[Ryuu manages to say such flattering and surprising things, sometimes. Even his cutesy, impatient comments are met with such genuine things. They make him feel so thoroughly loved that he's not sure if it's those words or their motions together that are heating his face more. Not that it matters, really. All that does matter is that he's warm, and he's being touched, and he's hearing his name, and that thrust combined with that moan is so wonderful that it shakes him to the core. Unable to elaborate on his thoughts, he's focused too much on breathing, on making sure that he chases this feeling with all that he's got.
That last kiss breaks, and Eichi has to really gasp for air this time, each exhale bringing rising noises that pair up with the way he's moving his hips to meet Ryuu's. His name... hearing his own name like that, the breathlessness, the energy— the next thrust angles so perfectly that he cries out with it, head ducking and fingers grasping at whatever part of Ryuu he can hold onto. There's no more of him touching or playing around. It's all this feeling, the way they collide each time, how even the pain in his thighs feels raw and wonderful.
His hair slips more into his face and his eyes drift shut so that he can focus on everything. Ryuu inside of him completely, those fingers on his thighs, that voice ringing in his ears like music. He's dizzy, he's so dizzy, and he's already beginning to struggle with his stamina like this. Sloppily, one of his hands moves back to brush over one of Ryuu's, urging it further up his thigh, his hip, squeezing—]
Like this— help me.
[Hopefully he can understand from that much what he means, though he thinks it's fairly straightforward. Ryuu's already helping with those thrusts of his, but more and more, he can pick up the slack, right? It's harder and harder to lift up enough to get the full satisfying crash back down, and he wants it full, he wants it harder—]
Ryuu...
[His name slips out, again, and he moves his hand from Ryuu's to tuck blonde hair behind his ear again, blinking past the daze to catch his face again.]
Make sure you, ah, feel everything.
[Even completely into it like this, he has the time to be bossy...? It's cuter when he's making faces like this, though, probably. Ahh, he really wants more, he really wants to see more... Ryuu's losing his composure too, right? He wants to see that crack grow, to feel everything that overflows from it. It's so much that he can only express it in these moans and mixed gasps of Ryuu's name.]
I am. [ he is. it doesn't seem right not to reach out with everything he has, in this case. his hands, his voice, the entirety of his body. he huffs and it stutters with his own heartbeat, with half a laugh. ] I won't stop.
[ even if he thought to, which is such a distant possibility that ryuu doesn't even consider it, the pleasure he's starting to feel rolling up his body captures his thoughts and pares them down to just one: he can do more. his face feels hot and there's sweat on his temples, but his hand has followed eichi's positioning, and soon the other joins it at the angles of his waist.
with a brush of his nose across his cheek, the rhythm wanes for a moment as he reorients himself, grip strengthening. pulling back, ryuu seems to know when to give him the space to look him in the eye properly. chroma aside, he knew he wasn't feeling well before this. he hasn't forgotten - he rarely does.
ryuu catches his eye fondly, golden bright. ]
Give your weight to me, okay?
[ there's a hopefulness in his voice mismatched to its timbre, but it's all him still, figuring out what feels the best, where to put his strength. he's not about to let himself break until he's certain it can be the both of them. with the strength coiled in his arms, he tightens his grip on eichi's waist and lifts, helping him push himself almost entirely off. it's a maddening amount of space until it suddenly isn't - until he's guiding him to crash back down on his cock in time with his next thrust. his hips coil hotly. that new angle and intensity, that lack of strain, makes it all feel so much more powerful. ryuu bites back a noise but doesn't let the moment escape from them, repeating the motion while supporting him this time, while starting a new rhythm. ]
- nnh, that's better, isn't it...?
[ he didn't think his heart could race any faster, but he's proving himself wrong. if he stays this course, he's sure he won't last much longer. but it feels too good to hold back now, thrusts coming quicker and harder to seek out that depth in eichi's body that he's really craving. ]
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[Incredible. He's given his weight to Ryuu entirely, wrapping his arms more solidly around his shoulders as they shift. It's just enough, and as this new rhythm settles in, it manages to reach deeper, to fill him in a way that has him shuddering and moaning louder, no matter how he tries to bite it back. His own cock throbs, precum leaking down the side from the tip as he grips tighter at Ryuu's back.]
It's better.
[He speaks quickly, for that, slipped out between the motions before another crash of their hips has him trying to pull the rest of their bodies closer together. It's hot, everything is hot. The air, their bodies, those hands on him— he can feel it in his core, bubbling up and threatening to spill over. Words don't even matter any more. He can't think of a flirty or playful retort to Ryuu, he can't think of any comments to tease him more or encourage him further. There's just the way his body reacts so plainly, how his noises slip out in every breath now, and his nails rake across skin in an attempt to drag them impossibly together.
In the moments he can, he chases Ryuu's lips again. Desperate kisses that are too sloppy to stay connected, especially with how much he's moved with each bounce. Eventually, they're just whines pressed against his mouth, begging to be swallowed. Just like this... just like this alone, with how Ryuu is reaching, how he's filling, how he hits that perfect spot and gets Eichi to cry out— he's getting so close, himself. Maybe, together, they can...
His lips brush over Ryuu's cheek in his next shift.]
Ryuu... [A gasped name, encouraging, demanding, impatient and appreciative all at once. It's so nice, slow and feeling, but he's a glutton, and things are so hot, now. The Chroma, too, feels wonderful, and without having to worry as much about lifting himself through the motions, it's perfectly fine.] More, Ryuu...!
[Ah, that one was louder than he would have liked, but he's long past the point of caring about volume or appearance, anyway.]
[ everything in his body reacts as if more just isn't enough. his fingers clutch into eichi's sides, grip supple-strong on perfect skin, and he flexes his shoulders into the scrape of nails over them. a single roll of broad muscles has him shifting eichi's arms up and around him, closer now with every roll of his hips, so his moans and gasps dissipate right on him just like the rest of his touches.
ryuu doesn't need any other encouragement than the way his body sings to him like this, the undone noises on his mouth that he's eager to taste. honesty does him in faster than eloquence will, and ryuu breathes in every whimper, matches it with his own feverish noises. it strengthens in him with every slick thrust, the single-minded need to give eichi what he's grown desperate for. ]
Eichi... Eichi. [ he doesn't care where he kisses anymore. his damp lips, smeared against his flushed cheek, up into his hair. he releases an unabashed noise over the contour of his ear, a deep guttural sound that's half teeth. ] I want you to...
[ his rhythm reaches a pitch as he slams his hips upwards this time, and then again, and again, seeking out that sweet spot to make him finally snap. those cries of his make ryuu's heartbeat shudder, echoing off him, echoing off the walls of his apartment. there's a tightness in his belly that he's chasing with every stroke of his cock, a place within eichi he can actually feel himself hit. it's wild. it feels so wild, to drive them together that closely. his whole core heats up in anticipation of it.
burying a moan into a deep kiss, ryuu uses his grip to give eichi's waist a sharp pull against him, his arched back letting him hit an angle that makes him see stars. ]
[Eichi's hold gets looser, slips more, and he loses track of his own volume. The rest of his sounds don't form real words. They're cries and half managed gasps of Ryuu's name, spilled out desperately as his eyes close and he allows himself to fall into this completely.
Those words, guttural and too close to his ear, make his breath hitch, and he swears the heat inside of him boils from that alone. He has trouble moving his hips along with the movements at first, relying more and more on Ryuu until the last stretch. He can feel it, all of his muscles tensing, the pleasure rising— and so he rocks with him a few more times, nails digging in tight when he strikes that spot deep inside of him once more and finally goes over the edge.
He releases between them, and the mess hardly feels like an issue right now, in the heat of the moment, but he'll likely apologize later. Right now, it's just the sounds of reaching that peak, the heavy gasping as he tries to catch his breath. Together, he hopes it was together, but regardless—
His hands move to cup Ryuu's face again, and even if his chest is burning for how much he needs oxygen, he kisses him deeply, a passionate gesture he can't hold back from. This was intimate, after all. Their hearts connected, at least in some way... and he wants to chase that just a bit, before it's gone.]
[ that shudder in eichi's rhythm as it comes apart has all of ryuu's attention for those few moments where he can really feel it happening. never having experienced it before, he wants to know what it's like, the shape of it. he'd wanted to take him there since this started, after all, to give him that - and he's so focused on riding out the waves of eichi's release that only the following kiss reorients him, reminds him of himself.
his eyes flutter shut and with a few more desperate, shaky thrusts into the pliant warmth wrapped around him, he's finishing too. they'd already slowed down by the time it happens, so the sudden snap that breaks the tightness gathered in his hips is all the more vivid. he comes in a few soft, obvious spasms, that rush of liquid heat between them making him unhitch a sharp sigh against eichi's tongue. he almost bites down, but it winds up instead as a low groan, a scrape of teeth. he's sweating, breathless, his body's shaken, and he still doesn't let go of that kiss. ryuu leans into his hands, arms coiling about his waist.
if he's tired, he can only imagine that eichi might need the support in the next few moments when he breaks the kiss, filling the space between them with quiet panting for air. ]
[Ahh, there it is. The warmth filling him, the tense and release of every muscle in the larger body beneath him, and that wonderful kiss. Eichi whispers his name once more, longing to draw out this feeling between them. Like their hearts are dancing together...
But the kiss breaks as it should, and Eichi gasps for his next breath, head tipping down as his body slumps forward. He can barely manage to move, with this level of exhaustion. Chroma is racing through him, but even that sort of stamina won't do if his muscles are tired. It's nice, to feel supported even as he leans, to be able to tuck his face against Ryuu's head and catch his breath, to let his arms slip from where they were in exhaustion and not worry about ending up on the floor.
The cool air finally hits their hot skin, and it feels wonderful even if Eichi knows it will feel too chilly before too long. Unable to manage words, but wanting to express that he's okay, that he enjoyed it, he nudges his face to the side, lips burying into Ryuu's hair to plant a tired kiss. Slowly, steadily, his breathing improves, but his eyelids feel heavy and he keeps them closed again.]
[ ryuu waits it out with him despite being sturdy and capable of a quick recovery. it feels like everything he'd had in him had been given away, but following those moments of complete looseness, his strength starts to fill out again, that normal tension returning to his body. even so, ryuu's not making a single move to dislodge eichi from him. still buried in him and feeling sensitive, it's easier to tell from his subtle shifts and gestures how he's feeling.
plus, he likes it. having this connection to still sink into even when the high of it is fading fast. he's not thinking about the mess, or the oncoming chill. chroma drifts lazily between them, briefly rising at the kiss. ryuu tilts into it with a low hum, eyes also closed. ]
Stay with me as long as you like today.
[ ryuu purposefully leaves any specifics out. he can take his time recovering, and anything else - that can come as it comes. ]
[ He loves it like this. Intimate even now, not wanting to pull apart or let Ryuu slip out. He breathes shakily, nuzzling more into him, breathing him in. ]
If you offer something like that to me... I might never leave, you know?
[ His laugh barely has any sound behind it, and his fingers brush feather light wherever they shift, positioning them where he can relax the most. ]
I’ll rest... just for a bit.
[ So don’t go anywhere, is the silent comment there, even as close as this. He drifts off just like this, his body wanting to recover, but he stays clinging to Ryuu for as much as his fingers will curl. ]
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[Ryuu manages to say such flattering and surprising things, sometimes. Even his cutesy, impatient comments are met with such genuine things. They make him feel so thoroughly loved that he's not sure if it's those words or their motions together that are heating his face more. Not that it matters, really. All that does matter is that he's warm, and he's being touched, and he's hearing his name, and that thrust combined with that moan is so wonderful that it shakes him to the core. Unable to elaborate on his thoughts, he's focused too much on breathing, on making sure that he chases this feeling with all that he's got.
That last kiss breaks, and Eichi has to really gasp for air this time, each exhale bringing rising noises that pair up with the way he's moving his hips to meet Ryuu's. His name... hearing his own name like that, the breathlessness, the energy— the next thrust angles so perfectly that he cries out with it, head ducking and fingers grasping at whatever part of Ryuu he can hold onto. There's no more of him touching or playing around. It's all this feeling, the way they collide each time, how even the pain in his thighs feels raw and wonderful.
His hair slips more into his face and his eyes drift shut so that he can focus on everything. Ryuu inside of him completely, those fingers on his thighs, that voice ringing in his ears like music. He's dizzy, he's so dizzy, and he's already beginning to struggle with his stamina like this. Sloppily, one of his hands moves back to brush over one of Ryuu's, urging it further up his thigh, his hip, squeezing—]
Like this— help me.
[Hopefully he can understand from that much what he means, though he thinks it's fairly straightforward. Ryuu's already helping with those thrusts of his, but more and more, he can pick up the slack, right? It's harder and harder to lift up enough to get the full satisfying crash back down, and he wants it full, he wants it harder—]
Ryuu...
[His name slips out, again, and he moves his hand from Ryuu's to tuck blonde hair behind his ear again, blinking past the daze to catch his face again.]
Make sure you, ah, feel everything.
[Even completely into it like this, he has the time to be bossy...? It's cuter when he's making faces like this, though, probably. Ahh, he really wants more, he really wants to see more... Ryuu's losing his composure too, right? He wants to see that crack grow, to feel everything that overflows from it. It's so much that he can only express it in these moans and mixed gasps of Ryuu's name.]
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[ even if he thought to, which is such a distant possibility that ryuu doesn't even consider it, the pleasure he's starting to feel rolling up his body captures his thoughts and pares them down to just one: he can do more. his face feels hot and there's sweat on his temples, but his hand has followed eichi's positioning, and soon the other joins it at the angles of his waist.
with a brush of his nose across his cheek, the rhythm wanes for a moment as he reorients himself, grip strengthening. pulling back, ryuu seems to know when to give him the space to look him in the eye properly. chroma aside, he knew he wasn't feeling well before this. he hasn't forgotten - he rarely does.
ryuu catches his eye fondly, golden bright. ]
Give your weight to me, okay?
[ there's a hopefulness in his voice mismatched to its timbre, but it's all him still, figuring out what feels the best, where to put his strength. he's not about to let himself break until he's certain it can be the both of them. with the strength coiled in his arms, he tightens his grip on eichi's waist and lifts, helping him push himself almost entirely off. it's a maddening amount of space until it suddenly isn't - until he's guiding him to crash back down on his cock in time with his next thrust. his hips coil hotly. that new angle and intensity, that lack of strain, makes it all feel so much more powerful. ryuu bites back a noise but doesn't let the moment escape from them, repeating the motion while supporting him this time, while starting a new rhythm. ]
- nnh, that's better, isn't it...?
[ he didn't think his heart could race any faster, but he's proving himself wrong. if he stays this course, he's sure he won't last much longer. but it feels too good to hold back now, thrusts coming quicker and harder to seek out that depth in eichi's body that he's really craving. ]
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[Incredible. He's given his weight to Ryuu entirely, wrapping his arms more solidly around his shoulders as they shift. It's just enough, and as this new rhythm settles in, it manages to reach deeper, to fill him in a way that has him shuddering and moaning louder, no matter how he tries to bite it back. His own cock throbs, precum leaking down the side from the tip as he grips tighter at Ryuu's back.]
It's better.
[He speaks quickly, for that, slipped out between the motions before another crash of their hips has him trying to pull the rest of their bodies closer together. It's hot, everything is hot. The air, their bodies, those hands on him— he can feel it in his core, bubbling up and threatening to spill over. Words don't even matter any more. He can't think of a flirty or playful retort to Ryuu, he can't think of any comments to tease him more or encourage him further. There's just the way his body reacts so plainly, how his noises slip out in every breath now, and his nails rake across skin in an attempt to drag them impossibly together.
In the moments he can, he chases Ryuu's lips again. Desperate kisses that are too sloppy to stay connected, especially with how much he's moved with each bounce. Eventually, they're just whines pressed against his mouth, begging to be swallowed. Just like this... just like this alone, with how Ryuu is reaching, how he's filling, how he hits that perfect spot and gets Eichi to cry out— he's getting so close, himself. Maybe, together, they can...
His lips brush over Ryuu's cheek in his next shift.]
Ryuu... [A gasped name, encouraging, demanding, impatient and appreciative all at once. It's so nice, slow and feeling, but he's a glutton, and things are so hot, now. The Chroma, too, feels wonderful, and without having to worry as much about lifting himself through the motions, it's perfectly fine.] More, Ryuu...!
[Ah, that one was louder than he would have liked, but he's long past the point of caring about volume or appearance, anyway.]
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ryuu doesn't need any other encouragement than the way his body sings to him like this, the undone noises on his mouth that he's eager to taste. honesty does him in faster than eloquence will, and ryuu breathes in every whimper, matches it with his own feverish noises. it strengthens in him with every slick thrust, the single-minded need to give eichi what he's grown desperate for. ]
Eichi... Eichi. [ he doesn't care where he kisses anymore. his damp lips, smeared against his flushed cheek, up into his hair. he releases an unabashed noise over the contour of his ear, a deep guttural sound that's half teeth. ] I want you to...
[ his rhythm reaches a pitch as he slams his hips upwards this time, and then again, and again, seeking out that sweet spot to make him finally snap. those cries of his make ryuu's heartbeat shudder, echoing off him, echoing off the walls of his apartment. there's a tightness in his belly that he's chasing with every stroke of his cock, a place within eichi he can actually feel himself hit. it's wild. it feels so wild, to drive them together that closely. his whole core heats up in anticipation of it.
burying a moan into a deep kiss, ryuu uses his grip to give eichi's waist a sharp pull against him, his arched back letting him hit an angle that makes him see stars. ]
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Those words, guttural and too close to his ear, make his breath hitch, and he swears the heat inside of him boils from that alone. He has trouble moving his hips along with the movements at first, relying more and more on Ryuu until the last stretch. He can feel it, all of his muscles tensing, the pleasure rising— and so he rocks with him a few more times, nails digging in tight when he strikes that spot deep inside of him once more and finally goes over the edge.
He releases between them, and the mess hardly feels like an issue right now, in the heat of the moment, but he'll likely apologize later. Right now, it's just the sounds of reaching that peak, the heavy gasping as he tries to catch his breath. Together, he hopes it was together, but regardless—
His hands move to cup Ryuu's face again, and even if his chest is burning for how much he needs oxygen, he kisses him deeply, a passionate gesture he can't hold back from. This was intimate, after all. Their hearts connected, at least in some way... and he wants to chase that just a bit, before it's gone.]
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his eyes flutter shut and with a few more desperate, shaky thrusts into the pliant warmth wrapped around him, he's finishing too. they'd already slowed down by the time it happens, so the sudden snap that breaks the tightness gathered in his hips is all the more vivid. he comes in a few soft, obvious spasms, that rush of liquid heat between them making him unhitch a sharp sigh against eichi's tongue. he almost bites down, but it winds up instead as a low groan, a scrape of teeth. he's sweating, breathless, his body's shaken, and he still doesn't let go of that kiss. ryuu leans into his hands, arms coiling about his waist.
if he's tired, he can only imagine that eichi might need the support in the next few moments when he breaks the kiss, filling the space between them with quiet panting for air. ]
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But the kiss breaks as it should, and Eichi gasps for his next breath, head tipping down as his body slumps forward. He can barely manage to move, with this level of exhaustion. Chroma is racing through him, but even that sort of stamina won't do if his muscles are tired. It's nice, to feel supported even as he leans, to be able to tuck his face against Ryuu's head and catch his breath, to let his arms slip from where they were in exhaustion and not worry about ending up on the floor.
The cool air finally hits their hot skin, and it feels wonderful even if Eichi knows it will feel too chilly before too long. Unable to manage words, but wanting to express that he's okay, that he enjoyed it, he nudges his face to the side, lips burying into Ryuu's hair to plant a tired kiss. Slowly, steadily, his breathing improves, but his eyelids feel heavy and he keeps them closed again.]
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plus, he likes it. having this connection to still sink into even when the high of it is fading fast. he's not thinking about the mess, or the oncoming chill. chroma drifts lazily between them, briefly rising at the kiss. ryuu tilts into it with a low hum, eyes also closed. ]
Stay with me as long as you like today.
[ ryuu purposefully leaves any specifics out. he can take his time recovering, and anything else - that can come as it comes. ]
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If you offer something like that to me... I might never leave, you know?
[ His laugh barely has any sound behind it, and his fingers brush feather light wherever they shift, positioning them where he can relax the most. ]
I’ll rest... just for a bit.
[ So don’t go anywhere, is the silent comment there, even as close as this. He drifts off just like this, his body wanting to recover, but he stays clinging to Ryuu for as much as his fingers will curl. ]