[ …… cute. He can’t help it. Despite all petty intention to keep up his feline distaste, the way Matoba moves and sounds is cute. Rokurou’s finger flexes every time the other man gets loud, wanting to drag more out of him. Lips grind, tongue kneads, and the grip over Matoba’s erection pumps along its curve and squeezes at the tip. It’s easier to tell what he likes with the tail lashing over his head. It moves more erratically the more Matoba enjoys it—not to mention the rumble from Matoba’s throat every time he finds a sweet spot.
That finger drives inside. Coaxes, with the forward grind of the tip, knuckle twisting beneath that greedy clutch of muscle. What a little slut… Rokurou smiles, mouth ticking up at the corners as he studies the way Matoba’s ass begs for more. His own cock pangs with arousal, too soon, but willing despite having just finished before.
But there’s no time to work up and fuck this slutty hole. He’s learned Matoba’s body too well. A pulse of tension threads through the other man, one that Rokurou can feel beneath his palms. Knows, a second before Matoba comes, that he’s there—though there’s no time to save himself from the mess. Semen leaks down his chest, sticky and thick, staining the sheets alongside his chest.
They’re both filthy. Rokurou rolls the now dead-weight Matoba over onto the bed to bask in his afterglow as he grabs a towel from the nightstand. After clicking his tongue, he leans over to press a kiss against Matoba’s sweaty temple. ]
I’ll indulge you just this once.
[ While Matoba dozes in feline heaven, Rokurou will take care of cleaning the both of them and the bed. Happy birthday, you brat. ]
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That finger drives inside. Coaxes, with the forward grind of the tip, knuckle twisting beneath that greedy clutch of muscle. What a little slut… Rokurou smiles, mouth ticking up at the corners as he studies the way Matoba’s ass begs for more. His own cock pangs with arousal, too soon, but willing despite having just finished before.
But there’s no time to work up and fuck this slutty hole. He’s learned Matoba’s body too well. A pulse of tension threads through the other man, one that Rokurou can feel beneath his palms. Knows, a second before Matoba comes, that he’s there—though there’s no time to save himself from the mess. Semen leaks down his chest, sticky and thick, staining the sheets alongside his chest.
They’re both filthy. Rokurou rolls the now dead-weight Matoba over onto the bed to bask in his afterglow as he grabs a towel from the nightstand. After clicking his tongue, he leans over to press a kiss against Matoba’s sweaty temple. ]
I’ll indulge you just this once.
[ While Matoba dozes in feline heaven, Rokurou will take care of cleaning the both of them and the bed. Happy birthday, you brat. ]