[ 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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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. ]