[ hearing his given name out of katsuya jonouchi's mouth is almost as shocking as the way he says it. loaded not with meaning but with intent. and he should know better, know that he's trying to rile him up, or get under his skin, or at the very least have an effect that would leave a lasting impression, leave a mark, but he's slipped too far outside of his own reach to be thinking about any of this. his thoughts won't focus, senses converged on the places where they're moving against one another.
it's enough that he does flinch, not only mentally but bodily as well, heat rising to his face along with his self-awareness. even the sharp slaps of skin meeting skin don't strike him quite as hard. his second climax comes over him suddenly, and he reaches his tipping point surrounded by the heat and scent and sounds of a person who he refuses to even so much as claim as his rival. but he can't deny what's tangible. he can't deny his body, or the body on top of his own.
jonouchi's hands, pinned to his chest with his weight, make it difficult to draw full breaths. he wheezes through his open-mouthed panting, heels digging into mattress as he struggles to push even deeper into that warm wetness, and then sags, limp, against the bed.
he doesn't say jonouchi's name, can't even bring himself to murmur it under his breath in anger. ]
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it's enough that he does flinch, not only mentally but bodily as well, heat rising to his face along with his self-awareness. even the sharp slaps of skin meeting skin don't strike him quite as hard. his second climax comes over him suddenly, and he reaches his tipping point surrounded by the heat and scent and sounds of a person who he refuses to even so much as claim as his rival. but he can't deny what's tangible. he can't deny his body, or the body on top of his own.
jonouchi's hands, pinned to his chest with his weight, make it difficult to draw full breaths. he wheezes through his open-mouthed panting, heels digging into mattress as he struggles to push even deeper into that warm wetness, and then sags, limp, against the bed.
he doesn't say jonouchi's name, can't even bring himself to murmur it under his breath in anger. ]