TATTOO 🥰
The reunion has only just started, and Garland is already stressed. Ming-Ming and Mystel had practically run around talking to everyone, getting the latest gossip, and then coming back to Garland to tell him. Why they come back, he doesn't know, but by the evening he was done with all the talking. So, he escapes to the only place he knows they won't want to come to. The hotel bar. There are a few others here already. Sergei in the corner with a drink, waiting for his team, maybe? There's a few of the American's. Oliver and Enrique sitting at the bar deep in conversation. There are a few others he doesn't recognize, but Garland pays them no attention. Instead, he stands at the bar and orders a good drink.
Ozuma's hand gets firmer, rubbing them tightly together. Green eyes stuck on Garland's face. He wants to see him fall apart. Put it into his memory. Something he can look back to. "Cum for me." He urges the man on. Ozuma might be imagining things, but he feels how his soulmate mark brun slightly.
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Garland curses under his breath. God, this man is addictive. The pleasure coursing through his body, his muscles twitching as he clings to the man. He wants to hold on just a little longer. Enjoy this moment before his release, but he can't. He hisses Ozuma's name, barely stopping himself moaning it loudly in this bathroom stall as he cums hard. He barely feels the burn of his tattoo. Pleasure washing through him as he pants hard.
Heart beats loudly in Ozuma's chest. Green eyes watch Garland's face as the man falls apart, and Ozuma finds himself feeling a quick surprise as he too, influenced by Garland, cums hard. A strong shiver runs through him. And without thinking too much he goes in for a hard, forceful kiss while still slowly stroking them both.










