sakusa kiyoomi who's all clean and particular with everything in his life. everything organized, everything sanitized.
but there's nothing clean about the way he shoves his tongue down your wet, dripping cunt, lapping up every single drop you had to offer. hands kneading your thighs, yanking you closer, absolutely fucking burying his face between your legs.
sakusa kiyoomi who makes the prettiest sounds against you, face a reflection of the mess he was making between your thighs. dark lashes fluttered against his cheek, sighing with pleasure when your hands rake through his curls, pulling you impossibly closer. fuck, he thinks, he could die like this. he'd be the happiest man.
sakusa kiyoomi who doesn't even realise how his hips grind against the mattress as he eats you out, cock half out of his sweatpants and sensitive tip rutting against the sheets, red and leaking with precum. you, however, do notice, the action turning you on even more as your legs wrap around his head instinctively, thighs pressing his ears before letting your head sink back against the pillow.
sakusa kiyoomi whose nails are leaving little crescent indents into your thighs, flesh squeezing in his grips. hell, he might even leave a couple bruises - not that either of you minded at that point. he moans against you, eating you more for his own pleasure than yours at this point, the way his hips were fucking into the mattress.
sakusa kiyoomi who's making an absolute mess on the sheets, when his nose nudges your clit just the right way to make you cum on his tongue. and fuck, if the feeling of your walls fluttering around his tongue doesn't make his hips stutter, doesn't make him cum right there, groaning as he laps up every drop of your cum as you gush on his tongue.
yeah, he'll change the sheets later, clean everything up. but for now he wanted to clean you up - with his tongue - again.
