[L's large, dark eyes just stare for a moment, at Shoyo breathing hard and thinking to ask about a logistical issue, the propriety of it, the thoughtfulness of every possible emission.
He offers a slight smile, because laughing would be unkind; no response at all would be cruel.]
From the beginning, Shoyo... I was expecting "it."
[He says this gently, as if to point out the slight ridiculousness of putting something loaded in one's mouth, fiddling around with the trigger, and not expecting something to come out eventually.]
I'd prefer for it not to be in my hair, or on my face. Otherwise... I don't prefer or oppose anything else, but the neatest outcome seems to be finishing inside. So... I'll continue, then? If that's OK?
[He kisses the tip of Shoyo's cock, pressing it with his tongue and starting to take it back into his mouth, his grasp firming once more around its length.]
[ at the very least, lazarus has helped in not allowing him to feel stupid about the question. being on the same page was important, wasn't it? and if that was all under mutual agreement and he was sure of that— novice mistakes be damned. or maybe, forgiven. shoyo nods with flush rusty cheeks ready to look purplish in their deepened hue, but the corners of his bitten lips are curving upward and abashedly showing more teeth. ]
Okay. Yeah, I just wanted to . . . [ a shiver, brief, small but visible in the pause he gives erupts from the kiss to his susceptible member. ] Make sure, good to, good to knoh—
[ and that's the end of the conversation for him, shortly cut but sweetly taking his breath away, the chill from being out in the air and slick is enveloped with wet heat and gently pressured lips. no more interruptions this time. ]
[The more L thinks of it (and he can think, like this, it's in fact impossible for him to turn off the impulse), he's glad and grateful that Shoyo cared to ask. It says something about his partner, so much that L can't help but put his boyish virtue on even more of a pedestal.
He hums his understanding and acceptance, quickening the pace, the gentle vacuum in his mouth and throat dark and waiting as his left hand presses reassuringly against the other man's ribs.]
[ shōyō allows this to, as he had asked from the beginning, to finish him, and god had it been a climb. it wasn’t a difficult one, to get back into focus, now when he was so thoroughly teased to the point that, could he really meander his thoughts over to anything else? not with the hair between his fingers, a scalp being massaged and accompanying his dips up and down his slicked cock, pulsating in his mouth with each stroke from the base to the shaft. with eyes on the man and highly, highly visual (lazarus would notice, it’s not just his eyes shoyo was after), what softly dribbles from his mouth his an open gape.
the tremble and strain underneath was significant. shōyō never knew there was such a sound in him when it burst from his throat hoarse, high and fluttering with the highest chime of ecstasy. with one of lazarus’ deeper intakes, lips so tenderly sweet with his friction, he spills himself into the mouth that cups him. his knees give, his legs want to buckle down. when he pours, he feels like he could slip into a pile of gelatinous shōyō, and that he nearly does, had he not planted a hand behind him.
flushed, hot and released, the recovering gasp inward he gives follows the gentle cradling of the face crouched before him, careful to thumb for thick saliva or an accidental spill from lazarus’ lip line. just— ]
[L knows, from all that he's read about this, what to look for to know that the job is almost finished. He's still struck by the inescapable nature of it, the realization that once a certain point's been reached, the nature of the conclusion is inevitable.
He thinks about sex, it turns out, the same way he thinks of a lot of things. Enjoyment is certainly involved; all sorts of mental and emotional feedback are at play. But there's something frightening to him about what he's witnessing; it's fine in Shoyo, warmblooded and fully human, of course, but could he suffer himself to lose control of his muscles to the point where the spasm, his voice to the point where he's panting and moaning and close to begging?
Who, in the end, could be allowed to do that to him? He relishes the power he has in this situation, gripping Shoyo as long as he's hard, when he's at his very hardest. When Shoyo's filling his mouth and trembling, he releases his hold, bringing his hand to his chin out of fear that something will spill. It's a lot, which he understands to be a point of pride, but it also complicates his resolution to neatly swallow.
He does his best, breathless and slightly flushed from the effort, but before he can wipe his mouth, Shoyo's hands are at his face and doing it for him.]
Yeah?
[He straightens, joining Shoyo and wrapping him in an embrace that's half-hug and half-cuddle.]
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He offers a slight smile, because laughing would be unkind; no response at all would be cruel.]
From the beginning, Shoyo... I was expecting "it."
[He says this gently, as if to point out the slight ridiculousness of putting something loaded in one's mouth, fiddling around with the trigger, and not expecting something to come out eventually.]
I'd prefer for it not to be in my hair, or on my face. Otherwise... I don't prefer or oppose anything else, but the neatest outcome seems to be finishing inside. So... I'll continue, then? If that's OK?
[He kisses the tip of Shoyo's cock, pressing it with his tongue and starting to take it back into his mouth, his grasp firming once more around its length.]
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Okay. Yeah, I just wanted to . . . [ a shiver, brief, small but visible in the pause he gives erupts from the kiss to his susceptible member. ] Make sure, good to, good to knoh—
[ and that's the end of the conversation for him, shortly cut but sweetly taking his breath away, the chill from being out in the air and slick is enveloped with wet heat and gently pressured lips. no more interruptions this time. ]
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He hums his understanding and acceptance, quickening the pace, the gentle vacuum in his mouth and throat dark and waiting as his left hand presses reassuringly against the other man's ribs.]
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the tremble and strain underneath was significant. shōyō never knew there was such a sound in him when it burst from his throat hoarse, high and fluttering with the highest chime of ecstasy. with one of lazarus’ deeper intakes, lips so tenderly sweet with his friction, he spills himself into the mouth that cups him. his knees give, his legs want to buckle down. when he pours, he feels like he could slip into a pile of gelatinous shōyō, and that he nearly does, had he not planted a hand behind him.
flushed, hot and released, the recovering gasp inward he gives follows the gentle cradling of the face crouched before him, careful to thumb for thick saliva or an accidental spill from lazarus’ lip line. just— ]
Oh, oh, crap, that, wow—
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He thinks about sex, it turns out, the same way he thinks of a lot of things. Enjoyment is certainly involved; all sorts of mental and emotional feedback are at play. But there's something frightening to him about what he's witnessing; it's fine in Shoyo, warmblooded and fully human, of course, but could he suffer himself to lose control of his muscles to the point where the spasm, his voice to the point where he's panting and moaning and close to begging?
Who, in the end, could be allowed to do that to him? He relishes the power he has in this situation, gripping Shoyo as long as he's hard, when he's at his very hardest. When Shoyo's filling his mouth and trembling, he releases his hold, bringing his hand to his chin out of fear that something will spill. It's a lot, which he understands to be a point of pride, but it also complicates his resolution to neatly swallow.
He does his best, breathless and slightly flushed from the effort, but before he can wipe his mouth, Shoyo's hands are at his face and doing it for him.]
Yeah?
[He straightens, joining Shoyo and wrapping him in an embrace that's half-hug and half-cuddle.]
Let's not just do this on birthdays.