad. ]
So full of good ideas, [ hua cheng says; then, after a beat, he presses his palm lightly to the slight bulge of tomura's lower belly and says, ] as well as my cum.
[ god, tomura's hot. maybe hua cheng will eat him out twice just for good measure. for now, though, he happily leans back against the pillows again, lowering his head to make it easier for tomura to turn around and back up to his mouth. ]
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That look makes Hua Cheng quite attractive himself, as if he needs the additional help—but the almost boyish excitement makes for a certain impression different than his collected demeanor. It doesn't take long, however, for Tomura's feelings to take a different turn, huffing through his nose as he lightly swats Hua Cheng's hand away from his belly. ]
Not necessary, [ he complains. Though he gets the appeal, is even drawn to it, of leaving an encounter with the reminder of another's essence inside him, he can only wonder about the appeal of seeing one's partner, heavy and swollen.
Regardless, he eases himself up to clamber around Hua Cheng's body, ending with his legs spread on either side of the other's head. At least flipped this way, his faint embarrassment at this slightly adventurous position can't be seen—he's keenly aware of the slick mess between his thighs and dripping out of his hole, the weight of the cum inside him settling with this shift in gravity. It's easier then, to focus on the sight in front of him: Hua Cheng's firm thighs, the jut of his cock, hard and flushed and leaking. No less a tempting sight for him. Taking the hefty length in one hand, supporting himself with the other, Tomura leans in to swipe his tongue over the wet tip, tasting the heady flavor of precum and their fluids intermingled. ]
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indeed, he is a proper mess. lube and sweat have left his skin glistening wet in places, and when he shifts to lean forward, some of hua cheng's cum drips from his entrance and down his perineum, over his balls before hua cheng catches it with one thumb and pushes it back up and into his hole. honestly, it would probably piss hua cheng off to know that tomura finds it unbelievable that anyone could be this attracted to him, because just the sight of him right now is enough to make his cock twitch noticeably in tomura's hand just before he leans down to lick over the tip. ]
Fuck, [ hua cheng murmurs at the momentary burst of sensation, his legs shifting slightly to spread his thighs and make room. ] That's good...
[ and better if he returns the favor. hua cheng puts his hands on tomura's hips to guide him, coaxing his hips down until hua cheng can just tilt his head back a little and lick directly over the mess of tomura's ass, tasting sweat-salty skin and his own cum. there's no hesitation in him at all; he immediately sets about teasing tomura's entrance, his tongue flicking playfully against the sensitive ring of muscle before delving inside, first in shallow thrusts and then in deeper ones until he's eating tomura out avariciously and with enthusiasm. ]
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Hua Cheng's murmur of approval sets off a buzz of a different kind of pleasure, one a bit more intellectual and smug. There's not much time for him to simmer in that feeling before his mind fizzles out to the sensation of pliable and wet against his hole. Having only briefly tasted it before, there's still an element of unfamiliarity to it—but with unfamiliarity, also excitement. His hips squirm slightly in Hua Cheng's hold, his thighs tense with the new stimulation; instinctively, his hole clenches against the flexible intrusion of Hua Cheng's tongue, wanting to feel it more. It's different than taking fingers or a cock; it doesn't sink as deep, but the friction and the movement tease more intensely at his rim, making his toes curl and his cock start to drip.
It takes a second or two for him to gather his own bearings. He's sunk lower over Hua Cheng's cock, has the head of it pressing into his cheek, muffling the quiet noise of pleasure when the other man's tongue had pushed inside him. Now, he curls his tongue around Hua Cheng's shaft and grinds the tip into the slick warmth of his mouth, before pulling back with a suck. As he separates, a mess of saliva and precum drools from his lips, staining and messing his chin and Hua Cheng's dick, wet and filthy; if anything, that simply entices him more, and Tomura wastes no time in lowering himself again. His lips and tongue pillow the other man's cock as he properly takes it into his mouth, gliding down to a point just before discomfort where he can begin to bob his head, his hand stroking the length he hasn't taken. ]