遠藤耕太

[prxbable]

taaboh​:

“Hah?” Takayuki questions, crinkling his nose as he brings a hand up to rub at the back of his neck. “Well, I…

“What, I can’t just wear my sneakers to work?”

They are pretty sick. His oya-san’d gotten him a fly pair of Champions that he does his best to wear all the damn time.

“Nobody’s gonna be looking at my feet.”

Kouta pulls his lips between his teeth as he attempts a neutral face. Though, even then, the fond smirk still tugs at the corners of his lips. 

“I’ll let you get through your first week of work before I circle to this conversation,” he offers and, with a gentle hand resting on Takayuki’s arm, leads the way to the cashier.

It’s simple as he leads the transaction. Even despite his natural shyness, it’s easier wit the other by his side.

[prxbable]

taaboh​:

Takayuki’s fingers are firm on the curves of Kouta’s jaw, gripping hard enough the tips of them dig into his flesh. He draws Kouta’s head up, trusting him to adjust his arms for his own comfort on the way, and narrows his eyes down at him.

“You think you deserve to use your hands after making me work to get that blanket off you?”

He digs his fingers harder, enough to hurt. (They have all weekend for the marks to heal, he tells himself.)

“No. Show me how badly you want it first.” Then his hold drops, and as he shifts his weight onto his knees Takayuki’s thighs part to help him as he pulls his cock from the confines of his boxer briefs.

He smacks the side of it lightly against Kouta’s cheek, pre-come catching against the bone. “Slut.”

A soft, startled sound fled Kouta as he felt the grip to his jaw, He knows he’s in for it, and he couldn’t be any more relieved. Almost as much as he’s missed having even just a moment alone with Takayuki, he’s missed the man taking control of him.

The degradation shouldn’t feel as good as it does, but as Kouta looks up at the man, there’s nothing but adoration and gratitude shining in his dark hues.

With a slight nod and a lick of his lips, he adjusts himself so his face is near Takayuki’s exposed length. Kouta’s eyes flicker up to meet Takayuki’s once more before he leans in to press a gentle kiss to the tip of his length. 

Even if it’s meant as just dirty talk, calling Kouta a slut is absolutely right. There’s nothing he loves more than taking his partner’s cock however he so wished. He loved being his play thing. He always treated him so well, too, that it was so easy for him to crave their next bout of intimacy.

A shiver ran down his spine as he thought of the things that were to come as he pressed his lips along his length, tongue peaking out to press a soft lick to the warm skin.

[prxbable]

taaboh​:

“Restless?” Takayuki offers, making a face. “You make it sound like I’m bouncing off the walls all the time.”

Kouta wouldn’t be wrong if that was what he was implying, though. Between all the part-time work Takayuki pulls between classes and papers and exams, it’s a wonder he found time to get this department store suit at all.

Once he’s out of the stall, he has the suit neatly placed back in its special bag, having gotten back into his favourite red letterman jacket and jeans.

“Come to the counter with me, will you? You’re better talking to these clerks than I am.”

Kouta’s brows furrow as he gives Takayuki and incredulous glance. “You mean to tell me you won’t be bored out of your mind sorting through papers and filing folders?” He gives a shake of his head. “You and I both know you could never do that long term. You need excitement. A break from the mundane.”

At the request, the shorter gives a warm smile and nod of the head. 

“Of course. Do you have everything you need? Shoes? Dress socks?” he inquires as he begins to move alongside Yagami towards the front of the store.

[prxbable]

taaboh​:

“Then get down.”

The elastic of his boxer briefs snaps against his abdomen as Takayuki lets it go. Half-hard now, his dick throbs in his underwear, the tip of it wet and rubbing against the cloth.

He cocks his head forward. “On your stomach, Kouta. You know how.”

It wouldn’t be the first time Kouta’s had to do it, at any rate. Lying on his belly, held up by his forearms, made to lift his head with the arch of his back… Takayuki’s fond of seeing that, too, and he shifts to meet Kouta’s position as he kneels on the bed.

“I’ll let you rub your face against it,” he purrs, “but don’t open your mouth, huh?”

With the softest of sounds affirming he understands, Kouta clambers gracelessly as he moves into position. Even with the number of times he’s set himself up in such a way, he’s always been inclined to look up at Takayuki to ensure he’s done it right. 

There’s a disappointed twinkle in his eyes and his mouth falls open just enough in an unasked question as his partner tells him he can’t open his mouth. Still, he knows he’ll gladly take what he can get, so he replies with a soft hum. 

“And my hands?” he questions, hoping that he’s allowed to use them, but in his gut, he’s all but certain he knows the answer.

Regardless, he has them folded neatly beneath his chest, knowing he needs to be good at all turns if he wants any chance of being able to take Takayuki in his mouth.

[prxbable]

taaboh​:

Though he hadn’t expected any less, the way Kouta pushes the layers off him away brings a smile to Takayuki’s face all the same. He leans in like he expects something, so Takayuki lets go of himself only to undo the fastenings of his trousers and leave the flaps open.

“You took the comforter off, huh?”

Rubbing himself through his boxer briefs, Takayuki’s eyes close momentarily as his head lolls to the side. He sighs, and with the lack of constraints his length hardens and curves as he grinds his hips up into his own touch.

“Was it too much, Kouta?” Voice a little lower, a little more gravelly, Takayuki’s tongue wets his lips. He meets his boyfriend’s eyes, spreads his legs a bit more, and slips his fingers up to tug the garter of his underwear down enough to show where the trail of hair down his navel gets thicker. “Do you want me to fuck you all weekend now?”

A shiver runs through his spine as Takayuki says his name and his fingers curl into the plush fabric once more, only to try and hold onto something real this time.

It’s unfair how easily the lawyer manages to weasel his way under Kouta’s skin. Whether he does it on purpose or not, he always hits every single one Kouta’s buttons to the point his knees quake and his cock twitches as it begins to harden. 

Truthfully, he hopes that these little things Takayuki does is intentional, otherwise Kouta’s certain he lays with the like of an Incubus.

Kouta can’t help the way he licks his lips as his partner begins to tauntingly expose just shy of his length. Damn, does he want to just lean over and pull the band down himself, suck him off with everything he has to get and taste every last drop he could get. 

“P-Please, Taka,” he breathes shakily. “I need you.”

[prxbable]

taaboh​:

Takayuki’s so caught up in being called his first name that it takes him a good few seconds before his mind processes the rest of what Kouta’s said.

“Huh?” he says, blinking. “Comfortable… most my stuff is loose, you know.”

He pulls the tie free, folding it in one hand before setting it down. Once he’s in the changing stall again the suit jacket is shrugged off and hung carefully before Takayuki works on undoing the buttons of the shirt.

“I don’t have the money for tailoring, anyway.” He shrugs the shirt off too, standing there in his tank top, and tries to hang it with the jacket. “I’ll have to pull a few more shifts first.”

“Mm... maybe comfortable isn’t the best word,” Kouta hums as rests his index finger and thumb onto his chin in thought. “Maybe confident is more in line with what I mean. If the suit is too big in certain spots, it’ll look like it’s starting to swallow you whole and you might begin to feel it in your mood.”

Though he doesn’t realize it, Kouta’s staring at Yagami as he undoes his tie and shirt. As soon as he does, he flushes and averts his gaze, praying his stupidity hadn’t caused the other to notice.

“Well, while I hope you’re able to move on with your career as quickly as possible so you don’t grow too restless, I’m sure you’ve got some time until you’ll need it done.”

[prxbable]

taaboh​:

“Oh, you curious?”

His palm curves over his cock, his thumb brushing briefly over the head of it. Kouta’s touched him enough to know that the careful circles of his thumb tip are bound to make the slit pearl with moisture, and in the fine material of his (cheap) suit trousers, the shape of him is ever so obvious.

“I think about you bent over the desk, of course,” he says, his head tilting back as he looks at the ceiling in thought. Like this, Takayuki’s throat is exposed, and he wets his lips and swallows so Kouta can watch the bob of his Adam’s apple. “Thinking about your ass in the air like that… we do that position a lot, don’t we, Kouta?”

His cock fills some in his hand, enough for Takayuki to stroke.

“But I think about you riding me in that uncomfortable office chair too.” He grins. “Or the both of us doing it on my boss’ chair. That one’s real comfy. Quiet, too, so you can barely hear it if I” – his hips roll up lazily into his hand – “start moving in you.

“Sometimes I think about you coming on my papers. Sometimes I think about fucking you while on a call with a client. Sometimes I think about keeping you under my desk all day so you can have me in your mouth while I’m going through depositions.”

He sighs dramatically. “Ah, Kouta, I wanna break the office in with you so bad.”

A warm wave of embarrassment washes over him as Takayuki brings up how the often fuck with Kouta bent over and his ass in the air. Even though he’s never admitted it out loud, his partner’s so clearly caught on to the fact that he loves being bent over and fucked like nothing more than a hole to be breed. It’s almost humiliating that Kouta can get off on things so degrading.

At least, it would be, if he hadn’t had a partner as loving and accepting as Takayuki. He’s always so good at giving him what he needs, even when he has no clue how to ask for it.

A high-pitched whine is choked out as he finally manages to tear his eyes away from where Yagami was touching himself to look at his face. Subconsciously, Kouta’s pushed the comforter down and leaned forward.

He wants to touch him, taste him, kiss him so desperately, but he knows better than to take without being told to.

“Taka-chan,” he breathes out, unsure of what he’s even trying to say. 

[prxbable]

taaboh​:

“If it’s your treat, you should at least pick where you wanna go,” Takayuki says, and he takes one last look at himself in the mirror– at this suit that makes his shoulders look broad and his legs look long– before he works to undo the tie Endou had so painstakingly put together.

“Do I really have to get the suit tailored like that? I thought the whole point of buying them from the department store was that they were supposed to be a one and done kinda thing.”

“Because if it’s my treat, it should be something you’d actually want to eat. Today’s about you, Takayuki-san,” he coos, affectionately poking at when Yagami had commented on the formal use of his name. 

Kouta’s silent for a moment as he looks him over once more. “No, not quite yet. You could probably get away with it for a few months, especially if it’s just paperwork and filing you’re doing since it’s a decent enough fit anyway. Though, maybe having it fitted properly can help you feel a little more comfortable in it.”

[leneemusing]

CONFRONTATIONS

“  you have to talk to someone,  eventually.  it doesn’t have to be me,  but.  you need to.  ”

“   i’m not leaving until you tell me what’s going on.  ”

“  you may like to pretend,  but i don’t.  something is wrong and you’re hiding it from me.  ”

“  you can’t even say that and look me in the eyes.  you’re clearly lying.  just tell me the truth.  ”

“  everyone else might be buying it,  but i don’t.  what’s wrong?  ”

“  you’re not fine.  you’re clearly not fine.  and you don’t have to keep saying that you are.  ” 

“  you can talk to me,  you know.  whatever you have to say,  i’m not gonna judge you or do anything.  i just want to listen.  ”

“  you can’t run away from this forever.  ”

“  i can’t keep acting like i don’t see something is wrong with you.  ”

“  you keep acting like if you let down your guard the world will end.  ”

“  stop brushing me off.  i know something is going on.  ”

“  hey— look at me.  you can talk to me.  ”

“  i don’t know if you think you’re being strong or protecting me,  but i don’t need you to keep painting on smiles when you’re clearly upset.  ”

“  why don’t you trust me enough to let me in?  ”

“  you think if you run around taking care of everyone else,  no one will notice you’re falling apart.  ”

“  you keep acting like you’re looking for an excuse to leave.  ”

“  stop.  just stop trying to avoid this.  shutting me out isn’t going to fix the problem.  ”

“  you do realize you don’t have to do this alone right?  ”

“  you think you’re handling this on your own but you’re not.  that’s not how it works when the people who care about you can see you’re suffering but refusing to ask for help.  ”

“  you don’t get a choice this time.  i’m helping you.  ”

“  why do you keep lying to me like i don’t know ever time you try it?  ”

“  i don’t know why you seem to think you have to hide your pain.  ”  

“  i don’t know why you thought i wasn’t going to notice.  but i see right through you.  ” 

“  i know you’re having nightmares again.  ”

“  why are you acting like this?  ”

“  don’t change the subject.  i saw you crying.  ”  

“  you fucked it up.  ”

“  what the hell is wrong with you?  ”

“  just tell me what the fuck the problem is?  ”

“  did you just flinch away from me?  ”

“  i trusted you. why can’t you trust me too?  ”  

[soulprompts]

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐆𝐎 👀.

okay so i got like, three books delivered this week, and in anticipation i reread another book that i had, and lads, let me tell ye, it was like quicksand. so now i have a list, some from my head, many from my wonderful friends’ heads, of prompts that basically made us all very soft or very “pleasantly scandalized rich lady from the sixties who just found out a juicy bit of goss about the new neighbor”. i hope ye like them! (DO NOT ADD TO THE LIST. I WILL MAKE A PART TWO. AND THREE. AND FOUR. MANY MANY PARTS. EVENTUALLY. )

[ HAIR ]:          sender slowly reaches out to catch a loose strand of the receiver’s hair and tuck it gently and securely back behind their ear, letting their touch linger afterwards. (if the receiver has short hair, then the sender reaches out and gently runs their fingers through their hair to smooth it back.)

[ CLOSE ]:          while standing remarkably close to one another, the sender is unable to stop themselves from running their gaze across the receiver’s body, lingering for a moment on their lips, before returning to initiate prolonged, intense eye contact.

[ CHIN ]:          as they stand close to one another, the sender hooks a finger and tenderly lifts the receiver’s chin, tilting it up so that they can look at one another, and running a thumb across their skin lightly.

[ THUMB ]:          while cupping the receiver’s cheek in their hand, the sender slowly glides their thumb across their cheekbone in a tender, sweeping caress.

[ WOUND ]:          upon noticing a recent injury on the receiver’s person, the sender carefully moves closer, running a thumb (or hand) across the wound in a gentle, troubled manner.

[ INHALE ]:          while standing in very close quarters to the receiver, the sender shakily inhales with desire/anticipation as they realize how intimately close they are to one another.

[ DANCE ]:          when alone together (e.g. the bedroom, the kitchen, literally anywhere once they’re alone) the sender takes the receiver’s hand, and pulls them into a graceful yet intimate dance as a spontaneous act.

[ BARE ]:          as they get undressed, the sender gently places a soft, tender kiss against the receiver’s bare shoulder.

[ SCAR ]:          noticing a scar on the receiver’s skin, the sender tentatively stops them from covering it up, and rests a gentle, soft kiss over it.

[ FOREHEAD ]:          placing a hand on the back of the receiver’s neck, the sender guides them close and rests their foreheads together.

[ PALM ]:          taking the receiver’s hand, the sender brings it to their mouth, and places a tender kiss against the receiver’s palm.

[ LINGER ]:          taking the receiver’s hand, the sender lifts it to their lips, and gently kisses their knuckles, lingering for a moment before withdrawing.

[ BEHIND ]:         upon entering the same room as the receiver, the sender steps behind them, and winds their arms around the receiver’s waist, drawing them close against them.

[ WAIT ]:          realizing the receiver is about to leave the room, the sender hastily reaches out and catches their wrist, preventing them from continuing their departure.

[ ARM ]:          after holding their hand, the sender releases the receiver, but slowly glides their hand up the full length of their arm, lingering on the upper arm, then the shoulder, then resting their touch against the side of their neck.

[ HOLD ]:          while close to the receiver, the sender wordlessly takes a hold of their hand, for no other purpose than to be holding it.

[ PLAY ]:          while sitting together, the sender absently lifts the receiver’s hand, idly running their fingertips across the lines of their palms, mapping out every inch of their hand with slow, lazy touches.

[ GUIDE ]:          in the process of guiding the receiver through a crowded place, the sender’s hand protectively grazes against the small of their back

[ TOUCH ]:          while touching the receiver’s waist, the sender’s hand briefly dips beneath the hem of their shirt, skimming briefly across the bare skin of their waist.

[ CUP ]:           bringing both hands up to cup the receiver’s face, the sender draws them in closer to them in order to get a better look at their face.

[ TUG ]:          the sender tugs the receiver close against them by resting a hand against the small of their back, pulling them flush against their body.

[ HUSH ]:          while standing close to one another and hiding from pursuers, the sender reaches up and places a finger against the receiver’s lips to prevent them from speaking and revealing their location.

[nightprompts]

&. 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  smut  /  nsfw  implied  sentence  starters  with  not  so  vulgar  language.  )

❛ i’ve been thinking about you all day. ❜

❛ you can kiss me, you know. ❜

❛ how badly do you want me? ❜

❛ i can’t get enough of you. ❜

❛ i’ve never done something like this before. ❜

❛ i like being close to you. you’re warm. ❜

❛ you look good like this. ❜

❛ you look like you were jealous. ❜

❛ i’m not jealous. ❜

❛ shh. there’s people in the other room. ❜

❛ say you want me, and i’m yours. ❜ 

❛ i won’t bite. unless you’re into that sort of thing. ❜

❛ i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know. ❜

❛ would you like to go somewhere a little more private? ❜

❛ i’ll take care of you. ❜

❛ there’s so many things i wanna do to you. ❜

❛ take off your clothes. ❜

❛ i’m going to ruin you. ❜

❛ show me how much you missed me. ❜

❛ is this okay? ❜

❛ you know you love me. ❜

❛ i want you to feel good. ❜

❛ make me. ❜

❛ i want this. ❜

❛ come back to bed. ❜

❛ you’re such a tease. ❜

❛ want me to model these for you? ❜

❛ we have to make this quick. ❜

❛ what are you looking at? ❜

❛ it’s hot when you talk back. ❜

❛ you don’t have to be gentle. i won’t break. ❜

❛ don’t you know what you’re doing to me? ❜

❛ i really want to kiss you right now. ❜

❛ this is a one time thing. ❜

❛ you know where to find me. ❜

❛ did i say you could stop? ❜

❛ you’re soaked. let me grab you a towel. ❜

❛ i want to see you. ❜

❛ are you wearing my shirt? ❜

❛ no ones here. we can be as loud as we want. ❜

❛ you look good with my hands around your throat. ❜

❛ i’ll be good, i promise. ❜

❛ you’re really good at that. ❜

❛ shut up and kiss me already. ❜

❛ you better watch your fucking mouth. ❜

❛ don’t mind me. just enjoying the view. ❜

❛ tell me what you want. ❜

❛ here’s my hotel room number. ❜

❛ you can be rough. i can take it. ❜

❛ and where do you think you’re going? ❜

❛ if you called just to get off on my voice, i’m hanging up. ❜

❛ i shouldn’t allow myself to get this close to you. ❜

❛ what if i hurt you? ❜

❛ you could never hurt me. ❜

[prxbable]

@taaboh​

Kouta groans softly as he sits upright, giving up on getting comfortable for the time being. He’s exhausted and swollen and sore and craving the most random things (most recently being an insatiable desire for Arare) and he just wants a night’s rest.

And yet, he’s far from miserable. 

Why would he be? Even with a bun in the oven and of the aches and pains that go with it, Kouta’s beyond happy. He’s got an alpha who loves him and that he loves unconditionally, a kid on the way, a job he loves, a nice home for their family to live in, and everything he can possibly need.

After he adjusts himself so he’s leaning against the backboard, carefully done as not to wake his sleeping partner, he smiles over at Takayuki. The hand nearest him reaches up to lightly smooth over his hair as the other rests on the bump that is his belly.

[prxbable]

Exo’s Sexy Stuff Meme Repost, don’t reblog. blank meme: here (Please do not remove the credit)

Bold for yes Italic for maybe Strike if absolutely not.

tagged: Myself tagging: @taaboh​ @sugiurasan​

General

heterosexual. bisexual. homosexual. pansexual. demisexual. asexual.

enjoys sex with men. enjoys sex with women. enjoys sex with nonbinary persons.

enjoys sex with one partner. enjoys sex with two partners. enjoys sex with multiple partners.

prefers experienced partners. prefers moderately experienced partners. prefers inexperienced partners.

one night stands. friends with benefits. serious relationships.

private locations. public locations. unconventional locations. nature oriented locations. elaborate:

The Light Stuff

submissive. dominant. switch.

top. bottom. power bottom. soft top. switch. service top. service bottom.

initiates. does not initiate.

no sex drive. low sex drive. average sex drive. high sex drive. hypersexual.

likes to kiss. be kissed. make out. be made out with.

vaginal sex. anal sex. oral sex. intercrural sex.

clothed sex. partially clothed sex. naked sex. lingerie/kink specific clothing.

extra notes: TBA

The Medium Stuff

general: having toys used on them. using toys on their partner. using a plug. using a plug on partner. being worshipped. worshipping. having their hair pulled. pulling hair. wax play. power exchange. sensation play.

touch: handjobs. fingering. mutual masturbation. likes to be spanked. likes to spank. scratching. being scratched. bruising. being bruised.

oral: cunnilingus. fellatio. anilingus. likes to bite (to the point of bruising). likes to be bitten (to the point of bruising).

sounds: silent. grows in volume. loud. fakes/exaggerates. swears. calls partner’s name. bites to muffle themselves. prefers a quiet partner. prefers a loud partner. prefers dirty talk. give praise.  receive praise. being teased. teasing. likes to be humiliated/degraded. likes to humiliate/degrade. calling partner daddy/mommy. being called daddy/mommy.

sight: likes to be watched. likes to watch. third party witness. being blindfolded. blindfolding.

binding: likes to be held down. likes to hold down. likes to be tied up. likes to tie up. wear a collar. make their partner wear a collar. wear a leash. make their partner wear a leash.

toys (make a list): TBA

extra notes: TBA

The Heavy Stuff

general: pet play. discipline. forced to orgasm. force an orgasm. being gagged. gagging. being pegged. pegging. sensory deprivation. double penetration.

touch: being fisted. fisting. being marked. marking. knife play. gun play. blood play.

oral: likes to deepthroat. likes to be deepthroated. likes to be facefucked. likes to facefuck. likes to bite (to the point of bleeding). likes to be bitten (to the point of bleeding). likes to eat partner’s cum. likes to have their cum eaten. likes to eat cum out of an orifice. likes to have cum eaten out of an orifice. likes to be spit on/in. likes to spit on/in partner.

sound: crying. making partner cry. screaming. making partner scream.

breath: likes to be choked. likes to choke. likes to be smothered. likes to smother.

sight: being broadcasted. broadcasting.

binding: likes to be tightly bound. likes to tightly bind. likes to be clamped. likes to clamp. would wear a chasity belt. likes their partner wearing a chasity belt.

toys (make a list): TBA

extra notes: TBA

[prxbable]

sex values meme

tagged: @taaboh​ tagging: you looking at this

[prxbable]

taaboh​:

“Yeah,” Takayuki says, and with his buckle free he pulls his belt free of every loop in his trousers. “I miss you at work, you know. It’s not like I got us a hotel room for nothing.”

He holds the belt up by the fist to the side before letting it drop to the mattress in a whisper atop his discarded shirt.

“But I’ll be tired from paperwork, like any intern is. And because I’m pulling these late hours, I’ll be all alone at the office.”

One hand reaching behind him to hold himself upright, Takayuki’s palm touches his chest– right over his heart– before his fingers curl in to drag the ends of his nails down his own torso. The tank top doesn’t leave much to the imagination, but as he reaches the hem of his trousers he pulls the end of the shirt up enough the trail of hair beneath his navel is seen disappearing into his clothing.

“I think to myself– ah, what if I could go to Kouta-kun’s apartment right now? Would he like if I surprised him?”

The tips of his fingers skirt the hem of his pants and dip a little lower, tracing the shape of his cock through his own suit pants.

“That late at night, it’s hard not to think about fucking you instead.”

The way Takayuki’s fingers curl around the belt shouldn’t get to Kouta the way it does, and yet, here he is hyperfixating on it for a moment too long.

Kouta takes a long drag of oxygen in through his nostrils as he watches his lover continue the taunt. He’s always been appreciative of Takayuki’s figure, even from a platonic standpoint. Though, ever since they’ve begun sharing intimacy, he’s grown vastly more so. How can someone not appreciate the definition in his arms, chest, and back? Even as lithe as he appears beneath the suit, there’s no mistaking the sheer strength he possesses. 

The flawless, tanned skin that was surprisingly smooth to the touch was always a winner, too.

And a face Adonis himself could never compete with as well as immaculate hair that doesn’t even need styling to be perfect.

To top it all off, an authoritative aura that calls all respect and attention just as he walks into the room?

Kouta’s further gone than he’s probably realized.

Still, as he watches the man’s movements, he hasn’t noticed his body’s begun to inch closer towards him. He wishes that was him running fingers over his clothed cock, wishes he was on his knees before him, waiting to be told it was okay to take him in his mouth.

“H-How do you think about...” he trails off, feeling to embarrassed at the thought of saying how do you think about fucking me? so brazenly.

[prxbable]

taaboh​:

Takayuki doesn’t miss the trail of Kouta’s eyes, wide as they’d become.

“I think I can offer a compelling argument for it, yeah,” he says in turn, his fingers catching the highest button of his shirt to undo it.

His hand goes lower, his buttons follow, and soon enough all that’s left is his tank top as his shirt hangs loosely over his shoulders. “As a lawyer does, Kouta-kun.”

He shrugs it off, pulls the fabric free of his arms, and sets it on the matress as he leans back with a lazy spread of the legs.

“If you’ll let me,” he murmurs, his belt clinking as he undoes its fastenings, “I can tell you what I think of on my slower days at work.”

It feels silly, getting butterflies in his stomach as he’s called Kouta-Kun, but he can’t help it. It’s so familiar, so tender every time he says it. How can Kouta’s heart do anything but flutter? 

And when Takayuki calls him that as he’s tauntingly unbuttoning his dress-shirt? Well, Kouta’s well aware he’s lucky he’s already sitting down. 

Kouta’s mind is going blank as he looks over the expanse of newly revealed skin, not even noticing the way his skin heats up as a wave of lust begins to pour over him. He even goes so far as to even stare a tad too intently at the buckle as it’s undone.

“What you think about?” he repeats dumbfoundedly as he moves to meet Takayuki’s gaze wit a curious one of his own.

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“Eh, is it really working for it if you give me a choice like that?”

After toeing his shoes off, Takayuki leans in enough his palm presses flat to the bed by Kouta’s hip. He gives as good as he gets, touching the tip of his nose to Kouta’s without leaning in further, and keeps his head in place even as he swings one leg over to straddle him.

His voice drops, low and smooth and intimate. “I just have to do enough for you to want to take the blanket off yourself.”

Takayuki’s free hand smooths easily along Kouta’s thigh over the blanket.

“To make it so you want my hands on your body so badly you can’t stand it.”

Kota wishes he could think of some smart response, but by the time he’s got something coming to mind, Takayuki’s already straddling him. 

His eyes widen as he looks up at his partner, both regretting ever trying to be bold and excited to see exactly what he’s going to do to him. It’s thrilling, too, that they’re somewhere other than one of their apartments where they had to be somewhat conscientious of the neighbors they’d inevitably have to face eventually.

Eye’s rake down Takayuki’s front before falling to the hand caressing his thigh.

“And you plan on doing that?” he forces out as he realizes his mouth and throat have already begun to go dry.