[ mafuyu's voice climbs octaves in needy, breathless little gasps and whines. his thighs are wet, soaking, and when he feels yuki's fingers there he whines again, begging without begging, melting under his gaze and rekindled all at once.
when he gets like this, he can't help trying to be quiet but also repeatedly failing. his whole body aches for yuki, back arching sharply off the floor as he feels yuki's hands, his nipple hardening even under the faintest brush. his chest hurts and the very brief touch of yuki's palm and fingers elicits a whimper. he's flushed, pink all over, redder in his cheeks, eyes glossy, mouth red and swollen from biting his own lip, mouth now parted because he's gasping for breaths, writhing under yuki in a way that screams his impatience even if he doesn't say anything.
the feeling of yuki touching where his stomach is just starting to show makes him half moan half cry and he bites his lip again, though not long before yuki is kissing him again. even then mafuyu can't seem to stop whimpering with need, hot, heady little noises that thieve into yuki's mouth with the kiss and when the kiss breaks, along the sharp line of his jaw where mafuyu pants unevenly and can't quite stifle his needy sounds as he feels yuki's cock fill him. ]
Mnn..ngh...ah...ahn...Yu-- ah ah mmn--
[ it's instinct, how he tightens around him, shuddering viscerally as he feels him so deep it's hard to breathe. dizzy, wanton, mafuyu has the crazy thought of what if they have more than one? would it be okay? but some of it is just the relief still: that yuki is happy, that yuki wants this one with mafuyu, that yuki even seems pleased that they were able to do this at all. second nature, mafuyu's long legs hitch up at yuki's sides to curl at his waist, and impossibly he feels yuki sink deeper. it's enough to make mafuyu's body jerk off the floor again, sharp and arced and desperate. he's so dizzy he can't see straight, his heart feels too fast. he's in love. more. he doesn't know what else yuki could give him. more. oh. oh he needs -- ]
Yuki -- [ mafuyu's voice breaks, starving. the way he squeezes hard around yuki again says it for him maybe: fill me.
their baby really would be...i hope their kid likes mafuyu The Most LMFDSLK
when he gets like this, he can't help trying to be quiet but also repeatedly failing. his whole body aches for yuki, back arching sharply off the floor as he feels yuki's hands, his nipple hardening even under the faintest brush. his chest hurts and the very brief touch of yuki's palm and fingers elicits a whimper. he's flushed, pink all over, redder in his cheeks, eyes glossy, mouth red and swollen from biting his own lip, mouth now parted because he's gasping for breaths, writhing under yuki in a way that screams his impatience even if he doesn't say anything.
the feeling of yuki touching where his stomach is just starting to show makes him half moan half cry and he bites his lip again, though not long before yuki is kissing him again. even then mafuyu can't seem to stop whimpering with need, hot, heady little noises that thieve into yuki's mouth with the kiss and when the kiss breaks, along the sharp line of his jaw where mafuyu pants unevenly and can't quite stifle his needy sounds as he feels yuki's cock fill him. ]
Mnn..ngh...ah...ahn...Yu-- ah ah mmn--
[ it's instinct, how he tightens around him, shuddering viscerally as he feels him so deep it's hard to breathe. dizzy, wanton, mafuyu has the crazy thought of what if they have more than one? would it be okay? but some of it is just the relief still: that yuki is happy, that yuki wants this one with mafuyu, that yuki even seems pleased that they were able to do this at all. second nature, mafuyu's long legs hitch up at yuki's sides to curl at his waist, and impossibly he feels yuki sink deeper. it's enough to make mafuyu's body jerk off the floor again, sharp and arced and desperate. he's so dizzy he can't see straight, his heart feels too fast. he's in love. more. he doesn't know what else yuki could give him. more. oh. oh he needs -- ]
Yuki -- [ mafuyu's voice breaks, starving. the way he squeezes hard around yuki again says it for him maybe: fill me.
i need you. ]