jigglephysics | OPEN RP POST

[ Orga brings a hand up to cup Mikazuki's chin, breathing out when he sees Mika's big, bright eyes shut and allow him to let his guard down for a moment. His eyes shut, too, feeling Mikazuki reach for him. He pushes closer so his body can be a support. ]

Yeah...

[ He's glad, too. Mikazuki is more popular than he realizes and Orga is more insecure than he allows anyone to know. He hears himself sigh when Mika catches his lip, shuddering as he feels he's being watched again. He curls his fingers around Mika's chin and slides his thumb against his lip. He meets his gaze, strong and confident as ever as he slips his other hand down between Mika's legs to grasp him. ]

It's probably quiet enough here at this hour. Anywhere else, we're bound to run into someone.

[ large hands are on him - warm and inviting as always. callused and firm from work... orga's hands. if they were anyone elses, would he feel this excited? would he feel the bit of his stomach fill with butterflies?

mika's eyes hold orga's gaze and he nods his head slightly, shifting in his embrace to loop his arms around his neck and press a kiss to his chin. he shifts his lips to orga's ear, fingers tracing the back of his neck, worming under his scarf, to brush against the whisker protruding from his back. ]

What should I do? Orga.

Edited 2015-12-06 22:38 (UTC)

[ Ugh.... damn it. Even in the moments where he feels like he's really taken control and come off as calm and cool, Mika beats him. He feels his face warm and his breath catch as Mika stares him straight in the eyes and turns around to face him completely. He's a stocky little thing and weighs more against him than one might imagine, pressing firmly against his chest. And then his breath tickles his ear and he speaks so softly as his hand touches the protrusion on his back...

He hears himself gasp and stifle a moan, already worked up from Mika's smooth, slithering motions in his embrace. He takes a breath to compose himself and reaches his hands down, grasping Mika's ass firmly through his work pants and dragging him up into his lap. ]

Mika... come this way. Open your mouth a bit for me.

[ a soft noise rises from his throat as orga grabs his ass, and his hands grip the material of his scarf and shirt to steady himself as he tugs him closer.

mika opens his mouth obediently, not shy in the least to expose himself like this for him. he shifts against orga's lap, legs on either side of his waist as he holds tight to him with them. he can feel all of him this close by - firm and large. his body generates so much heat it makes him shudder. ]

[ Mika's weight in his lap is comfortable. He's a warm, little guy who's very easy to hold. They're so used to curling up together from their youth, it feels natural to tuck him close to his body, though the placement of his hands have changed since their childhood.

He smiles small as he sees Mika's lips part. He always listens, no matter what Orga says. It's almost frightening sometimes, but it leads him to being careful with his choices. He leans down and gives him a much firmer kiss than before, his own mouth parted as he lets his teeth drag over Mika's mouth. His hands move up, splaying against his lower back as he keeps his long arms around him protectively, hiding his body with the width of his coat. ]

[ if orga had ever initiated anything like this when they were younger, his reaction still would have been the same: what do i do, orga? what did he want from him? what did he need?

wide blue eyes fall shut again as orga's lips find his. his teeth scrape against his skin and make him shudder - it's no surprise to either of them that a little roughness is exciting in situations like this. even so, there's always a sort of gentleness under it all - when dealing with him, and with the rest of their family... it's what made orga a good leader.

and in his case... a good lover.

his hands keep him close, and the warmth from his jacket and body is incredibly comforting. they didn't have large beds and soft sheets here, but when he thought about it, the warmth he felt from orga and his jacket was sure to be what that little bit of heaven must feel like.

his own hands shift from around his neck, sliding down his collarbones to his chest, sliding further and further with a firm touch until he can slide his hands under and up his shirt to touch his skin directly. ]

[ Feeling Mika respond makes him smile against his mouth. He's the reserved type any other time. It feels good to have him relax his nature and move against him freely.

Gentleness with Mika came naturally. Even if he sent him off into danger all the time, he was still precious. He was just the one capable of doing what needed to be done. He believed in Mika too much to worry about him. He was too strong and capable to be taken down easily.

In these moments, he can show him how he feels. Tucking him up close, keeping him warm, slipping his hands under the back of his loose tank top and rubbing his lower back with a firm pressure from his palms - they were all ways to tie them together. It was more comfortable to be tangled together than to lay in the metal cots of the sleeping quarters they's always ended up in.

With Mika's hands trailing down his body, he's drawn further in, parting his mouth further and dipping his tongue past Mika's lips to slide it against his. He hears himself grunt softly when Mika's hands touch skin. ]

[ 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. ]

Find something good, Mika?

[ 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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