[ the whine from mafuyu is layered. impatient, needy as he all but grinds down against yuki's cock, despite the clothes, moving on instinct. then viscerally pained as yuki separates them. his hands blindly grasp for him and the little desperate noises mafuyu makes are inconsolable. but then yuki lays him down and the tight anxiety of want uncoils. it's automatic, how mafuyu lifts his hips to help make it easier for yuki to pull his pants down and off, when yuki looks down at him like that, like he's everything he wants. ]
Mmn...ah...ah... please... Yuki--
[ the way mafuyu bites his lower lip to stifle himself is a habit, not because he feels they need to be quiet, just a physical tic he's never quite been able to get rid of. when he's really turned on, when he's this needy, even in the throes of his heat there's often moments where mafuyu is just coherent enough to be a little embarrassed. he's always relieved yuki doesn't take it personally, the way mafuyu's blush still seems the kind of thing that a virgin would have. the way he can't help how wanton his body gets, slick having already ruined his pants and all but gushing down his thighs. it's like he's already come but he hasn't, though the way his whole body vibrates and hums with heat and flush could make it seem that way.
on top, lately mafuyu has been wearing much looser fit things, even for him, and he feels lucky that's his style often anyway and no one thought anything of it. just mafuyu himself, keenly aware anything even a little too close fitted made him too sensitive, his nipples achingly hard at a mere brush of fabric over and over. because up until the appointment he'd been trying to ignore it, he hasn't really looked at himself. how already, even just a bit over a month, his body is getting even softer, a faint faint glow.
others have noticed the glowiness but dismissed it politely. the way people often will think "oh so and so looks really good lately" in an offhand way, not thinking too hard about it. granted, if they ran into him now it would be different, the reasons all cascading into one hugely obvious truth.
well. it's another good reason to have pilfered yuki's clothes, which all hang gently off of mafuyu, collar hanging open now from the way mafuyu was rubbing himself against yuki everywhere he could just moments earlier. and if the way yuki stares down at him is molten, making mafuyu's heart beat faster and his whole body arch softly in a silent beg, then the way mafuyu looks up at him is bright; a clear adoring intersection of relief (he's happy about it, he's not upset, he wants us...), and love like the snow and sea's own personal sun.
grow with me. stay with me. always.
what mafuyu is still not great at with words, for those who know how to give him time and to wait and to see him, there has always been body language. even when he was a more scared timid individual. a small reach for a sleeve so hiiragi wouldn't run across the street at the wrong time. the lingering of his presence because he trusted shizusumi when he helped him more than once with bullies. remembering yuki's favorite drink from the vending machine. little acts. all adding into what his words couldn't do.
now is like that too, mafuyu's heat overwhelming him even if he could find words otherwise, his body asking for him: please.
...they;ll still tease him even when he is...HIIRAGI IM SO SORRY
Mmn...ah...ah... please... Yuki--
[ the way mafuyu bites his lower lip to stifle himself is a habit, not because he feels they need to be quiet, just a physical tic he's never quite been able to get rid of. when he's really turned on, when he's this needy, even in the throes of his heat there's often moments where mafuyu is just coherent enough to be a little embarrassed. he's always relieved yuki doesn't take it personally, the way mafuyu's blush still seems the kind of thing that a virgin would have. the way he can't help how wanton his body gets, slick having already ruined his pants and all but gushing down his thighs. it's like he's already come but he hasn't, though the way his whole body vibrates and hums with heat and flush could make it seem that way.
on top, lately mafuyu has been wearing much looser fit things, even for him, and he feels lucky that's his style often anyway and no one thought anything of it. just mafuyu himself, keenly aware anything even a little too close fitted made him too sensitive, his nipples achingly hard at a mere brush of fabric over and over. because up until the appointment he'd been trying to ignore it, he hasn't really looked at himself. how already, even just a bit over a month, his body is getting even softer, a faint faint glow.
others have noticed the glowiness but dismissed it politely. the way people often will think "oh so and so looks really good lately" in an offhand way, not thinking too hard about it. granted, if they ran into him now it would be different, the reasons all cascading into one hugely obvious truth.
well. it's another good reason to have pilfered yuki's clothes, which all hang gently off of mafuyu, collar hanging open now from the way mafuyu was rubbing himself against yuki everywhere he could just moments earlier. and if the way yuki stares down at him is molten, making mafuyu's heart beat faster and his whole body arch softly in a silent beg, then the way mafuyu looks up at him is bright; a clear adoring intersection of relief (he's happy about it, he's not upset, he wants us...), and love like the snow and sea's own personal sun.
grow with me. stay with me. always.
what mafuyu is still not great at with words, for those who know how to give him time and to wait and to see him, there has always been body language. even when he was a more scared timid individual. a small reach for a sleeve so hiiragi wouldn't run across the street at the wrong time. the lingering of his presence because he trusted shizusumi when he helped him more than once with bullies. remembering yuki's favorite drink from the vending machine. little acts. all adding into what his words couldn't do.
now is like that too, mafuyu's heat overwhelming him even if he could find words otherwise, his body asking for him: please.
please. ]