[ He appreciates the silence; nothing but breathing and the sound of skin being sucked; bitten. Of course, Toji can hear so much more-- the sounds of their hearts, and maybe even the flow of blood with how quiet they both are being. He continues to mark his neck, finding a new and fresh patch of skin, and as much as Choso seems to wrap his arms around Toji in a way that seems like an embrace, he allows it. He doesn't break away or scold Choso this time, his own palm creeping down the curse's core, along his toned muscles. He's not too slow moving with this, but it's obvious he is getting a feel for things. Just seconds later, his hand is down Choso's pants, raw and unprepared, but he touches him here anyway. Up and down, thumbing along his slit.
His mouth moves from his neck to his ear, sucking and biting on his lobe. When he thinks he's done that enough, Toji does something quite unexpected: he slides down to his knees with a soft thud. ]
[ it's intimate, it's softer than anything he has ever had with Toji, and it throws him. it knocks some vigilant little part of him off-kilter so that when Toji plays with his cock, Choso can't help but to rock forward into him with a ragged warm little gasp. for a brief moment, chest presses to chest, arms tight around Toji's back as Choso presses his cheek into a solid shoulder.
how pitiful he must seem, shivering from only Toji's mouth, squirming from the teeth on his lobe and the hot breath against his ear. the way his hands curl and scratch blunted nails against Toji's shoulderblades is more reflex than thought, mindless kneading.
he is so unprepared that when the other man drops down, Choso can only stare dumbly as his hands drag up into Toji's hair with the motion, palms set in something so like a caress that for a moment, he can't fathom what's happening, why, what happens now. there is no thought save for the small, fervent one in the corner below the white noise of everything else: how good Toji looks from this angle. ]
What. Close your mouth. You look like a dumbass looking at me like that.
[ He couldn't quite explain it either, but Megumi told him something recently that really pissed him off, and now that he's mad at Megumi, fine. He's going to do it and use Choso since Megumi accused him of doing just that. It's out of petty spite mostly, but maybe there's something else unsaid there too. ]
Acting like you have never gotten a blowjob before.
[ maybe he hasn't? Whatever. Just because of his height, he has to dip down and sink further into the musty flooring, but he exposes his partner by pulling him right out and getting to it, holding him and first licking his underside, then along the shaft. It's a stretch, but he also pays attention along his balls, teasing between them with the tip of his tongue. He's not too gentle or delicate when he takes Choso in his mouth entirely, twisting the base of his cock and lifting his eyes just once to glance at him. Maybe it's hard to see in the dim light, but his face certainly feels a little warm.
One hand presses firmly against Choso's hip, keeping control should the curse decided to try and properly face fuck him. ]
[ this, as with most things, is a most new experience, and one coming from Toji of anyone is, well. if Choso hadn’t been flushed before, he is now, face burning hotter than he can ever remember it doing. eyes hooded, gaze downcast, he does not notice the shape his own mouth has taken, how it twitches into a configuration that could be taken as warm, or wondering.
it feels good. damn him, but it feels good; the ministrations of Toji’s mouth have Choso pressed into the wall in no time, hands curling into the man’s hair while every jolt of pleasure drags blunted nails across Toji’s scalp not unlike a giant animal’s kneading. though Choso continues to obey with silence, he cannot stop the soft groans, nor the way his breath hitches when Toji looks up at him, mouth full and eyes sharp.
how is he supposed to keep himself composed like this? Toji’s hand on his hip is a wise choice; Choso finds himself swaying in, body shuddering with the aborted motion. ]
[ He appreciates the cooperation that Choso gives him because the last thing he wants to deal with is answering questions as to why he's doing all of this. Quite honestly, Toji couldn't tell why and neither did he want to investigate it either.
Painfully slowly and painfully tight his lips draw together, easing Choso out of his mouth with a distinctive pop. He gives him another look, a line of spit gracing his lower lip. ]
I'm going to do this until I am done with it, then you are going to lie on that bed and let me fuck you. Understand? You're going to be fine with that and whatever else I want from you.
[ for as much as Choso likes to ask, to know and to learn, he also understands that there is a comfort to be found in silence, that not having to scrape up an answer is the best thing he can offer Toji now. so Choso, he plays his role, and he lets himself shudder and gasp, curling over Toji as the man picks apart the seams of him with his mouth alone.
You’re going to be fine with that and whatever else I want from you.
ah, when put like that, how can he not be? when Toji looks up, Choso can only shiver and nod with a guttural nn of assent, eyes hooded and dark but so focused it’s like the rest of the ruined room has ceased to exist. he may not speak, but broad hands roam enough to make up for it, pushing messy dark hair back from Toji’s forehead so he may better take in the sight below.
how strange it is, how the way Toji looks makes Choso’s teeth ache, saliva pooling in a hunger he cannot name. ]
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His mouth moves from his neck to his ear, sucking and biting on his lobe. When he thinks he's done that enough, Toji does something quite unexpected: he slides down to his knees with a soft thud. ]
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how pitiful he must seem, shivering from only Toji's mouth, squirming from the teeth on his lobe and the hot breath against his ear. the way his hands curl and scratch blunted nails against Toji's shoulderblades is more reflex than thought, mindless kneading.
he is so unprepared that when the other man drops down, Choso can only stare dumbly as his hands drag up into Toji's hair with the motion, palms set in something so like a caress that for a moment, he can't fathom what's happening, why, what happens now. there is no thought save for the small, fervent one in the corner below the white noise of everything else: how good Toji looks from this angle. ]
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[ He couldn't quite explain it either, but Megumi told him something recently that really pissed him off, and now that he's mad at Megumi, fine. He's going to do it and use Choso since Megumi accused him of doing just that. It's out of petty spite mostly, but maybe there's something else unsaid there too. ]
Acting like you have never gotten a blowjob before.
[ maybe he hasn't? Whatever. Just because of his height, he has to dip down and sink further into the musty flooring, but he exposes his partner by pulling him right out and getting to it, holding him and first licking his underside, then along the shaft. It's a stretch, but he also pays attention along his balls, teasing between them with the tip of his tongue. He's not too gentle or delicate when he takes Choso in his mouth entirely, twisting the base of his cock and lifting his eyes just once to glance at him. Maybe it's hard to see in the dim light, but his face certainly feels a little warm.
One hand presses firmly against Choso's hip, keeping control should the curse decided to try and properly face fuck him. ]
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it feels good. damn him, but it feels good; the ministrations of Toji’s mouth have Choso pressed into the wall in no time, hands curling into the man’s hair while every jolt of pleasure drags blunted nails across Toji’s scalp not unlike a giant animal’s kneading. though Choso continues to obey with silence, he cannot stop the soft groans, nor the way his breath hitches when Toji looks up at him, mouth full and eyes sharp.
how is he supposed to keep himself composed like this? Toji’s hand on his hip is a wise choice; Choso finds himself swaying in, body shuddering with the aborted motion. ]
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Painfully slowly and painfully tight his lips draw together, easing Choso out of his mouth with a distinctive pop. He gives him another look, a line of spit gracing his lower lip. ]
I'm going to do this until I am done with it, then you are going to lie on that bed and let me fuck you. Understand? You're going to be fine with that and whatever else I want from you.
[ wow ok say no more ]
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You’re going to be fine with that and whatever else I want from you.
ah, when put like that, how can he not be? when Toji looks up, Choso can only shiver and nod with a guttural nn of assent, eyes hooded and dark but so focused it’s like the rest of the ruined room has ceased to exist. he may not speak, but broad hands roam enough to make up for it, pushing messy dark hair back from Toji’s forehead so he may better take in the sight below.
how strange it is, how the way Toji looks makes Choso’s teeth ache, saliva pooling in a hunger he cannot name. ]