[ even if it's just sex, it's nice to feel wanted. he's definitely seen the tattoo. under different circumstances, ryouma would have plenty to say, but for now he's too drunk and horny to pay it much mind. ]
Be good and stay jus' like that...
[ blame it on the booze making him need his hands, else it'd take longer fumbling around. one to unbuckle his belt, the other to fish what he needs from his pocket.
he's willing to rush some things, just not all of them, which is why he's dribbling lube down the crack of izō's ass after using a generous amount himself. ]
So what's it gonna be... [ he's pulling his gloves off with his teeth. ] The easy way or the hard way?
[ what the hard way entails is obvious as ryouma grinds against izō again so he can feel it, knowing he only has to say the word if he wants ryouma 's cock in him right now. they're rushing, but there's no doubt about how hard ryouma is already. like he has any business calling izō impatient! what a joke. ]
[ Hard way. Please just give it to him now. Izō isn't ready to beg quite yet, but he's close. He presses back into Ryouma's cock with a needy little noise, braced against the glass. ]
'Course not, but there's no shame in takin' it easy if it feels good.
[ not that there's any chance of that happening right now. ryouma isn't putting the brakes on this if izō isn't.
ryouma presses sloppy kisses against izō's shoulder as he slides a hand from izō's hip and wraps his fingers around his cock. he strokes izō rough and steady as he lines himself up, nudging against his hole before sinking inside.
leaning his weight against izō's back, ryouma sandwiches him between him and the glass. even just playing along, the crowd really does seem like it's right there. ryouma doesn't need to question why that's such a turn on right now: it just is. ]
Good—... doin' real good, Izō.
[ the words are sort of an afterthought given all the other ways it's probably clear, but he's too drunk to realise that right now. ]
[ Izō has almost completely shut down between suddenly being filled and the idea that it felt like they were in very real danger of being seen. It's a safe danger, though -- unless that window breaks.
Don't think about that.
He can't think about it, really. All he wants is to get fucked senseless against the glass, potential consequences be damned. He arches his back, rocking his hips to demand more. ]
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[ even if it's just sex, it's nice to feel wanted. he's definitely seen the tattoo. under different circumstances, ryouma would have plenty to say, but for now he's too drunk and horny to pay it much mind. ]
Be good and stay jus' like that...
[ blame it on the booze making him need his hands, else it'd take longer fumbling around. one to unbuckle his belt, the other to fish what he needs from his pocket.
he's willing to rush some things, just not all of them, which is why he's dribbling lube down the crack of izō's ass after using a generous amount himself. ]
So what's it gonna be... [ he's pulling his gloves off with his teeth. ] The easy way or the hard way?
[ what the hard way entails is obvious as ryouma grinds against izō again so he can feel it, knowing he only has to say the word if he wants ryouma 's cock in him right now. they're rushing, but there's no doubt about how hard ryouma is already. like he has any business calling izō impatient! what a joke. ]
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[ Hard way. Please just give it to him now. Izō isn't ready to beg quite yet, but he's close. He presses back into Ryouma's cock with a needy little noise, braced against the glass. ]
Jus' give it to me already.
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[ not that there's any chance of that happening right now. ryouma isn't putting the brakes on this if izō isn't.
ryouma presses sloppy kisses against izō's shoulder as he slides a hand from izō's hip and wraps his fingers around his cock. he strokes izō rough and steady as he lines himself up, nudging against his hole before sinking inside.
leaning his weight against izō's back, ryouma sandwiches him between him and the glass. even just playing along, the crowd really does seem like it's right there. ryouma doesn't need to question why that's such a turn on right now: it just is. ]
Good—... doin' real good, Izō.
[ the words are sort of an afterthought given all the other ways it's probably clear, but he's too drunk to realise that right now. ]
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Don't think about that.
He can't think about it, really. All he wants is to get fucked senseless against the glass, potential consequences be damned. He arches his back, rocking his hips to demand more. ]
Shut up an' fuck me...
[ Not that he doesn't like the praise. ]