( ...This was supposed to be fun, and there is something nice about seeing Toma cry and jerk and gasp from his own actions.
But it only goes so far. Esikko sighs, and the sigh is heavy enough to make his next actions clearly pointed. He slides his palm away from Toma's chest, withdrawing it as his other hand works harder. Faster, and this time without stopping, he urges him to chase that rising feeling without preventing him this time. And whenever he comes, so long as he does, Esikko continues his strokes afterwards, slowing only to be sure that he doesn't overstimulate in the sensitive afterglow, smearing mess without a care.
That care immediately vanishes the moment things are calm, and when he pulls his hand back, he wipes it with a huff across Toma's kimono. He is absolutely not giving him any credit for his stubbornness!! Not a word!! )
[There is no reason to be as smug as Toma is, even past the tears and shuddering and aggressive focus, at that sigh.
Not long to think about that, though, when Esikko's hand starts moving faster - and, as Toma realizes with a faint thrill despite himself, doesn't stop this time. The fact that he's still halfway braced for Esikko to stop short again anyway, despite all signs to the contrary, only means the orgasm itself hits harder; even having worked to keep quiet all this time, he cries out unsteadily when he comes, shuddering as Esikko strokes through it.
There are a few moments of quiet, except for the click of the lock and Toma's unsteady breathing. Then he pulls in a deeper breath and mumbles:] Asshole.
[Whether that was about the edging or the jizz smeared deliberately on his clothes, he will not be elaborating. He scrubs away the tears drying on his cheeks and sits up with some effort, peering out the window - checking how high up they are, and how long he has to put himself back together before they reach the platform and get the hell out.]
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But it only goes so far. Esikko sighs, and the sigh is heavy enough to make his next actions clearly pointed. He slides his palm away from Toma's chest, withdrawing it as his other hand works harder. Faster, and this time without stopping, he urges him to chase that rising feeling without preventing him this time. And whenever he comes, so long as he does, Esikko continues his strokes afterwards, slowing only to be sure that he doesn't overstimulate in the sensitive afterglow, smearing mess without a care.
That care immediately vanishes the moment things are calm, and when he pulls his hand back, he wipes it with a huff across Toma's kimono. He is absolutely not giving him any credit for his stubbornness!! Not a word!! )
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Not long to think about that, though, when Esikko's hand starts moving faster - and, as Toma realizes with a faint thrill despite himself, doesn't stop this time. The fact that he's still halfway braced for Esikko to stop short again anyway, despite all signs to the contrary, only means the orgasm itself hits harder; even having worked to keep quiet all this time, he cries out unsteadily when he comes, shuddering as Esikko strokes through it.
There are a few moments of quiet, except for the click of the lock and Toma's unsteady breathing. Then he pulls in a deeper breath and mumbles:] Asshole.
[Whether that was about the edging or the jizz smeared deliberately on his clothes, he will not be elaborating. He scrubs away the tears drying on his cheeks and sits up with some effort, peering out the window - checking how high up they are, and how long he has to put himself back together before they reach the platform and get the hell out.]