[itsuki is very horny yeah but not so horny that he doesn't take a moment to shoot Buzen a look of amusement, wow he must not be making it obvious enough huh how should he rectify this horn-less situation,]
Should I go a little faster? Make it more obvious?
[playful, with maybe a hint of a challenge in the way Itsuki lays his hands flat on Buzen's hips, as if to keep him in place. buzen is the speed adrenaline junkie in this relationship but the world is a race and itsuki would like to play, especially when the race is banging,]
[the way that his eyes are lighting up at the idea of going faster.... just for the sake of going fast. he'll let itsuki place his hands on his hips, but his own will reach up and curl gently behind itsuki's neck to bring him down for a kiss.
buzen nips at his bottom lip gently before deepening it, as if to show his interest. terrible.]
[stop look he knows buzen's happy at the idea of going fast and not at having a horny... but it's worth it just to see that look in his eyes? and also to get a kissy.... itsuki makes the smallest of noises at the nibble, just as interested. TERRIBLE!!!]
Mm, I was thinking... that we could have a race of our own.
[itsuki should stop thinking forever. he presses his stupid sinful face against the crook of Buzen's neck, kissing the skin there]
Like if I made you come apart first, then I'd win.
which is to say that itsuki says race and buzen immediately takes this as a challenge. there's no going back now, because he wants to win. the combination of speed, itsuki, and competitiveness gets him to move fairly immediately.
he was content to lay back before, but that disappears in an instant. he moves to flip itsuki right onto his back, hovering over him. one hand will gently but firmly catch itsuki's chin, tilting his head back so buzen can kiss him, all tongue and teeth. it's like his goal is to steal all the breath out of itsuki's lungs, coaxing every noise from him along the way.
with one intentional movement, he grinds their hips together before moving to nudge itsuki's legs to spread, leaving more room for buzen between them.
the hilarious thing about egging on his boyfriend is that itsuki should really know what exactly will make buzen snap, which he does, but he still has the gall to be surprised when he gets flipped over like a turtle -- his protests immediately silenced before he can make them, muffled into a sort of needy whine that turns into a full-throated groan when buzen presses against him.
the other hilarious thing is that Itsuki is such a bottom that he eagerly makes room, and it's only by a sheer miracle that he remembers what he said like a SECOND AGO -- that he was the one who started the whole competition thing in the first place, and is it really fun for Buzen to win if Itsuki is such an easy opponent?
luckily, he's in the perfect position to fix that! this is buzen's dream, but it's itsuki's too!
and that's when the entire bed just -- tilts itself at an angle so they start fcking SLIDING, then levels out just in time for Itsuki to roll himself on top. it's so incredibly stupid and Itsuki tries to keep things sexy but he also starts laughing -- ]
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Should I go a little faster? Make it more obvious?
[playful, with maybe a hint of a challenge in the way Itsuki lays his hands flat on Buzen's hips, as if to keep him in place. buzen is the speed adrenaline junkie in this relationship but the world is a race and itsuki would like to play, especially when the race is banging,]
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[the way that his eyes are lighting up at the idea of going faster.... just for the sake of going fast. he'll let itsuki place his hands on his hips, but his own will reach up and curl gently behind itsuki's neck to bring him down for a kiss.
buzen nips at his bottom lip gently before deepening it, as if to show his interest. terrible.]
Is that what you want?
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Mm, I was thinking... that we could have a race of our own.
[itsuki should stop thinking forever. he presses his stupid sinful face against the crook of Buzen's neck, kissing the skin there]
Like if I made you come apart first, then I'd win.
[this is just gonna turn into a fight but okay]
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which is to say that itsuki says race and buzen immediately takes this as a challenge. there's no going back now, because he wants to win. the combination of speed, itsuki, and competitiveness gets him to move fairly immediately.
he was content to lay back before, but that disappears in an instant. he moves to flip itsuki right onto his back, hovering over him. one hand will gently but firmly catch itsuki's chin, tilting his head back so buzen can kiss him, all tongue and teeth. it's like his goal is to steal all the breath out of itsuki's lungs, coaxing every noise from him along the way.
with one intentional movement, he grinds their hips together before moving to nudge itsuki's legs to spread, leaving more room for buzen between them.
game on! i guess! itsuki did this!]
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the hilarious thing about egging on his boyfriend is that itsuki should really know what exactly will make buzen snap, which he does, but he still has the gall to be surprised when he gets flipped over like a turtle -- his protests immediately silenced before he can make them, muffled into a sort of needy whine that turns into a full-throated groan when buzen presses against him.
the other hilarious thing is that Itsuki is such a bottom that he eagerly makes room, and it's only by a sheer miracle that he remembers what he said like a SECOND AGO -- that he was the one who started the whole competition thing in the first place, and is it really fun for Buzen to win if Itsuki is such an easy opponent?
luckily, he's in the perfect position to fix that! this is buzen's dream, but it's itsuki's too!
and that's when the entire bed just -- tilts itself at an angle so they start fcking SLIDING, then levels out just in time for Itsuki to roll himself on top. it's so incredibly stupid and Itsuki tries to keep things sexy but he also starts laughing -- ]