[ it should be unfair, he thinks, how much such simple praise should affect him. you've been good tonight burns like a hot coal dropped down into the yawning core of him, feeding a fire that is already begun to climb up higher than Choso can easily control. it makes him shiver, makes the stare he levels on Toji somehow sharper, hungrier. ]
I know.
[ he wastes no time in positioning himself, pulling the crook of Toji's knee over his left shoulder, arm winding around his thick thigh before he pops the lube open. into the palm of his right hand Choso pours a generous amount, letting it pool and seep through the creases of his knuckles as he flexes his hand into it, as if luxuriating in the new sensation when he squishes it between his fingers in idle wonder.
this is reward, after all; why not enjoy everything while he can?
and anyway, it's only a few beats later that he lowers his hand to press slick pointer and middle fingers to Toji's entrance, his only warning a low: ]
Don't kick me.
[ -before they push in through the tight ring of muscle. almost immediately, Choso's wrist twists, fingers crooking up, eyes fixed on his partner steady and unblinking. ]
[ Toji can't remember the last time he's looked up at someone like this, fully splayed out and vulnerable. It's kind of nice to get pampered in this sort of way and Toji couldn't explain why he was okay with Choso doing it. He didn't really want to think about it.
His ass is tight, but he relaxes and relishes in the feeling, allowing a moan to pass through his lips as he's touched. Rub and stretch him good, Choso. He's smiling, crookedly, eyelids heavy. ]
You better treat me right. Worship me if you think so highly of me.
[ ashu trying their best to write a bottom role, let's see how it goes ]
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I know.
[ he wastes no time in positioning himself, pulling the crook of Toji's knee over his left shoulder, arm winding around his thick thigh before he pops the lube open. into the palm of his right hand Choso pours a generous amount, letting it pool and seep through the creases of his knuckles as he flexes his hand into it, as if luxuriating in the new sensation when he squishes it between his fingers in idle wonder.
this is reward, after all; why not enjoy everything while he can?
and anyway, it's only a few beats later that he lowers his hand to press slick pointer and middle fingers to Toji's entrance, his only warning a low: ]
Don't kick me.
[ -before they push in through the tight ring of muscle. almost immediately, Choso's wrist twists, fingers crooking up, eyes fixed on his partner steady and unblinking. ]
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His ass is tight, but he relaxes and relishes in the feeling, allowing a moan to pass through his lips as he's touched. Rub and stretch him good, Choso. He's smiling, crookedly, eyelids heavy. ]
You better treat me right. Worship me if you think so highly of me.
[ ashu trying their best to write a bottom role, let's see how it goes ]