Ooh the “needy grind” one from the thing you reblogged sounds right up Toshi’s alley! I love me some inexperienced, whiny Toshinori lol
He's not entirely sure how this happened.
Your relationship is still new, and- well- new! Toshinori was still inexperienced with all this, but he was fairly certain that hot, passionate make out sessions in a supply closet were not- something that happened this early in a relationship!
....Not that Toshi was complaining.
"You are so-" you murmur in between kisses, "-fucking tall."
You say it like a complaint, but you're smiling as you stand on your tiptoes to kiss him- for his part, Toshi is leaning down, but there's no comfortable way to lean down precisely enough to meet you. He really is just so fucking tall.
But, he's not really expecting you to- do anything about it. So when you shift so that one of your legs is between his, when your hands travel down to his ass, then his thighs- none of it gives him an inkling for what you're about to do.
"Hands on my shoulders," you tell him, pulling back just enough to give him room to process what you've said; confused but unquestioning, he obeys.
You tighten your grip on his thighs, pull them up, and brace your leg against the door; his body comes down and his legs wrap around your waist almost instinctively.
You're seeing eye to eye now. You murmur, "There, much better," before leaning back in to kiss him, despite the fact that you've already left him breathless.
His cock twitches, hard, at being manhandled like this, and his hips jolt, grinding against your thick thigh.
You laugh as you move to kiss down his long neck, and ask, "You like that?"
He can only nod, trying to catch his breath as your kisses turn into little nips; as much as he very much likes the idea of you sinking your teeth into him, he forces himself to whisper, "We're at school! People will see!"
Your lips close, still pressed to his skin, and a sharp stab of anxiety hits him, that he'd somehow ruined this- but then you speak.
"Maybe... somewhere a little harder to see?" you suggest, one hand leaving his thighs to tug at his tie with an eyebrow raised; he nods, eagerly, and his own hands come up, undoing the top few buttons of his dress shirt with shaking hands.
When he's done- prepared a prime piece of his collarbone for you to bite and suck and mark- your eyes meet.
"I want you," he says. "I want this."
Your eyes widen, and then you smile- it feels so soft, and he melts as you lean in to kiss him again.
A few seconds later, when you finally do sink your teeth into him, a deep, drawn-out groan leaves him, and his hips jolt again. The friction is heavenly- he begins chasing it, grinding his clothed cock against your thigh. He's already hard and leaking, so close to bursting- it's been so long, and the way you lave your tongue over the bite mark drives him closer and closer to the edge.
"God, it- you- you're perfect," he blurts out, his hands tightening into fists in the back of your shirt, holding on for dear life as he begins to speed up. "You- you have no idea how much I-" He cuts himself off with a moan, feeling his cock twitch. There's already a wet spot on his pants from precum alone- small, easily hidden or overlooked, but nevertheless there.
You breathe against his skin, against the hickey you've just left him, "Are you close?"
He nods, frantic, and lets out a hoarse laugh as he replies, "Very."
"Careful," you warn, and it's enough to confuse him. His hips slow down, even as his arousal begs him to go faster. "It's still midmorning- do you really want to walk around with a mess like that all day?"
Toshi's cheeks turn red from embarrassment as his hips still, even as his cock throbs needily. You're absolutely right, and even more- he tended to come... quite a lot.
"But... I..." he mumbles, not looking you in the eyes. He's still so close, and he just wants-
"Relax, Toshi," you reply, leaning in close, nudging his nose with your own. "I won't leave you wanting."
With that, you began to set him down slowly, his long legs uncurling from their place around your waist. His feet back on the ground, you let go of him- and like a clumsy, unsteady newborn foal, his legs immediately gave out underneath him, sending him crashing to the floor.
"Are you okay?!" you ask, squatting to make sure he hasn't hurt himself (he hasn't), concern clear on your face.
"I- uh- I guess you really do make me weak in the knees!" he says through the embarrassment, his face red, but a big smile still on his face.
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