[ reigen grins up at him. it’s playful but his eyes can’t help their softness. and then he’s dragging down mob’s underwear, his gaze dropping. ]
... that said. [ his voice rough already, mouth watering. ] I think mine’s better.
[ early on, when they first started fooling around, tentative and excited, he’d gone easy on his poor fiance; not that reigen had a wealth of comparative experience, but he’d always taken to sex well when he actually had it. and he’s never wanted it the way he does with mob.
they have plenty of time before walk-in hours. he actually nuzzles mob’s dick with his face for a second, an open lustful moment, and then he’s taking him in his mouth, slow and velvety. ]
Haah... no way... you don't see how beautiful you are right now.
[It's mind-blowing, sometimes. He wishes photos could catch the colors he could see, but they never could. Was that an esper thing? Was Reigen able to see the way light danced off of them right now? How something so openly lewd and sexual was also so deeply visually romantic?
Letting out a shuddering breath, Shigeo stroked Arataka's hair. He'd gotten more used to what his partner's limits were, but he always liked starting and ending with affectionate tenderness.]
[ again with that word ... mob’s too sweet to be believed sometimes. reigen’s heart clenches tenderly. it’s not a feeling he used to associate with filthy office blowjobs. ridiculous.
he braces his fingers comfortably against mob’s hips to steady them both and starts sucking him, hot and deliberate. no fever pitch, but it’s intense anyway. this is one of reigen’s special techniques, actually. he only ever cared about being any good at it for mob. ]
[It's a good thing that he was backed into the desk. Arataka was so good at this, Shigeo had no idea if he could ever do as good of a job when he tried to return the favor. He leaned his free arm against the desk behind him for stability, knowing that Arataka always eventually managed to make his knees completely weak.]
[ just having mob in his mouth is enough to make his nerve endings burn, his own arousal alive and well all of a sudden, low in his belly. he moans around his mouthful, caressing a gentle touch over mob’s hipbones, reassuring. last night had been slow and sleepy, his hands finding their way inside mob’s clothes only parenthetically because kissing him had been paramount--kissing him after a nice family dinner, after another reminder of his unearned contentment. reigen’s more deliberate this morning, focused, falling easily into a rhythm with all the steady heat of melting wax. ]
[Cute, cute, cute, Arataka was so cute. He didn't have to see to know that his partner was already getting hard. He'd have to help with that, he'd be delighted to, it'd be so perfect to have the man up against the window and staring down that tree.]
I want to touch you, Taka... I want to use my fingers and get you seeing stars.
[He didn't make any motions, of course - the words were sweet, stuttering promises of what was to come.]
[ of course he’s thinking about it, he always barrels into the thought whenever they get like this: mob’s hands on him, those long fingers on him, in him. he really, really loves mob’s hands; he has since the beginning.
but he’s got a decent set of hands too, deft fingers sliding inside the carved marble of mob’s muscled thigh to brush a tender caress over his balls and then wrapping around the base of him as reigen sucks him harder, laving him with his tongue, swallowing around him easily, giddily. reigen could do this all morning. it’s probably a good thing they’ve got work soon. ]
[The esper gasps it, thighs trembling slightly as he kept his hips to a gentle roll. He didn't want to escape Arataka's grasp on him, it felt too good, too perfect. His fingers curled, tangling in blond hair and gripping without pulling, and he let go of the long moan he'd been hesitantly restraining until now. Fuck, it felt so good.
[ one day he’s gonna convince the gentlest man in the world to pull his hair, fuck his mouth, push him around a little. he doubts it’ll happen overnight, but the thought makes him smile.
he pulls back, sucking in a wet breath with mob’s cock still resting against his lower lip. he glances up at mob through sandy eyelashes--mob, his stupidly handsome intended with his big gorgeous dick. ]
... mmm, sure is.
[ his voice rough. he’s sinking his head back down again, taking mob back into his throat as if he never left it, sucking harder, harder. ]
[The closer he approached orgasm, the greater the battle between keeping his gaze locked on Arataka to not miss a single moment and rolling his eyes back and keening in pleasure.
Eventually, Arataka makes his desire to watch a losing battle. In a loud moan, Shigeo came, pressing his cock deeper into the softness of Reigen's throat and gripping his hair firmly as he spilled inside his lover.]
[ reigen groans, stroking him through it. he stays down there too, until he’s satisfied mob’s done pulsing in his mouth, and then he draws back, rolls the taste over his tongue with a patience he doesn’t afford most liquids and then swallowing it down.
afterwards he drops warm wet kisses over the scratches he left inside mob’s thigh, over mob’s hipbone too. and for a dizzy second he rests his head against mob’s thigh, panting as his own arousal starts to hit him in fuller focus. ]
[Those gentle kisses, that lusty look... getting a better angle, he can definitely see the hardness in Reigen's pants. Gently, he reached down and touched Arataka's elbows, intending to get the man to his feet.]
[ he presses a hand to the desk to push himself up, his other hand clinging limply to mob’s hip, only slightly shaky once he’s back on his feet. he can’t help it--he presses in close immediately, grinds against mob’s thigh with a muttered curse, leaning up for another kiss. ]
[Reigen tastes like his cum... it's not a pleasant flavor, but it's a phenomenal thought, and Shigeo hums into the kiss fondly. He savored the kiss for a brief moment, but he broke it to nibble at Reigen's earlobe.]
Watch, Arataka.
[He hoists Reigen up with a mix of aura and his own physical strength, floating everything off of the desk so he could lay his fiance on it. Reigen's turn to have his belt undone, his zipper tugged down, but Shigeo fully intends to do more than free the man's cock.]
Gorgeous.
[He loved the way his shadow cast over Arataka. He hoped the dominance of the colorful tree in the window framed him the way it'd been so intensely part of the picture as it had for Shigeo.]
[ reigen makes a very undignified noise when he’s lifted onto the desk, eyes wide when mob leans over him. and--yeah, it does work, the full picture: the sharp dark and ivory of his fiance, backlit by the early morning outside, the colors of flowers in distant bloom casting the clear sky and its feathered clouds in sweet delicate pinks and blues and violets. god, how did reigen ever think he could handle him? ]
M-Mob.
[ he squirms on the desk, shifts to accommodate however mob and his powers move him. he’s hard, trembling a little with it, watching him closely, his own hands flexing uncertainly on the desktop. ]
[Fuck, Arataka looks so good sprawled and startled like this, and the way his voice trembled out that precious nickname...
His hands felt big, compared to Arataka's body, as he slid down those grey pants and pushed up the formerly nicely tucked shirt. Like opening a present... he let his fingers slide over Reigen's belly, feeling it rise and fall with Arataka's haphazard breathing.]
Tell me what you want, Taka.
[Shigeo kept his left hand wandering across his fiance's skin, raising his other to put his index and middle finger into his own mouth, sucking and licking wetly on them.]
[ he wants to worry about rumpling his clothes when they have a full day ahead of them. he can’t really think right now, breath letting out fast at the gentle path mob’s warm fingers trace over his stomach. and then he glances back up at mob sliding his fingers into his mouth, dark eyes smouldering, and oh fuck, oh shit, he’s in trouble. ]
Oh god.
[ is mob going to fingerfuck him, in the office, on their desk, the idea feels less like a thought than a picture clawing its way out of his mind-- ]
I, I want everything. From you. Your hands. I used to-- [ his hand flinches down, he’s rubbing himself roughly over his boxer-briefs with a harsh shuddering breath ] I did it to myself. Sometimes. Thinking about you.
[Shigeo let his fingers trail down over the boxer-briefs after Reigen's hand, stroking and feeling the shape of the cock under the fabric. The idea of Reigen fucking himself was so alluring.]
For how long, Taka?
[Hooking his dampened fingers into Arataka's boxers, he pulled the cloth down to free his partner completely. Whatever the mess ended up being, he'd clean up - it was easily worth it.]
... since that first night, in the alley. After that I’d just ... sometimes I ...
[ reigen trails off in a hiss as mob pulls his boxers down, lifting his hips to make it easier, to give mob access to--all of him, wherever he wants it. this is a terrible idea. mob is so gorgeous reigen can hardly bear to look at him, but he doesn’t want to look anywhere else either. he compromises momentarily: covering his face with a hand, embarrassed at how turned on he is, to be talking about this at all. ]
I’ve never wanted someone like that. You make me crazy.
[ it’s so glibly commanding that reigen just gawks at him for a split-second, flushing clear down to his chest, eyes blown dark from arousal--and then mob is licking him and he almost bangs his head against the desktop when he moans. ]
Do you keep anything in your desk for a moment like this?
[Saliva could work in a pinch, but if there was a better option Shigeo would of course tend to his lover. He gently wraps his fingers around Arataka's shaft, giving it a few slow pumps.]
If not, I'll be very, very careful and slow, okay?
[ his throat moves in a tight swallow to contain another noise when mob strokes him, but-- in another last-ditch effort to show he still has some brain cells working--his expression goes briefly comedy-flat. ]
For a moment like this?
[ local man has never fucked in any office, never mind his own office!!! after a second he jerks his head back towards the massage room. ]
The, ah--the massage oil should be fine. [ aaaaaAAAAA ]
[He can float it over, even if the idea of making Arataka lay on the desk and wait for him was a little tempting. Theeeere we go... he poured it into his hand, and got both hands nice and oiled up.
Now, when his off hand wrapped around Arataka, he gripped more firmly with the oil to help keep his partner's dick slick and comfortable. And after gently rubbing at Arataka's entrance with his middle finger, he slowly slid it in, experimenting with finding what was comfortable for Arataka.]
[ it’s good oil, is the thing, and mob has good hands. when mob slides his finger in with no aim yet other than to feel him out, a soft alarmed whine leaks from reigen’s throat, which just makes him flush impossibly harder. it’s a lot, too much, the sight of mob’s pale fingers wet and pushing up against and inside him, too stark a contrast from the jut of reigen’s cock. and behind mob, behind his strong shoulders, that damn tree.
he spreads his legs to make it easier, tries to breathe through it, rocks back against him gently. he’s been waiting for this, in a way. he doesn’t think about sex all the time, maybe even not that often, but when he does it’s always in anticipation of something like this. ]
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... that said. [ his voice rough already, mouth watering. ] I think mine’s better.
[ early on, when they first started fooling around, tentative and excited, he’d gone easy on his poor fiance; not that reigen had a wealth of comparative experience, but he’d always taken to sex well when he actually had it. and he’s never wanted it the way he does with mob.
they have plenty of time before walk-in hours. he actually nuzzles mob’s dick with his face for a second, an open lustful moment, and then he’s taking him in his mouth, slow and velvety. ]
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[It's mind-blowing, sometimes. He wishes photos could catch the colors he could see, but they never could. Was that an esper thing? Was Reigen able to see the way light danced off of them right now? How something so openly lewd and sexual was also so deeply visually romantic?
Letting out a shuddering breath, Shigeo stroked Arataka's hair. He'd gotten more used to what his partner's limits were, but he always liked starting and ending with affectionate tenderness.]
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he braces his fingers comfortably against mob’s hips to steady them both and starts sucking him, hot and deliberate. no fever pitch, but it’s intense anyway. this is one of reigen’s special techniques, actually. he only ever cared about being any good at it for mob. ]
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[It's a good thing that he was backed into the desk. Arataka was so good at this, Shigeo had no idea if he could ever do as good of a job when he tried to return the favor. He leaned his free arm against the desk behind him for stability, knowing that Arataka always eventually managed to make his knees completely weak.]
Pretty... so pretty... you're so sexy, Taka...
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I want to touch you, Taka... I want to use my fingers and get you seeing stars.
[He didn't make any motions, of course - the words were sweet, stuttering promises of what was to come.]
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but he’s got a decent set of hands too, deft fingers sliding inside the carved marble of mob’s muscled thigh to brush a tender caress over his balls and then wrapping around the base of him as reigen sucks him harder, laving him with his tongue, swallowing around him easily, giddily. reigen could do this all morning. it’s probably a good thing they’ve got work soon. ]
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[The esper gasps it, thighs trembling slightly as he kept his hips to a gentle roll. He didn't want to escape Arataka's grasp on him, it felt too good, too perfect. His fingers curled, tangling in blond hair and gripping without pulling, and he let go of the long moan he'd been hesitantly restraining until now. Fuck, it felt so good.
What a sight, what a sight Arataka was.]
T-the view is... amazing...
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he pulls back, sucking in a wet breath with mob’s cock still resting against his lower lip. he glances up at mob through sandy eyelashes--mob, his stupidly handsome intended with his big gorgeous dick. ]
... mmm, sure is.
[ his voice rough. he’s sinking his head back down again, taking mob back into his throat as if he never left it, sucking harder, harder. ]
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Eventually, Arataka makes his desire to watch a losing battle. In a loud moan, Shigeo came, pressing his cock deeper into the softness of Reigen's throat and gripping his hair firmly as he spilled inside his lover.]
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afterwards he drops warm wet kisses over the scratches he left inside mob’s thigh, over mob’s hipbone too. and for a dizzy second he rests his head against mob’s thigh, panting as his own arousal starts to hit him in fuller focus. ]
Fuck. [ his throat rasping. ] Mob.
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[Those gentle kisses, that lusty look... getting a better angle, he can definitely see the hardness in Reigen's pants. Gently, he reached down and touched Arataka's elbows, intending to get the man to his feet.]
Your turn, Taka.
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Watch, Arataka.
[He hoists Reigen up with a mix of aura and his own physical strength, floating everything off of the desk so he could lay his fiance on it. Reigen's turn to have his belt undone, his zipper tugged down, but Shigeo fully intends to do more than free the man's cock.]
Gorgeous.
[He loved the way his shadow cast over Arataka. He hoped the dominance of the colorful tree in the window framed him the way it'd been so intensely part of the picture as it had for Shigeo.]
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M-Mob.
[ he squirms on the desk, shifts to accommodate however mob and his powers move him. he’s hard, trembling a little with it, watching him closely, his own hands flexing uncertainly on the desktop. ]
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His hands felt big, compared to Arataka's body, as he slid down those grey pants and pushed up the formerly nicely tucked shirt. Like opening a present... he let his fingers slide over Reigen's belly, feeling it rise and fall with Arataka's haphazard breathing.]
Tell me what you want, Taka.
[Shigeo kept his left hand wandering across his fiance's skin, raising his other to put his index and middle finger into his own mouth, sucking and licking wetly on them.]
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Oh god.
[ is mob going to fingerfuck him, in the office, on their desk, the idea feels less like a thought than a picture clawing its way out of his mind-- ]
I, I want everything. From you. Your hands. I used to-- [ his hand flinches down, he’s rubbing himself roughly over his boxer-briefs with a harsh shuddering breath ] I did it to myself. Sometimes. Thinking about you.
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[Shigeo let his fingers trail down over the boxer-briefs after Reigen's hand, stroking and feeling the shape of the cock under the fabric. The idea of Reigen fucking himself was so alluring.]
For how long, Taka?
[Hooking his dampened fingers into Arataka's boxers, he pulled the cloth down to free his partner completely. Whatever the mess ended up being, he'd clean up - it was easily worth it.]
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[ reigen trails off in a hiss as mob pulls his boxers down, lifting his hips to make it easier, to give mob access to--all of him, wherever he wants it. this is a terrible idea. mob is so gorgeous reigen can hardly bear to look at him, but he doesn’t want to look anywhere else either. he compromises momentarily: covering his face with a hand, embarrassed at how turned on he is, to be talking about this at all. ]
I’ve never wanted someone like that. You make me crazy.
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The lesson is about appreciating the view, shishou.
[He fondly licks a stripe up the length of Reigen's shaft, gaze boring into Reigen's face.]
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[Saliva could work in a pinch, but if there was a better option Shigeo would of course tend to his lover. He gently wraps his fingers around Arataka's shaft, giving it a few slow pumps.]
If not, I'll be very, very careful and slow, okay?
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For a moment like this?
[ local man has never fucked in any office, never mind his own office!!! after a second he jerks his head back towards the massage room. ]
The, ah--the massage oil should be fine. [ aaaaaAAAAA ]
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[He can float it over, even if the idea of making Arataka lay on the desk and wait for him was a little tempting. Theeeere we go... he poured it into his hand, and got both hands nice and oiled up.
Now, when his off hand wrapped around Arataka, he gripped more firmly with the oil to help keep his partner's dick slick and comfortable. And after gently rubbing at Arataka's entrance with his middle finger, he slowly slid it in, experimenting with finding what was comfortable for Arataka.]
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he spreads his legs to make it easier, tries to breathe through it, rocks back against him gently. he’s been waiting for this, in a way. he doesn’t think about sex all the time, maybe even not that often, but when he does it’s always in anticipation of something like this. ]
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