[ only with yuki does mafuyu want to do any of this, but also only with yuki is there enough trust. to feel. to be felt. to let go enough. there have been other times where yuki did tease him, made him wait. mafuyu all but sobs when that happens, begs and clings and whimpers and reaches and it feels strangely good even being denied. some of it is only because part of mafuyu knows yuki will give, eventually. it might not be the same experience if he didn't know or trust. but he does, can't turn that instinct off any more than his love. he flushes bright and pink when he gets like that, yuki edging him until mafuyu can only cry out his name over and over mingled with please please i need i need.
but right now it's more than enough too: yuki finally starting to move and saying his name and moving faster, each slight push and friction making little noises steal from mafuyu's parted lips. he whines when he hears those words, moaning and turning his head away, his too long hair partially matted to his skin with sweat, the rest fallen astrewn along the line of his pale neck. he's gasping, as if out of breath, as if unable to catch it, but the way he grips yuki, the way his chest heaves, is nothing but a plea for more. ]
Mn...yeah...yes...ah...I need...mmn--
[ somehow he slips his arms up and over yuki's shoulders. the office is drowned in their scents but mafuyu has forgotten where they are. all he sees, all he feels is yuki. it doesn't matter to him right now that much of what his body is demanding is impossible right now. what matters is how yuki promises to give it to him anyway. unfortunately, his body is also a little weak right now, and his legs slip from where they were hooked at yuki's waist. the heat helps, leaving mafuyu deeply pliant, his legs spread open still enough to let yuki fuck him as deep as ever, and when he peers up at him it's from under long lashes, darker for how wet they are. he's ended tearing up anyway, blinking hazily, his whole scent surging around yuki and blooming as if it's the first time. ]
mafuyu like let's play all together okay? LMFDKLS ;;
but right now it's more than enough too: yuki finally starting to move and saying his name and moving faster, each slight push and friction making little noises steal from mafuyu's parted lips. he whines when he hears those words, moaning and turning his head away, his too long hair partially matted to his skin with sweat, the rest fallen astrewn along the line of his pale neck. he's gasping, as if out of breath, as if unable to catch it, but the way he grips yuki, the way his chest heaves, is nothing but a plea for more. ]
Mn...yeah...yes...ah...I need...mmn--
[ somehow he slips his arms up and over yuki's shoulders. the office is drowned in their scents but mafuyu has forgotten where they are. all he sees, all he feels is yuki. it doesn't matter to him right now that much of what his body is demanding is impossible right now. what matters is how yuki promises to give it to him anyway. unfortunately, his body is also a little weak right now, and his legs slip from where they were hooked at yuki's waist. the heat helps, leaving mafuyu deeply pliant, his legs spread open still enough to let yuki fuck him as deep as ever, and when he peers up at him it's from under long lashes, darker for how wet they are. he's ended tearing up anyway, blinking hazily, his whole scent surging around yuki and blooming as if it's the first time. ]