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[ Welcome to hell! Welcome to hell!

Which is to say, welcome to the morning after Ouma and Shuichi's game went a little further than it probably should have. Ouma had ended up killing even more time in the tacky love hotel by giving it another, more thorough investigative sweep -- not that he found anything particularly useful, but it's good to know the layout of the place and what exactly can all be found in there item-wise. Who knows what might end up being useful or relevant in this mutual killing game fiasco. Although he lowkey hopes some of the shit he found never ends up being relevant -- but knowing Miu, it's possible.

So Ouma's a little sleep deprived, between staying out that much later and...the general exhaustion...plus his inability to stop thinking about it. Even though he'll act like he slept like an absolute baby, 'cause he's a liar. He's even dragged himself to the cafeteria for breakfast, because that's how utterly unaffected he is. Plus, he is hungry.

Thankfully (but also annoyingly, because now he's gotta go see what they're up to right now), most of the ~*~student council~*~ of Angie's, aka the brainwashed idiots, aren't really around right now. That leaves...Korekiyo, Maki, Miu, and Kaito. What a wack group. Although one of the others might show up later...or altogether, since they're teaming up. No Shuichi either, which is interesting.

But not unsurprising, he supposes.

He doubts anything would've happened to him, but there's a paranoid part of him that kind of wonders.

He's almost considering just nabbing some snacks and taking them up to his room right now, because this is pretty uninteresting!! No fights breaking out or anything. Plus, the meal quality around here has really taken a nosedive since Kirumi's death. Oh, well...

The Monokubs will probably show up to say something inane, so he should stick around. ]

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[ Ouma's face is starting to get red again too, albeit not because he's flustered about anything -- his arm keeps shifting with his movements, and his hips rock every so slightly as he keeps up with what is clearly fingering himself over Shuichi. He bites down on his own lip and sighs through his nose, but it probably doesn't come across like this is the first time he's done something like this with the little amount of hesitation going on in his movements -- don't judge his tastes, okay, he's a normal teenage boy, too. Sort of.

...Okay, Ouma's far from normal.

He looks at Shuichi when the hand is halfway reached and he rushes to make that statement, but he doesn't stop -- giving a short, breathy laugh at his reaction. ]

What, you wanna do it for me? ...I don't think that's such a good idea.

[ Ouma knows that's not what Shuichi meant at all, but he can't resist. His followup statement more or less makes it clear he knew what Shuichi meant, too. ]

Relax... Unless you want to die a virgin, or something.

[He's being serious here, but of course Ouma plays it like that. He can't even protest and push the issue, because the teasing suggestion of fingering Ouma himself successfully short-circuits him for a few moments, leaving him flustered and mouth agape as he frantically tries to put a stop to those mental images -- a task made much harder when he has nothing to look at but Ouma, hovering over him and working himself open like a champ where Shuichi can't quite see, where it's all too easy to picture this setup working a little differently--

(Maybe someday.)

(No, no, not the moment to think like that, he's serious.)

Maybe it's ridiculous to be so worried when Ouma clearly isn't. But one of his most constant lowkey concerns simmering under the surface since the beginning, since yesterday, is that Ouma might be lying about his own level of experience. It's not that it seems that way -- it definitely doesn't seem like it at the moment, not at all -- but Ouma swaps between masks like normal people do articles of clothing. Acting a part like that and fully committing to the role hardly seems beyond him.

Shuichi frowns, clearly uneasy and not terribly convinced by that line of reasoning, but he eventually drops back a little, back onto his elbows, and takes a breath to steady himself.]

Just...go slow, okay?

[As much for Ouma's sake as his own. Just in case.]

[ The fact that Shuichi isn't denying him is enough alone to make him grin in spite of the fact that he is very much in the middle of fingering himself and it is very distracting. More excited now, Ouma takes to pushing his fingers further, rocking his hips back on himself a little more. ]

Don't worry! I'll take good care of you, Saihara-chan...

[ There's breathiness to his voice, clearly due to his breathing picking up and his own arousal starting to surface again, but at least he sounds kind of happy about this.

Even if Shuichi isn't sure how he feels, he didn't really have to do as much convincing or reassuring this time, he notices...that's probably a good sign, he thinks. Sure, Shuichi is also probably extremely turned on right now too, especially judging by how red his face has been getting -- but does this mean that of all the people here, Shuichi would rather do this with him? Or is it just because he's the only one who bothered making a move?

Ouma can't say, but he's certainly fine with the direction things are heading. ]

[It's not really himself being taken care of that he's worried about, even if his dick gives a twitch at the promise, very much interested in that detail.

It seems kind of pointless to argue anyway. Ouma has a way of getting what he wants, and Shuichi doesn't have the willpower to protest it when a significant part of him also wants the same thing. It feels almost like an inevitability anyway, like this was bound to happen sooner or later from the moment he first gave in back in the love hotel. Maybe that's not the way he should feel about his first time, but he's not unhappy. It's just...a lot. A lot, and so abruptly, and his quiet concerns don't go away just because Ouma brushed them off so easily. He's left mentally and emotionally scrambling to keep up without even a date or anything to work his brain up to this point.

They didn't even really get to do the movie thing. He might complain about that, later, when he doesn't have Ouma hovering over him fingering himself.

There's a long moment where it looks like he's working through all that internally, debating with himself over whether he should protest or embrace the situation or what. But eventually he seems to...resign himself, sort of, if there's a way to do that that's less implicitly negative and more just his standard blend of shy and anxious and a little exasperated with Ouma's everything. A moment longer, and he glances away, tentatively reaching back towards his crotch. Not to touch himself more, just to work himself out of his pants and boxers for real to make things a little easier.

Ugh. That's still somehow more embarrassing than jerking himself off had been. Maybe because Ouma can watch him so much more clearly like his. His face is, of course, bright red, but with his shirt open the flush is spread down his neck and upper chest, skin all tinting pink where it isn't otherwise colored by Ouma's earlier nipping and sucking.]

[ Ouma might be more bothered by Shuichi's thoughtful silence if he weren't so preoccupied already, although his heart does beat a little harder when he notices Shuichi pulling himself out for him with the realization that he's actually doing this only now hitting him. Of course he's not going to back out or anything, and he still very much wants it -- but for as much lying as he does even to the point that his own lies reassure himself, the annoyingly truthful fact that he's never done this before is at the forefront of his mind.

But he's going to change that, at least. Biting down on his own lip to stifle his own gasp, Ouma slowly pulls his own fingers out of himself, shuddering slightly with the loss. Pushing himself more upright with the hand he'd had against the mattress, Ouma simultaneously uses the hand he'd just been using to finger himself with to grab Shuichi's cock, stroking Shuichi for himself a few times with fingers that are very much still slick. Idly, he thinks that Shuichi's entire state looks really good right now, all flushed and messed up -- a far cry from his usual, kempt appearance. Ouma's already excited at the prospect of getting to watch Shuichi while he does this.

His tongue briefly licks across his own lip he'd just been biting before he inquires: ]

Are you ready for me?

[If he were more accustomed to this and less nervous in general, Shuichi could probably better appreciate how nice all those little gestures and soft sounds are, unusual compared to Ouma's typical childish and playful manner and decidedly erotic in a way Shuichi definitely hadn't associated with the Ultimate Supreme Leader before last night. Now, Ouma is kind of the only thing he can think of in that sense, so much more real than any porn or fantasizing he's ever experienced.

But this is new and he has plenty of reason to be apprehensive, so his ability to appreciate is a little bit dulled.

Frankly, Shuichi looks tense and fretful, way past the point of trying to play it cool here. Ouma already knows he's an anxious mess. The best he can do is reach out to hold Ouma's legs where they're kneeling on either side of him, closing his eyes and breathing out a shaky breath as Ouma gives him that extra bit of stroking -- god, it's still unfamiliar and odd (but definitely good) having someone else's hand on him. One encounter hardly got him used to it.]

As I'll ever be...

[He nods, thumb worrying at the loose fabric of Ouma's pants where they're pooled around his knees.]

[ That's good enough for Ouma.

It's kind of a weird sensation he's stuck with right now anyway, somewhere between half-aroused and opened up with nothing inside him -- not that he's ever had anyone inside him, but he's hoping it'll feel just as good. He really wants to feel Shuichi inside of him regardless.

Ouma very slowly strokes Shuichi just a few more times, ultimately disinterested in giving him a handjob but hoping the gesture is at least distracting enough while he takes a second to mentally prepare himself for this. He doesn't spend too long on this though, figuring it's best to just dive right in and keep pretending he fully knows what he's doing, probably. Shuichi is clearly anxious as ever, and Ouma knows it wouldn't be assuring in the least to let him know how really experienced he is right now.

He stops stroking Shuichi, using the same hand to hold Shuichi in place as he precariously lifts his hips more over him. His heart is practically racing by this point, and he hopes his slight shakiness isn't noticeable when he shifts his hips down just enough to rub the head of Shuichi's cock across his entrance a little, pushing that much inside fairly easily with only a slight hitch of his breath.

His hand holding Shuichi relaxes and slides further down the shaft at this point, feeling slightly assured by how slick Shuichi is against his fingers. So, he'll start easing his hips down very slowly, beginning to take some of Shuichi inside him with a quiet gasp as his free hand clenches at the sheets a little. ]

[He'd kind of figured it would just be a more intense version of a handjob. He wasn't necessarily wrong, but he's really not prepared for how much more intense it is. The heat and tightness are far beyond anything he's ever felt before, wrapping him more thoroughly the fingers ever could, and that initial push in alone is nearly enough to tip him over the edge. He can hardly think of anything else intentionally in that moment, so it's sheer instinctual panic at the idea of finishing so quickly and pathetically that keeps him holding back.

But god, god. It draws a ragged gasp out of him and he couldn't muffle that if he tried, so unprepared for that level of sensation and immediately overwhelmed. His head drops back against the mattress and for a long few moments he can only lay still with his eyes clenched shut, trembling all over with the effort of keeping his shit together. His hands at Ouma's legs grip tight, for once without any underlying hesitance for fear of hurting him.

It feels like an eternity before he can crack his eyes open again and focus on anything but that heat enveloping him. It's really no more than like ten seconds at most. But he peeks up at Ouma and--

Okay fuck, that image is not helping him keep his shit together. He closes his eyes one more time and takes an extra few seconds to steel himself against that extra audible and visual stimulation.

Alright. Trying again.

He opens his eyes, making a herculean effort not to be distracted by the sight of Ouma impaling himself on his dick or his soft gasping, and lets his natural consider, anxious nature take over for a moment.]

Are...are you okay?

[His voice is breathless, barely even managing to get the words out, but like hell can he let himself just enjoy this fully without making absolutely sure.

(Of course, with Ouma being who he is, being absolutely sure might not even be possible.)]

[ Shuichi sounds so good right now, and Ouma wishes he could enjoy that properly, but he's very much distracted with the process of going down on Shuichi's dick right now. Ouma's brow tenses, and his entire body feels far too hot and sensitive as he sinks down further with a deep, throaty moan. His head is kind of buzzing right now, and it takes him a second to comprehend Shuichi's question.

Is he okay...? It's tight and sensitive and extremely distracting to the point that the only thing on his mind right now is that he's got most of Shuichi's dick inside of him right now, and boy is that something... Not a bad thing, but he didn't expect to be this thrown off from putting an actual dick inside himself. ]

Yeah-- fuck...

[ Ouma curses under his breath as he shifts his hips just slightly in attempt to take the remainder of Shuichi inside him, feeling like his chest might just explode from the initial strain in combination with how hard his heart is pounding. He unclenches his free hand from the sheets, moving his hand to kind of pat it a few times against Shuichi's abdomen reassuringly as his posture declines and he leans more forward over Shuichi a little. When he responds again, it's almost just as poorly as Shuichi -- it's really hard to talk like this, okay. ]

Gimme a sec...

[ He just needs to accustom himself.

Even though he's!! Totally!! Done this before!! ]

[As he gradually becomes better accustomed to the heat and pressure, his most immediate instinct is to move. Ouma's careful descent over him is good but torturously slow, just dissimilar enough from the stroking sensations he's used to that he wants badly to press into it and add some friction to the mix.

But aside from a restrained twitch of his hips, he's holding very still, afraid to even lean up at all for fear that any little shift might disrupt whatever kind of acclimation is going on there -- Shuichi really can't imagine what it must feel like on Ouma's end, he's never experimented with that sort of thing on his own. His breathing is heavy with the effort of it, but he keeps his eyes glued to Ouma's face. That expression is nice, but he can only half enjoy it, looking more for any sign of pain or distress.

So hesitant to move much but too anxious to do nothing at all, he compromises and releases one of Ouma's legs, carefully lifting his hand to grip Ouma's over his stomach. It's a clumsy gesture, fingers wrapping mostly around the back of Ouma's hand, but he squeezes it tight and tries to distract himself with the feeling of skin under his palm rather than the much more overwhelming everything else.]

[ Shuichi's hand suddenly gripping his is unexpected, and snaps him out of the weird headspace where he's not really focusing on anything except the own buzzing in his head to distract him from so many sensations at once -- Shuichi inside of him, his own arousal budding again, his pulse going too fast...

But he's getting used to it, kind of. It's still a weird and distracting sensation, with Shuichi filling him more than his fingers ever could -- which means it might be easier for him to hit where it feels really good, but his first focus should be moving, probably. Ouma glances at Shuichi behind heavily lidded eyes, thinking that Shuichi's likely having an equally difficult time -- he hasn't even gotten off once yet. ...Even though it's Shuichi's own fault for not letting Ouma touch him earlier, the idiot.

Feeling his thoughts gather back to him somewhat, Ouma moves his other hand to settle it on Shuichi's hip for stability as he slowly pulls himself up off of Shuichi's cock by about halfway before going back down on him with a loud hitch of breath. It's done less slowly this time, with Ouma not wanting to repeat his initial speed of doing it that first time. After this second attempt, he experimentally grinds his hips down on Shuichi a little, somewhat forcing his own acclimation to this already so it's not too embarrassingly slow.

He shifts his attention to Shuichi, both wanting to gauge his reactions and also distract himself here a little by focusing on the other. He steadies a breath before speaking: ]

...Does it feel good?

[He wasn't ready for the initial penetration, and somehow he isn't ready for the next press down even with Ouma's slow lift as forewarning. His startled yelp turns into a low groan, and his hand still on Ouma's leg clenches tight, his whole arm jerking with the strain of keeping relatively still (and ironically possibly making things worse than an accidental thust would anyway, since Ouma is so small and could potentially be jostled a good deal without too much effort).

He's not really able to think about that too much, though, Ouma's grinding down on him quickly obliterating any embarrassment or worries that had begun bubbling up. He pants for breath, for once not very mindful of the little sounds that escape him in the process. It takes a long moment for him to recognize that Ouma was speaking to him, and then another few to actually process the words and dredge up some kind of response.]

...Y-yeah. Yeah, really good.

[He's not exactly at his most eloquent right now. Maybe just how sincerely he means that comes across just fine anyway in his expression, eyes clenched shut, mouth hanging open and head dropped back like he needs to open up his throat as much as possible just to keep breathing.

He tugs on Ouma's hand in his anyway, pulling it up to his and adjusting his hold so he can grip it like a lifeline over his sternum.]

[ Ouma's grip on Shuichi's hip tightens when he jerks his arm like that, but at least he doesn't end up moving too much -- nothing incomparable to how he's shifting for his own grinding, anyway. He exhales deeply nonetheless, feeling pretty pleased between Shuichi's inarticulate response and the way the other looks so strained to hold it together right now. Shit, the only thing he's really holding onto seems to be Ouma's hand.

Ouma lets him, although some of his weight may shift onto said hand and thus onto Shuichi for balance as he slowly begins rocking his hips a little, beginning something of a shallow pace as he doesn't come up very far for now. Each shift brings with it small hitches of breath and short, quiet moans as he drives Shuichi inside of himself. It's starting to feel pretty good, he thinks -- warm, slick, and hard as it pushes against all his walls simultaneously. He can flat out feel just how turned on Shuichi is, and it's only made better accompanied with the show of getting to look down and easily watch Shuichi like this, too -- if he wasn't so flustered himself from inexperience, he thinks he could kind of love this. ]

You...can try moving, if you want...

[ Ouma offers between labored breathlessness, like it isn't obvious how much Shuichi's forcing himself to be still right now. ]

[It's intensely tight, slick with lube and pumping him with a more all-encompassing pressure than a hand could manage. A distant part of him wonders, in a brief moment with a spare brain cell not focused on their currents activities, if a blowjob is something like this. That feels like a skipped step, sorta. Like maybe something they should come back to at a later point.

Lord. Musing about the future of this whatever-it-is later. He's barely managing to avoid blowing too early as it is, after the little show he'd kind of made Ouma put on for him and his subsequent unfinished jerkoff session.

The part of him that's still at least somewhat self-aware doesn't want to seem too eager -- it feels careless, somehow, like he's putting his own pleasure before Ouma's well-being -- but the relief and gratitude is probably easy enough to read in his face.]

Right, just...let me know if I hurt you, or...or anything like that.

[He takes a moment to try to match Ouma's pace, then rocks his hips up as Ouma drops back down again to stab into him even deeper. Each thrust drags a shaky breath out of him, made even more laboured by the other boy's slight weight leaning against his chest and constricting his lungs just that little bit. His hand on Ouma's leg slides up, over the bunched up fabric of his pants to smooth over heated skin instead.]

[ shuichi.....................

Luckily, Ouma can't read his blowjob-thirsty thoughts, so he'll just huff at Shuichi's words as he tries to keep up with what he's got going here, rolling his hips to keep Shuichi sliding in and out of him even further. ]

As if...a virgin like you...could hurt me.

[ Ouma knocks down that hypothetical perception of himself immediately (even if it's...a legitimate concern), and truth be told he just wants to call Shuichi that one more time while it's still valid. Granted, that's not going to stop him from lying about it if he wants, but it won't have the same effect -- or maybe it'll be better, in some amusing scenario where Shuichi might try to correct him about not being a virgin, which would immediately bring to mind that it's because Ouma took that from him. Just like he's going to take his heart, over and over again -- like a never-ending game.

-- At least, that's what Ouma fantasizes about with his spare brain cells.

He's far less focused on these ideas when Shuichi meets his pace with actually thrusting into him, and Ouma's hand clenches tighter on Shuichi's hip as he groans in response to the feeling of Shuichi hitting further inside of him. Christ.

It's extremely distracting, and Ouma's breath hitches with a soft noise from him with nearly every thrust. He keeps his own hips moving too, finding it actually easier now with the momentum from Shuichi also moving ultimately allowing for him to kind of start a pace of bouncing on him. What's not easier, and actually becomes more difficult, is keeping it together with how much more intense everything suddenly feels. ]

[Shuichi might be tempted to argue that at some later point. But he can't now, not when they're in the thick of it right now. It seems too abrupt to think of his virginity as being gone just from that moment of penetration, and too cocky to use that as the basis for any protest. Surely it's more of a process, something he can only claim once the whole deed is successfully done without him screwing up in some way.

He can't reach Ouma's hip or waist on his back like this -- or his face, or anything he kind of really wants to touch -- but he spreads his hand over Ouma's leg where he can reach, his thumb rubbing back and forward over the inside curve of a white thigh. God, Ouma is pale. Shuichi's other hand release's Ouma's to slide up his wrist, noticing distantly how his skin looks practically tanned in comparison to Ouma's.

This is definitely a weird tangent for his brain to go on right now. Especially when Ouma's working with him now, his thrusts piercing deeper.

It all feels pretty equally good to him at this point, maybe plateauing at a height of pleasure where any more isn't even discernable anymore. Or maybe he's just an easily pleased virgin who'd be physically thrilled to be fucking something for the first time no matter how it was done. But Ouma seems to be appreciating it more, gripping him tight and making the most amazing little noises every time he bounces down. Shuichi's a little entranced, unable to even feel a bit embarrassed about how openly he's watching Ouma's face over him.]

G-good?

[That could be "good" as in "are you alright?" Or as in "does it feel good?" Either is possible, really. He's not entirely sure himself which he means more. His nature suggests the former, but the idea of Ouma telling him just how good it feels is enticing enough that he can't be sure.]

[ Ouma's too focused on what he's doing right now, although he's more or less moving on autopilot -- he doesn't really have to think about moving his hips at this point, or clenching both of his hands, or closing his eyes as he pants shallow and quick from the physical exertion. He's not usually a fan of doing anything that causes him to perspire, like he's definitely feeling along his forehead a bit right now (his hair not helping matters at all), but at least this feels good to make up for it.

At Shuichi's question, Ouma opens his eyes halfway to stare at him as he processes it, suddenly aware of how intently Shuichi seems to be watching him. Shuichi sure seems to like watching him, Ouma notes -- this isn't the first time he's caught him staring.

Responding to Shuichi's question while he's moving just isn't going to happen, so Ouma ceases his movement for a second, exhaling deeply as he moves his free hand from Shuichi's hip to push his fingers through the side of his own fringe for a second to relieve some of the heat surrounding his head. ]

Yeah... Super good!

[ His answer (a vague one for a vague question) is practically sighed out, albeit enthusiastically.

Ouma doesn't immediately return to his previous movement, instead grinding his hips down just a bit in place to give Shuichi something while he moves his hand from his hair to finish undoing his jacket fully so he can shrug it off his shoulders -- both because it's pretty damn hot right now and because if Shuichi likes watching him so much then why not fully expose himself this time. ]

[It's torturous relief when Ouma pauses to answer him. A sudden stop to the yes very good pace they'd been keeping up that makes him bite his lip to keep from cursing, but...granted, it's probably good to put on the brakes for a second so he can wind down a little and not be so close to losing it every second. He takes the moment to breathe and steady himself, hissing a little on the intake as Ouma grinds down on him just enough to make the cooldown difficult.

And making it even more difficult is the way Ouma's looming over him, enthusiastic and flushed and face beaded with sweat, peeling his shirt the rest of the way off. It's like he's on a stage like this, with Shuichi all but forced to look up and just watch, and he has to wonder if it's intentional or not.

(Is Ouma the sort to put on a show like that? Well. Yes, absolutely -- and the thought that maybe it's on purpose is both intriguing and embarrassing in a way he'll have to examine later when he has all his wits about him -- but Ouma does look hot. Like, sweaty-hot. And the other kind, but brain please shut up.)

But he has a moment here, and he's practically thrumming with energy and the urge to move, if not to launch right back into it than to at least touch, do something less passive. With Ouma's weight a little less entirely leaning on him, Shuichi hesitates just a moment before retracting his hand from Ouma's leg and using it to push himself up into a sitting position, letting go of Ouma's wrist so he can catch the back of his neck instead and pull him in for a kiss.]

[ Ouma's a little surprised when Shuichi suddenly sits up, and the shift in position causes him to groan from the sudden movement. Not that he can complain when Shuichi pulls him into a kiss, and Ouma will settle his newly freed hands on either of Shuichi's shoulders as he reciprocates into it. It's not exactly the most elegant kissing, kind of sloppy and heated, which is pretty on par with how he feels right now.

It's not a position he can't move in, either -- if anything, the new angle is interesting. So Ouma uses his grip on Shuichi's shoulders for support as he slowly and almost experimentally slides himself up off of Shuichi's cock almost entirely before slamming his hips back down with a much louder moan against Shuichi's mouth. ]

[He half expected to get scolded again for breaking the rules. But given the way Ouma immediately grabs him and kisses back, hard and sloppy, he can only assume the rules don't really matter at this point.]

The hard, full thrust wrings a groan out of him, but he barely even notices between the jot pleasure of it and Ouma moaning into his mouth. He swallows the sound up eagerly, careless of the volume he'd normally be worrying over or dripping saliva he'd be self-conscious of. It just feels too intensely good to have Ouma against him like this, held close and sheathed deep inside him.

Sitting up like this, he can't really move his hips much in return. But Ouma seems to be managing alright so he just leans forward more so he doesn't need an arm supporting him and grips Ouma's waist with that hand instead. The initial thought is just to touch more, but Ouma feels so small in his lap like this, and when the other boy moves to raise up again he's suddenly compelled to assist, using his grip to help lift before slamming him back down.]

[ Ouma's glad that at least Shuichi's making nice noises, too -- it's especially satisfying, since he seems to try and suppress himself quite a bit. Which is good for things like avoiding premature ejaculation, but not so good when Ouma wants to hear him make all kinds of cute noises.

With Shuichi steadying his waist and assisting his pace now, everything once more becomes intense -- if not moreso than before, with this angle ensuring every thrust is deep and gravity inherently making things a little rougher. Ouma doesn't dislike that, but he sure is making higher-pitched, more desperate sounding moans in his throat each time Shuichi hits so well inside of him. Fuck.

It almost stuns him every time he comes back down, and his back reflexively arches a bit as his nails dig into Shuichi's shoulders. At least, until one of Ouma's hands moves up from a shoulder so he can push his fingers through the side of Shuichi's fringe, fingers raking across his scalp as he pushes his hand further into Shuichi's hair and grabs him there. He keeps Shuichi pulled into this almost greedy brand of kissing despite the fact that he is breathing through his nose so heavily right now -- which he makes up for by switching to something more open-mouthed so he can repeatedly separate for a mere second or two, panting close to Shuichi's own mouth before getting right back to it. He's so hard himself again, and being this close to Shuichi only compels him to try rocking his hips more forward with his subsequent movements on Shuichi to try and get his own dick rubbing against Shuichi's abdomen a little. ]

[Ouma's nails are stinging reminders of his hands, punctuating the grip on his shoulders or scraping a line across his scalp with a touch that might seem tender if it wasn't so biting and desperate. Shuichi does curse this time, a soft fuck that's too easily lost in the neglibible space between their mouths, drowned out by panting breaths and Ouma's shameless moans.

The dick rubbing against his stomach is a weird sensation in a number of ways. An extra bit of prodding where he wasn't expecting it, given he's got a pretty good sense of where Ouma's hands are at the moment. A slight touch of wetness where the tip bumps his skin. The fact that Ouma's so hard in the first place, not too long after having already come once. Like, goddamn, Shuichi had certainly known already, but it's a viscerally different realization to be reminded of it by the needy attempts to rut against his abdomen while still impaled on his dick.

He's not sure how long he can last for -- surely any moment he'll hit some tipping point he can't pull back in time from. Frowning against Ouma's mouth, he lets the other boy's neck go and leans back just enough to get a hand between their bodies. He goes back to kissing Ouma even while blindly fumbling with the head of Ouma's dick just to get a bit of slickness so he can pump the shaft encouragingly.]

[ As if fucking himself on Shuichi wasn't enough of a sensation, now he's got Shuichi pumping his dick to add to it. Ouma jerks forward slightly, attempting to thrust into Shuichi's hand -- which, conveniently, also provides additional movement and friction for Shuichi. He doesn't want to stop his pace on Shuichi anyway, even if his motions are becoming a little more erratic given how fucking distracted he is right now between both the double stimulation and Shuichi kissing him like this still.

Ouma's grip tightens in Shuichi's hair, and he tries reciprocating with the kissing even though he's not doing a very good job of paying attention at all right now. He more or less whines into Shuichi's mouth as his hip movements turn a bit more frantic, trying to get more out of how Shuichi's touching him and moving inside of him.

He's so breathless, and his head is nearly spinning at this rate -- it's not very long before the hand gripping Shuichi's shoulder tightly loosens up only to slide down the front of Shuichi's collar to push him back from the kissing for a second as he attempts to separate, panting as he tries bringing more focus to effectively coming down on Shuichi's cock a little harder.

Not that this course of action helps him calm down any, instead only making the pounding in his ears that much louder -- which is alright, because then he can't really be conscious about how loud he's moaning by this point. But it'd be super lame to come twice before Shuichi does even once (even if the first time was Shuichi's fault...), especially given that Shuichi was the first to blow the night before. So he may be focusing on accomplishing that right now. ]

[The issue here is that Shuichi is also doing his damn best to hold out with the intention of getting Ouma off first. Maybe half due to his considerate nature and half because Ouma is kind of riding him here and that half of the fun kinda stops if he finishes too soon.

So, yeah. Ouma making an effort to really wreck him here is very good but also kind of the worst. Where Ouma moans, Shuichi's all ragged gasps and strangled little noises in his attempt to keep a lid on it.

He'd try to get Ouma to slow down to let him cool it a little, but that seems to run a little counter to the objective here when Ouma is being so very open and enthusiastic in showing how much he's liking it. So he groans, clenching his eyes shut and dropping his head against Ouma's shoulder, rocking heavily with his bouncing.]

Are...are you almost...?

[ please say yes dude he is dying here ]

[ Shuichi is such a champ, which is a little annoying to Ouma right now. Shouldn't he be coming? Ouma idly wonders if he's not doing a good enough job or something, but it's also easy enough to tell that Shuichi is holding back here. Ouma huffs, swallowing thickly as he lets up on his pace slightly because he absolutely isn't responding to Shuichi otherwise.

Although it's still difficult enough with Shuichi touching him, and his voice sounds pretty strained -- he's really on the edge here himself. ]

W-Why do you...wanna know?

[ Listen, the last time Shuichi asked this wasn't very long ago, and that didn't turn out very favorable for him.

But whatever -- in the meantime, he'll take advantage of Shuichi's forehead on his shoulder and his grip in Shuichi's hair to tilt his own head so he can sloppily kiss the side of Shuichi's neck while he waits for an answer. ]

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