[Katsura's arousal was already growing, a sight Takasugi hadn't missed. It seemed too soon, as if opportunity for rough fingers wandering over soft skin and the rush of limbs straining to force the other into a preferred position had slipped away from him.
But such things had never been an option in the first place.
Instead, he was met with a subtle curve in his partner's lips, with lithe arms draping around his neck and sending a chill over his heated skin. Shinsuke let his head lull to the side, cheek brushing against Katsura's arms with gentle affection.
He'd take the guidance with no deviation, crawling forward with a predatory arch to his shoulders that culminated in little more than a kiss that evolved into gently sucking at the other's lip.
When Zura pulls away, Takasugi looks down at his friend. The other is pleased, eager, happy, and it gives his small smirk a hint of fondness. His voice echoes in his throat, acknowledging Katsura's coming request.
Though, the leg around him was a bit jarring. Fast? Aggressive? Takasugi had intended to surrender his instincts for abuse, but he didn't quite mean to give Zura the go-ahead to physically control them both-
He seemed confused.
And then the question, and Shinsuke's face clearly read what!?. But he sighed, keening his head to the side.] Yes...from black hair over thin shoulders- [He ran gentle fingers along the path of description.] to the shaking in your chest. [Takasugi would remove more clothing as he traveled.]
is this hell
But such things had never been an option in the first place.
Instead, he was met with a subtle curve in his partner's lips, with lithe arms draping around his neck and sending a chill over his heated skin. Shinsuke let his head lull to the side, cheek brushing against Katsura's arms with gentle affection.
He'd take the guidance with no deviation, crawling forward with a predatory arch to his shoulders that culminated in little more than a kiss that evolved into gently sucking at the other's lip.
When Zura pulls away, Takasugi looks down at his friend. The other is pleased, eager, happy, and it gives his small smirk a hint of fondness. His voice echoes in his throat, acknowledging Katsura's coming request.
Though, the leg around him was a bit jarring. Fast? Aggressive? Takasugi had intended to surrender his instincts for abuse, but he didn't quite mean to give Zura the go-ahead to physically control them both-
He seemed confused.
And then the question, and Shinsuke's face clearly read what!?. But he sighed, keening his head to the side.] Yes...from black hair over thin shoulders- [He ran gentle fingers along the path of description.] to the shaking in your chest. [Takasugi would remove more clothing as he traveled.]