[Midousuji jolts, but very, very subtly as Aerith starts to let go of so many sweet, startled and excited sounds. it’s the best feedback possible, and encourages him. fuels him, even! yes, this was about his boner at first, but god damn if this isn’t the first time he’s felt that he’s been had a damn chance to win at something that has an iota of worth.
his eyes thin in a flutter as he breathes out a low, airy moan, his tone almost as quiet as the breath that carries it out of him, tilting his head as he pushes deeper. his eyes shut completely when he feels her cool fingertips tickle along his shoulders and burning pink ears. the way her fingertips comb through his hair makes warmth wade and curl through him, and to his surprise, despite his hot blood inducing him to this madness, he’s oddly soothed. it’s comforting; warm, intimate, and subduing. not that it distracts from his task, but rather, Midousuji melts into it as Aerith selfishly allows him to continue—it doesn’t feel like his time is being unduly taken from him at all. in fact, his knuckles drop heavily against the ground, better to focus on her, no matter his wanting.
Midousuji doesn’t notice when she curls her fingers in little pulls, at first, even when her hips raise; instead, his breath sucks and catches in his throat, finding himself thrilled by the way that her hips rut subtly against his lips, a little disarmed by how hot he finds it.
her question makes him stall, though, and baffled, he lifts his head, eyes wide—once again, unflatteringly, threads of her wet stick to his jowls and face, his jaw slack. he blinks slowly once, parsing her teasing with late process.]
Haa—?
[his eyes widen again, his heart thudding heavily. inside?? inside?! god, he doesn’t think he could handle that-he’s positive he’d cum in an instant, but he’s so pushed to the brink of arousal, he almost can’t care. even if he humiliates himself.
thankfully, Aerith’s little caveat saves him. he narrows his eyes, tilting his head, and his tongue winds across and just below her pubes, flicking across her stiff clitoris. sneakily, Midousuji slides in a finger, experimentally turning it—and then pushes in another as his tongue pulls back in, replacing that pressure with the suction of his lips.]
Mm, [he starts, parting from her flesh with another heavy breath, licking against the stiffness of her arousal between every other word.] It’s not that I don’t want to.
[Aerith might notice that Midousuji is smiling—he’s as naughty as he is wanting, and is definitely prone and happy to play games.] But I’m not gonna beeegggg. [Midousuji decides to slowly move his fingers in and out of her as he laps around her clit. and it’s torture, for sure!! he does wish that was dick. so much he can’t even think about it, because he’s half-worried he might jizz his dancer tights appropriated into leggings. but Midousuji is petty and competitive, so maybe he can get her to beg first. if not, he’d be satisfied in at least getting her to or close to orgasm.]
no subject
his eyes thin in a flutter as he breathes out a low, airy moan, his tone almost as quiet as the breath that carries it out of him, tilting his head as he pushes deeper. his eyes shut completely when he feels her cool fingertips tickle along his shoulders and burning pink ears. the way her fingertips comb through his hair makes warmth wade and curl through him, and to his surprise, despite his hot blood inducing him to this madness, he’s oddly soothed. it’s comforting; warm, intimate, and subduing. not that it distracts from his task, but rather, Midousuji melts into it as Aerith selfishly allows him to continue—it doesn’t feel like his time is being unduly taken from him at all. in fact, his knuckles drop heavily against the ground, better to focus on her, no matter his wanting.
Midousuji doesn’t notice when she curls her fingers in little pulls, at first, even when her hips raise; instead, his breath sucks and catches in his throat, finding himself thrilled by the way that her hips rut subtly against his lips, a little disarmed by how hot he finds it.
her question makes him stall, though, and baffled, he lifts his head, eyes wide—once again, unflatteringly, threads of her wet stick to his jowls and face, his jaw slack. he blinks slowly once, parsing her teasing with late process.]
Haa—?
[his eyes widen again, his heart thudding heavily. inside?? inside?! god, he doesn’t think he could handle that-he’s positive he’d cum in an instant, but he’s so pushed to the brink of arousal, he almost can’t care. even if he humiliates himself.
thankfully, Aerith’s little caveat saves him. he narrows his eyes, tilting his head, and his tongue winds across and just below her pubes, flicking across her stiff clitoris. sneakily, Midousuji slides in a finger, experimentally turning it—and then pushes in another as his tongue pulls back in, replacing that pressure with the suction of his lips.]
Mm, [he starts, parting from her flesh with another heavy breath, licking against the stiffness of her arousal between every other word.] It’s not that I don’t want to.
[Aerith might notice that Midousuji is smiling—he’s as naughty as he is wanting, and is definitely prone and happy to play games.] But I’m not gonna beeegggg. [Midousuji decides to slowly move his fingers in and out of her as he laps around her clit. and it’s torture, for sure!! he does wish that was dick. so much he can’t even think about it, because he’s half-worried he might jizz his dancer tights appropriated into leggings. but Midousuji is petty and competitive, so maybe he can get her to beg first. if not, he’d be satisfied in at least getting her to or close to orgasm.]
I like what I’m doing, after all…
I’m having funnnnn.