[ he was always quieter, when it came to being intimate - he was responsive and eager to please, but orga was always the one who's voice rose loudest. he liked hearing him grunt and moan - liked when he told him how to move, or how to do something - liked when he'd say his name with a raspy breath and his golden eyes darkened.
his large hands are warm against his back, and mika arches forward into his touch, a soft hum of pleasure muffled by their lips. orga's tongue finds his own and he hums again, blunt nails raking against his abdomen. ]
[ Orga makes up for all of Mika's quiet, whether he means to or not. Mika always looked at him so attentively when he grew noisy, but he never complained. He seemed to indulge him more in those moments. He's just assumed, for now, that it meant that Mika liked it.
Orga heard his breath rasp softly with a sigh against Mika's open mouth, squeezing him with a press of his palms. He rests his weight back against the railing of the walkway fully, letting Mika nestle against the incline of his chest. He sucks softly on his tongue, rubbing circles against his lower spine. ]
[ he likes knowing he's done well - likes knowing he's made orga feel good, when they're together like this. they'd come a long way from awkward, curious hand-jobs together - learned everything about one another, mapped out each-others bodies and scars - what felt good and what didn't.
mika likes being squeezed- likes it when orga pulls him over his larger body and lets him lay against him. the way he sucks on his tongue makes him shudder against his chest, hands shifting to rub circles against his chest as me moans softly against his mouth. his body's starting to react to the attention orga's been giving him, and he trails one hand down between orga's legs to see if he's feeling it too. ]
[ Mika just being close to him feels good. He's a teenage boy and easy to please at heart, especially when he's with the person he likes. It's taken a long time for the two of them to learn what to do with one another, but it's been a good journey, one they've shared. It's special, getting to grow up learning about every inch of each other.
He knows how hard to pull when he wants Mika in his lap. He knows where to put his hands when Mika's relaxed in his arms. He knows it's okay to be fresh and reach down to squeeze Mika's firm ass in his long fingers.
When he feels Mika's hand sneak between them and grasp him, he draws in a short breath and breaks their kiss while still keeping his mouth close. ]
[ he likes being squeezed and pulled - likes being held to orga's chest or having him pressed to his back... orga being close to him like this was something he craved, too. orga wasn't the only one who needed these sorts of things, sometimes.
he squeezes his ass and he sighs out a faint breath, pushing his hips back against his hands. when orga speaks a small smirk twitches the corners of his lips - affectionate. playful. when he speaks, his lips brush against orga's and he gently strokes him through his pants. ]
Yeah. [ he doesn't break their shared gaze - orga can tell he's excited, for this. ]
I want it.
[ a request - he swipes his thumb against his own bottom lip, kiss-swollen lips parting slightly as he does. ]
[ sometimes he is still surprised at mika's ability to be so straightforward. Orga really has to try to keep going confidently, but mika can arch his back and sigh and send little playful comments back effortlessly. It's a side of him orga hopes he is the only one privy to.
He squeezes mika again, harder this time, when he feels him shove his body back against his hands. He keeps his gaze matched to mika's, despite a desire to hide his face now that his dark cheeks are rosy with embarrassment, and he nips mika's upper lip lightly. ]
Then I'll give it to you.
[ he rocks his hips needily up against mika's palm and sighs, tilting his head to catch his lips again, his kiss hungrier than before. ]
[ he'd never imagine being like this with anyone else - they were partners in so many ways. orga was the only one he needed like this.
when orga bites his lip and meets his gaze his eyelashes flutter and he moans faintly against him. there's a hunger to that kiss that he can't ignore - doesn't want to ignore. that frantic need seeps into him too,and leaves his body feeling hot and his mind cloudy.
he pulls away with a twinge of regret, licking some saliva from his lips as he shifts down orga's body. he said he wanted him, so he was going to take just that, since orga said he could. mika presses soft, sucking kisses to his neck, remembering not to mark him lest it cause him problems. small hands slide up his shirt, touching the muscles against his stomach, one sliding up and the other shifting down to fiddle with his pants to get them undone. ]
[ The hands grasping at Mika loosen to give him room to move as he wants. He keeps them tucked under his ass, supporting him and rubbing against him through his loose army greens. He lets the kiss break, watching Mika with one eye shut, smile cocky.
Mika's good at following orders, but he's great at knowing what he wants at all times. He admires his decisiveness.
He lets his neck tilt, inviting his teeth against his throat if he wants. He knows Mika is careful, aware of what marks would bring out of the other boys, but a part of him wants the lingering soreness of Mika's hard kisses etched into his skin for a day or two. It's a nice reminder of their long survival together.
His knees tip open, trying to make his fly more accessible to him. He opts for sliding one hand beyond the belt at Mika's waist, the other sliding up his back to stroke his fingers against the lowest whisker there. ]
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his large hands are warm against his back, and mika arches forward into his touch, a soft hum of pleasure muffled by their lips. orga's tongue finds his own and he hums again, blunt nails raking against his abdomen. ]
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Orga heard his breath rasp softly with a sigh against Mika's open mouth, squeezing him with a press of his palms. He rests his weight back against the railing of the walkway fully, letting Mika nestle against the incline of his chest. He sucks softly on his tongue, rubbing circles against his lower spine. ]
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mika likes being squeezed- likes it when orga pulls him over his larger body and lets him lay against him. the way he sucks on his tongue makes him shudder against his chest, hands shifting to rub circles against his chest as me moans softly against his mouth. his body's starting to react to the attention orga's been giving him, and he trails one hand down between orga's legs to see if he's feeling it too. ]
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He knows how hard to pull when he wants Mika in his lap. He knows where to put his hands when Mika's relaxed in his arms. He knows it's okay to be fresh and reach down to squeeze Mika's firm ass in his long fingers.
When he feels Mika's hand sneak between them and grasp him, he draws in a short breath and breaks their kiss while still keeping his mouth close. ]
Find something good, Mika?
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he squeezes his ass and he sighs out a faint breath, pushing his hips back against his hands. when orga speaks a small smirk twitches the corners of his lips - affectionate. playful. when he speaks, his lips brush against orga's and he gently strokes him through his pants. ]
Yeah. [ he doesn't break their shared gaze - orga can tell he's excited, for this. ]
I want it.
[ a request - he swipes his thumb against his own bottom lip, kiss-swollen lips parting slightly as he does. ]
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He squeezes mika again, harder this time, when he feels him shove his body back against his hands. He keeps his gaze matched to mika's, despite a desire to hide his face now that his dark cheeks are rosy with embarrassment, and he nips mika's upper lip lightly. ]
Then I'll give it to you.
[ he rocks his hips needily up against mika's palm and sighs, tilting his head to catch his lips again, his kiss hungrier than before. ]
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when orga bites his lip and meets his gaze his eyelashes flutter and he moans faintly against him. there's a hunger to that kiss that he can't ignore - doesn't want to ignore. that frantic need seeps into him too,and leaves his body feeling hot and his mind cloudy.
he pulls away with a twinge of regret, licking some saliva from his lips as he shifts down orga's body. he said he wanted him, so he was going to take just that, since orga said he could. mika presses soft, sucking kisses to his neck, remembering not to mark him lest it cause him problems. small hands slide up his shirt, touching the muscles against his stomach, one sliding up and the other shifting down to fiddle with his pants to get them undone. ]
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Mika's good at following orders, but he's great at knowing what he wants at all times. He admires his decisiveness.
He lets his neck tilt, inviting his teeth against his throat if he wants. He knows Mika is careful, aware of what marks would bring out of the other boys, but a part of him wants the lingering soreness of Mika's hard kisses etched into his skin for a day or two. It's a nice reminder of their long survival together.
His knees tip open, trying to make his fly more accessible to him. He opts for sliding one hand beyond the belt at Mika's waist, the other sliding up his back to stroke his fingers against the lowest whisker there. ]