your wish is my comand
kind of porn? idk, i'll warn for it anyway
"Your body makes me want to..." Fujigaya trails off, sitting perfectly still on Yokoo's thighs, feeling every inch of fabric on their jeans between them as he takes in the sight of Yokoo's bare chest.
"Makes you want to what Taisuke?" Yokoo prompts, smirk playing on his lips. "If you don't say it, nothing will happen."
Fujigaya reaches out a tentative hand, moving it slowly towards the pale skin before him. Yokoo's fingers wrap around his wrist, halting him in his attempts to move closer, to touch the smooth skin.
Shifting his hand, Yokoo laces their fingers together, but doesn't allow Fujigaya to move any closer. "If you don't want to yet, I don't mind." Yokoo traces his fingers along the seam of Fujigaya's jeans, long and delicate over his thigh, pulling a sharp breath from Fujigaya. "I can wait."
"No," Fujigaya says quickly, closing his eyes and taking deep breaths. "I want to. I want to really, really badly. It's just," he pauses, taking his lower lip into this mouth and biting on it.
Yokoo watches him carefully waiting for him to finish, free hand drifting up to Fujigaya's hip, thumb rubbing circles into the skin after he scrapes a soft line with his nail.
"Everything changes once we--"
"Change it good." Yokoo shifts himself under Fujigaya's weight, hips moving up gently as he does so. Fujigaya's eyes flutter shut for a moment making Yokoo move once again to see the reaction he gets. "Maybe that's what we need."
"And are you ready for that?"
Yokoo smiles and reaches his hand up, taking it off Fujigaya's hip, to rest on the back of Fujigaya's neck. "Only if you are." He pulls Fujigaya down and presses their lips together, taking the bottom one that Fujigaya was just biting in between his own teeth and nipping at the skin lightly. He isn't in any rush, willing to wait as long as Fujigaya needs until they can do this, wanting it to mean so much more than just sex now that they're at a point where it's more than just a passing thought.
"Fuck me Wataru," Fujigaya breathes once they part long enough for air. "I want you to fuck me."
It's slow and sweet, not rushed just to hear the hot slap of skin, and to feel the sweat slide down your back. Yokoo takes extra care of Fujigaya, making the pleasure of it all to much for him to handle. Fujigaya doesn't want it to stop, wishing to just feel the press of Yokoo's body against his own forever. To feel Yokoo inside him always, rocking back and forth, hitting that spot that has Fujigaya arching his back like a cat in heat.
"Your body makes me want to..." Fujigaya trails off, sitting perfectly still on Yokoo's thighs, feeling every inch of fabric on their jeans between them as he takes in the sight of Yokoo's bare chest.
"Makes you want to what Taisuke?" Yokoo prompts, smirk playing on his lips. "If you don't say it, nothing will happen."
Fujigaya reaches out a tentative hand, moving it slowly towards the pale skin before him. Yokoo's fingers wrap around his wrist, halting him in his attempts to move closer, to touch the smooth skin.
Shifting his hand, Yokoo laces their fingers together, but doesn't allow Fujigaya to move any closer. "If you don't want to yet, I don't mind." Yokoo traces his fingers along the seam of Fujigaya's jeans, long and delicate over his thigh, pulling a sharp breath from Fujigaya. "I can wait."
"No," Fujigaya says quickly, closing his eyes and taking deep breaths. "I want to. I want to really, really badly. It's just," he pauses, taking his lower lip into this mouth and biting on it.
Yokoo watches him carefully waiting for him to finish, free hand drifting up to Fujigaya's hip, thumb rubbing circles into the skin after he scrapes a soft line with his nail.
"Everything changes once we--"
"Change it good." Yokoo shifts himself under Fujigaya's weight, hips moving up gently as he does so. Fujigaya's eyes flutter shut for a moment making Yokoo move once again to see the reaction he gets. "Maybe that's what we need."
"And are you ready for that?"
Yokoo smiles and reaches his hand up, taking it off Fujigaya's hip, to rest on the back of Fujigaya's neck. "Only if you are." He pulls Fujigaya down and presses their lips together, taking the bottom one that Fujigaya was just biting in between his own teeth and nipping at the skin lightly. He isn't in any rush, willing to wait as long as Fujigaya needs until they can do this, wanting it to mean so much more than just sex now that they're at a point where it's more than just a passing thought.
"Fuck me Wataru," Fujigaya breathes once they part long enough for air. "I want you to fuck me."
It's slow and sweet, not rushed just to hear the hot slap of skin, and to feel the sweat slide down your back. Yokoo takes extra care of Fujigaya, making the pleasure of it all to much for him to handle. Fujigaya doesn't want it to stop, wishing to just feel the press of Yokoo's body against his own forever. To feel Yokoo inside him always, rocking back and forth, hitting that spot that has Fujigaya arching his back like a cat in heat.