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tadaima okaeri au for northmagnet
[ as far as an omega's life goes, mafuyu's has been pretty easy. childhood was its own trouble, but even that brought him the gift some people never receive: his first friend who was his best friend who turned out to be his soulmate. the handful of scars he has are moon white having healed long ago: upper right arm, across his back, and one that looks like a peculiar birthmark against the right side of his stomach. that his father hadn't wanted children was bad enough, and then for his supposed son to be born an omega made it worse. they never really talked about it, but mafuyu guesses it was yuki's mom who called the authorities on him. truth be told, he did not know how he felt about it. a little relieved. it meant his mom was safe. he remembers much clearer: the warmth of yuki's hand around his, how he tightened it as if to say don't worry.
sometimes it's weird. yuki is nothing short of a local star edging on that threshold of something bigger and brighter and so alarmingly compelling it makes mafuyu dizzy sometimes. especially when yuki comes back from a show -- the adrenaline and charisma of a shooting star and often the heat of it is focused then entirely on the one who belongs to him. lately, there are more and more shows mafuyu has missed, and he feels badly about it. truly, mafuyu tries to attend as many as he can, but his job keeps him fairly busy -- assistant to a young designer. it means he often gets castoff samples and people think he's better off than he is in the workforce. it means yuki gets some too, but mafuyu never forces him to wear them. it's just, if something is offered to him, and it reminds him of yuki, he'll bring it home and drape it over his preferred chair or fold it neatly on his side of the bed. if yuki happens to wear it, mafuyu's eyes will sparkle in a way not many people have seen.
their days are like this. domestic but a little not. people recognize mafuyu from yuki's socials. he gets stopped in the street apropos of nothing, feels awkward but his core kindness wins out even if sometimes he says things that make people double-take. hiiragi teases him if it ends up on trending things, which sometimes it does. shizu-chan tells him to be careful. syh's popularity is only growing. hiiragi and shizusumi have their own followings, and of course, the band as a whole.
sometimes mafuyu feels a little...
well. no. he's not lonely.
right?
certainly not alone.
right now, mafuyu does not feel that quiet sad heavy feeling anyway though. his scent, like something clean and soft, is bright and there's a faint blush stained across his cheeks. this could be chalked up to the change of seasons, cold enough to see your breath hang in the air whether by the sea or in the heart of the city. but it's not the temperature. the polar opposite of being left behind or too separate, mafuyu feels very much a part of yuki. it might be silly, the sweep of joy he feels at seeing him wearing mafuyu's scarf on a tv spot. no one else knows. well, hyper-fans probably do. but mostly, it's mafuyu. hiiragi. shizusumi. it's this he's thinking of when, somewhat out of the blue, a wave of nausea sweeps through him. when he gets home, it's the first time ever he's relieved yuki is out tonight for another live. mafuyu throws up until sweat mats his shirt to his back. his smell is thick in the bathroom and even most of the apartment. his brow knits. weird.
but it seems to pass.
except it happens again the next day, and the next, and the next. and there are other things too. he's insanely tired. one night, after one of yuki's lives he actually made it to, he falls asleep standing up against the back wall and wakes up to hiiragi chewing him out for it (transparently clear he's just worried and a little alarmed.) his body aches, his chest is sore and he conflates that with his heart. it's the last mis-diagnosis that has him actually going to a doctor.
the real cause elicits a quiet "Oh, I see. Thank you."
.
days go by in too much of a flurry, autumn leaves, guitar chords -- a whirlwind of love and anxiety though all of it seems to shine.
syh's latest single charted very high. yuki is extremely busy. and on top of it all mafuyu is faced with a very frightening truth: they've never talked about this. he can already hear hiiragi asking: how?! because for most pairs mated as long as yuki and mafuyu, it would have come up. but it's mafuyu's fault probably, for having so much trouble with words to begin with. and then there's the naturalness of yuki in his life, a puzzle piece completed by himself. it's what makes their few fights so bad, having very little language or processes in place to handle them like normal people. and now this?
he has to tell him. it's not a decision mafuyu would dare make on his own. over and over, he goes through the many ways he might do this, and looks for an optimal time; none of it seems right.
.
perhaps it's lucky then that one night at around the same time yuki comes back from practice, mafuyu isn't home even though he always, always is. truth be told: after another spell of nausea and sick, mafuyu fell asleep at his desk in the designer's office. he'd told himself he would just rest his eyes for a moment, but then fell asleep for real. he had meant to even text yuki in case he was running late, so he wouldn't worry, but the phone rests in his limp hand curled in his lap. ]
sometimes it's weird. yuki is nothing short of a local star edging on that threshold of something bigger and brighter and so alarmingly compelling it makes mafuyu dizzy sometimes. especially when yuki comes back from a show -- the adrenaline and charisma of a shooting star and often the heat of it is focused then entirely on the one who belongs to him. lately, there are more and more shows mafuyu has missed, and he feels badly about it. truly, mafuyu tries to attend as many as he can, but his job keeps him fairly busy -- assistant to a young designer. it means he often gets castoff samples and people think he's better off than he is in the workforce. it means yuki gets some too, but mafuyu never forces him to wear them. it's just, if something is offered to him, and it reminds him of yuki, he'll bring it home and drape it over his preferred chair or fold it neatly on his side of the bed. if yuki happens to wear it, mafuyu's eyes will sparkle in a way not many people have seen.
their days are like this. domestic but a little not. people recognize mafuyu from yuki's socials. he gets stopped in the street apropos of nothing, feels awkward but his core kindness wins out even if sometimes he says things that make people double-take. hiiragi teases him if it ends up on trending things, which sometimes it does. shizu-chan tells him to be careful. syh's popularity is only growing. hiiragi and shizusumi have their own followings, and of course, the band as a whole.
sometimes mafuyu feels a little...
well. no. he's not lonely.
right?
certainly not alone.
right now, mafuyu does not feel that quiet sad heavy feeling anyway though. his scent, like something clean and soft, is bright and there's a faint blush stained across his cheeks. this could be chalked up to the change of seasons, cold enough to see your breath hang in the air whether by the sea or in the heart of the city. but it's not the temperature. the polar opposite of being left behind or too separate, mafuyu feels very much a part of yuki. it might be silly, the sweep of joy he feels at seeing him wearing mafuyu's scarf on a tv spot. no one else knows. well, hyper-fans probably do. but mostly, it's mafuyu. hiiragi. shizusumi. it's this he's thinking of when, somewhat out of the blue, a wave of nausea sweeps through him. when he gets home, it's the first time ever he's relieved yuki is out tonight for another live. mafuyu throws up until sweat mats his shirt to his back. his smell is thick in the bathroom and even most of the apartment. his brow knits. weird.
but it seems to pass.
except it happens again the next day, and the next, and the next. and there are other things too. he's insanely tired. one night, after one of yuki's lives he actually made it to, he falls asleep standing up against the back wall and wakes up to hiiragi chewing him out for it (transparently clear he's just worried and a little alarmed.) his body aches, his chest is sore and he conflates that with his heart. it's the last mis-diagnosis that has him actually going to a doctor.
the real cause elicits a quiet "Oh, I see. Thank you."
.
days go by in too much of a flurry, autumn leaves, guitar chords -- a whirlwind of love and anxiety though all of it seems to shine.
syh's latest single charted very high. yuki is extremely busy. and on top of it all mafuyu is faced with a very frightening truth: they've never talked about this. he can already hear hiiragi asking: how?! because for most pairs mated as long as yuki and mafuyu, it would have come up. but it's mafuyu's fault probably, for having so much trouble with words to begin with. and then there's the naturalness of yuki in his life, a puzzle piece completed by himself. it's what makes their few fights so bad, having very little language or processes in place to handle them like normal people. and now this?
he has to tell him. it's not a decision mafuyu would dare make on his own. over and over, he goes through the many ways he might do this, and looks for an optimal time; none of it seems right.
.
perhaps it's lucky then that one night at around the same time yuki comes back from practice, mafuyu isn't home even though he always, always is. truth be told: after another spell of nausea and sick, mafuyu fell asleep at his desk in the designer's office. he'd told himself he would just rest his eyes for a moment, but then fell asleep for real. he had meant to even text yuki in case he was running late, so he wouldn't worry, but the phone rests in his limp hand curled in his lap. ]
mafuyu like ??? yuki laughing at him...poor hiiragi
fortunately for both of them, the omega seems more embarrassed than curious, only looking around a little more before grabbing what he came for off of his desk -- one row over, too close for comfort -- and leaving. but it seems to take ages for him to walk back to the elevators, for the elevator to come, for it to ding closed behind him. his faint traces of wafting scent like eucalyptus all disappears, utterly overwhelmed in seconds by yuki's, hints of mafuyu's in traces all around.
though he's managed to maintain being still, being good, mafuyu has started to shudder. though it isn't a real heat, it reads like one in every sense. if he's honest, mafuyu never paid that much attention to how this works. he has the dizzying curiosity if even already pregnant yuki could give him another. it's enough to make him whine against his shoulder, breaking a little as his hips push down, like he's trying to take yuki's whole beautiful hand inside. they're already impossibly close but mafuyu's need is blinding. he tries to arch into and against yuki as if molding their bodies to each other's shape, another soft moan at the relief in his chest, sore as it's become recently. touch. he needs to be touched.
claimed.
missed you, he thinks and mumbles out loud without realizing it. so much. ]
Ah -- !
[ warm, warmer, warmest. mafuyu burns in yuki's embrace, a refrain of love and want and relief all at once. please he says again and this time it's begging. he can't help it. ]
lmaoooo for real, he always has to suffer... just imagine when HE'S the one who's pregnant lol
thankfully, this isn't really much of a problem at all. it would be embarrassing to get caught, of course, and mafuyu might get a talking-to, but yuki doesn't think he'd lose his job or anything - especially if he explained the situation. yuki would, of course, eagerly take all the blame. after all, if he hadn't come to pick mafuyu up, they wouldn't be splayed out across the office floor, would they?
the assistant steps closer, closer, and for a brief second yuki thinks they'll be seen - but then the footsteps are moving away and he lets out a deep, tense breath, before burying his face in mafuyu's shoulder and laughing silently. ]
Close one, [ he whispers, still making sure to keep his voice down - the assistant is still on the same floor as them, after all - and then he steals mafuyu's lips in a hungry kiss before he can respond.
it's a good thing mafuyu has incredible self-control even in his current state, because the second the elevator dings, the second it's clear they're alone again, mafuyu presses himself down against yuki and the cry it draws from the blond's throat is so loud and visceral there's no way it would go unheard. ]
Fuck, baby, you feel so good --
[ they aren't even naked yet and yuki's already way past turned on, his cock aching where it's trapped beneath fabric and the overwhelming heat of mafuyu's body. it doesn't take much for yuki to notice, also, that mafuyu seems to be rubbing his chest up against yuki in a very particular way, and that makes him wonder... ]
C'mere, cutie.
[ he's grinning as he pulls his hand out of mafuyu's pants, wiggling a little as he grasps his omega's hips and - disappointingly - separates them from one another. it's only for a moment, though; yuki very quickly guides mafuyu to lie down on his back, then goes about grabbing at the hem of his pants to tug them down and off. ]
Gonna take you just like this, [ he's murmuring, almost more to himself than to mafuyu. he sits back on his heels, eyes dark, molten gold as he stares down at the miles of mafuyu's exposed skin, hands moving to unzip his jeans. ] Missed your sweet little pussy so much, Mafuyu, fuck...
[ it's lewd, but he always gets like this when they have sex, especially this kind of sex. hot, needy, desperate. yuki rarely goes into rut - it's just not in his genes - but when he does, he all but loses himself in mafuyu. he doesn't need to rut to get into that kind of headspace, not when mafuyu's begging so sweetly. ]
...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. ]
THEY REALLY WOULD POOR HIIRAGI T_T but his & shizu's baby would be a literal angel i bet lmao
watching mafuyu try to quiet himself is hot too, even though yuki always wants to hear him loud and unashamed. it's a sweet thing, innocent, something mafuyu never seems to be able to shed no matter how many times they do this sort of thing. even now, with a baby in his belly... fuck. the scent of his slick is powerful now, too, freed as mafuyu is from the confines of his clothing, and yuki stares with a glittering smirk as more of it surges out. there's so much... his fingers reach for it instinctively, collecting some of it in order to bring it up to his lips, tongue darting out to taste it as his eyes flick up to meet mafuyu's.
he looks impossibly enticing like this, half-naked and flushed, his loose shirt rumpled and hanging off of him from all the rubbing. yuki kind of wants to take him like this but another idea pushes its way to the forefront of his mind: he takes his free hand and pushes at the hem of mafuyu's (his) shirt, up, up, past beautiful pale skin, exposing his tummy and chest. it's only when mafuyu's nipples come into view that yuki's hand shifts, fingertips gliding over the smooth skin of mafuyu's pecs, pressing gently into the swollen flesh there. a heated sigh heaves from him as his hand keeps going, thumb brushing over a nipple gently before down, down, retracing its earlier path, until --
oh.
oh, mafuyu's stomach is... ]
Fuck, [ he breathes, and the way his voice cracks halfway through is more than enough to give away the depth of emotion he's experiencing in this moment.
mafuyu's belly is already slightly swollen. barely noticeable, impossible through his clothing, but here, like this? laid out before yuki the way he's done so many times before? there's no possible way yuki's eyes would miss it.
the sound that rises in his throat now is a new one: love and possession and pride and hunger. mine, that noise says; you're mine. forever and ever and ever. this is the proof.
mafuyu's body is begging and yuki can never say no, not even when he's in his right mind and not entirely taken over by hormones. he doesn't utter a single coherent word as he positions himself, shoving his own pants down just enough so he can pull himself out, dick achingly hard and dripping precum. he leans down over mafuyu, caging him between his elbows, and catches soft lips in a kiss so deep and needy you'd think they hadn't seen each other for years.
then, easier than anything, he lines himself up and slides in. mafuyu is wet, impossibly hot and wet and ready, and yet somehow he feels just as tight as the first time they did this years and years ago. it's enough to draw a shuddering gasp out of yuki that's muffled by mafuyu's hair as he presses deep, deeper, all the way, until he's buried completely inside his omega. ]
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. ]
POOR HIIRAGI LMAO he can't catch a break 😭 his baby will be like "i wanna play with uncle mafuyu!
mafuyu seems so far gone already and yuki hasn't even started moving - he can't, not right away, because mafuyu gets so tight all yuki can do is shudder and force himself to calm down a little, lest he come unwound right then and there. the press of soft lips against his skin draws his attention up and away and yuki laughs, breathless, suddenly sharply aware that they're having sex on the floor of mafuyu's office. ]
Fuckin' amazing, [ he bites out, nuzzling against mafuyu's shoulder and cheek. legs wrap around his waist and he groans as he's pushed deeper, hips shifting so he can grind into mafuyu indulgently, no space left between them. a cruel instinct rises in his chest, one that tells him to tease mafuyu, make him wait until he's crying and begging, but when he hears the other say his name like that --
Yuki. ]
Shit --
[ he curses under his breath as he starts to move, pulling back before sliding back in, not too fast just yet because he doesn't want to accidentally hurt mafuyu. it's not like yuki's that big, not compared to some other alphas, but he isn't small either, and with the way mafuyu is squeezing so tight all around him there's definitely the danger that yuki might be a little too aggressive. ]
Mafuyu, [ he says, and in those syllables are so many meanings: I love you. I want you. Thank you for telling me. Thank you for giving me this chance. You're the only one I want to do this with. ]
Gonna fill you up, [ he promises, starting to move quicker now as he feels mafuyu's slick coating his length, all friction disappearing. ] Gonna put my knot in you. Gonna pump you full --
[ he's gone a little crazy, too, because his own mind is filled with thoughts of breeding mafuyu, of giving him multiples, no matter how impossible it might be. ]
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. ]
meanwhile yuki just laughing his head off in the background djkhgdfgjh i love these boys AUGH <3
but, for some reason, yuki has never been able to imagine mafuyu giving himself to another like that. maybe it's the trust thing - he's never been close to anyone else the way he is with yuki, never seems to share the kind of quiet communication they've developed with anybody else. yuki, for his own part, has tried hard not to feel jealous at the mere thought of mafuyu picking someone else - but the truth is he is. jealous, and then angry, but at himself rather than the boy he loves. how dare he be so possessive? how dare he expect mafuyu to choose him simply because they've always been together?
but that first kiss, first embrace, first time - they all proved beyond the shadow of a doubt that yuki never needed to worry. the trust they share is implicit, one of a kind, and it's because of that trust that yuki can do what he loves to do: tease and tease and tease until mafuyu's so desperate he can't hide his voice away, can't pretend he doesn't need it more than breathing.
of course, when yuki's in this state, it's impossible to rein himself in long enough for any kind of edging. it doesn't help that mafuyu looks ludicrously gorgeous, sweaty and flushed, his too-long hair unkempt and dark with sweat where it lays over porcelain skin. a song writes itself in yuki's head as he fucks into his omega and there's little he can do but let out his own noises of pleasure, of possession. mine. to love, to have, to protect. forever.
his own hands have made their way to mafuyu's thighs; as they fall open before him yuki grasps at the backs of mafuyu's knees, pushing them up and apart so he can stare down at the sticky mess where their bodies are joined. every thrust brings more slick gushing out and he groans, guttural, dick twitching inside of mafuyu as he thinks about how turned on the other must be, how good he must feel to be making such a mess.
and the scent - god, that scent. every part of mafuyu's essence is in the air now, every molecule of his soul made physical just so yuki can drown in it. he wants to keep going but it's so good, so much, he knows he won't be able to hold on; his knot is already building, swelling at the base of his cock, so that every time he pushes back in it stretches mafuyu's rim wider. ]
You want me to put a baby in you, huh?
[ he's grinning, mouth open wide, eyes flashing as heat builds and builds and builds inside his gut. ]
You always wanted that, didn't you? Always wanted me to knot you, breed you, pump you so full there was no way you couldn't get pregnant -- fuckkk, Mafuyu, you're gonna be such a good mom, fuck fuck fuck --
[ it's weird, but that's just as much of a turn-on as the fact that yuki's already successfully knocked mafuyu up. is it because of the hormones? whatever the reason, thinking about mafuyu holding their child, speaking to it quietly, singing to it... ]
Mafuyu-!!
i love them too..cries imagine all the photos <3 ;3;
too docile of an omega even by conventional standards perhaps, people were prone to bullying mafuyu rather than coming onto him, but mafuyu also found it hard to talk to people even if they were nice to him. he still does, though his work has helped with that; necessity begetting practice begetting learning enough to put systems of language into place. and these days, people do like him generally not because he's docile or quiet even if he is, but because mafuyu's core default is to listen. especially since high school, when not listening closely enough nearly broke him and yuki apart. he never wants to make that mistake again, not with yuki, but not with anyone else either.
because it hurts.
but there's no one else for him. the morning after yuki first claimed him, marked him, mafuyu could not quite put himself back together, a pliant warm collapse of trust and love and a little fear. but yuki had held him and kissed his temple and threaded their fingers and mafuyu had buried his face to his shoulder, just breathing. mine yours mine yours. he's jealous of yuki's fans who get to see him perform all the time, the ones who go to every show. when he's feeling very old fear and injury in his head, he even fears. but it's not yuki's fault, and it's not anything his alpha can do much about. they can only do what they can do.
relief floods him again right alongside such an intense wave of want that mafuyu's whole body tightens, vice like even as he can also feel the swell of yuki's knot. it's so hard still for mafuyu to talk sometimes, but his body is honest. every word yuki praises him with earns a high, aching whine from mafuyu's throat, flushed pink like so much of him. he doesn't realize he's responding after all, out loud, broken moans and gasps flooding the air, mingled with the slick wet sound of yuki fucking into him. ]
Mn...mm...y--yes...please...please...plea-- I can'-- I nee--...
[ he can't finish any words or sentences, mind melting apart as yuki fills him so much it is hard to breathe. mafuyu's chest heaves desperately. he's so dizzy, so warm, his vision blacks out, not even realizing how his own release already came, letting his body relax just enough to feel yuki's knot fully, pushing his cum that much deeper. unconsciously his toes curl, his back faintly arches like a knee jerk reflex. he can't manage more than that, but his body has been so greedy for yuki ever since that first time. and now it's been just long enough they haven't done this. yuki's been busy and mafuyu was scared, not knowing how to tell him. it's want and relief and a thrill too.
the way he mumbles is warm and so laden with sex no one else would recognize it as mafuyu's voice despite the familiar softness, ]
Ah...Yuki...so full...mmn...ah...
[ waves of heat ripple off of mafuyu, the scent of his slick not calmed down at all, one of his hands going low beneath the slight bump of his stomach to where he can feel yuki inside too. with his eyes closed, it almost looks like mafuyu could be asleep if not for that subtle touch. ]