crowspace | call me out v. 11.0

[Sometimes he can't help himself... Heigo lets out a shaky breath against Shuji's skin, far more enraptured by the idea of Shuji fantasizing about him than he should be.]

Tell me about it. How have you imagined it happening? [He gives the head of Shuji's cock a long open-mouthed kiss over the delicate mesh fabric to encourage him.]

[Shuji has to grip the sheets tightly to try to keep himself from thrusting up towards Heigo's mouth, and he hasn't even taken anything off yet.]

You're always so controlled - I wanted to ride you until you screamed, or, or tease you until you couldn't take it anymore and bent me over the bed - or your desk - god, Heigo, don't tease so much-

[His grip tightens in Heigo's hair, and though he doesn't intend for it to be painful he might tug a little too hard by accident.]

I don't know, I think you're every bit as fun to tease as you imagined I would be. I'm not sure I want to stop.

[Heigo does wince a little at the tug on his hair, but it only encourages him rather than slowing him down. He carefully pulls down Shuji's panties while lavishing more kisses all over his lower abdomen, then takes his cock in a light grip and strokes across the slit with the pad of his thumb.]

It is hard to tell when you're so responsive, though, so I feel I should ask - is blowing you first likely to end things too quickly? Because I probably should stop if so.

[Quickly, as if every second that passed meant that Heigo was more and more likely to change his mind:] I can get it up again after.

[Thank god for youth.]

But at least let me get you naked first. I want to get my mouth on you too...

[And he'll forget, most likely, if Heigo keeps teasing him. He'll forget about anything besides Heigo's mouth and hands.]

[Well. That's hardly a request he can resist, no matter how much fun he's having right now. First he gets Shuji's panties right down and off his body, leaving only the lacy babydoll that now perfectly matches his flushed cheeks, and then he stretches out on his side facing Shuji's loosely sprawled body.]

If you insist... [He grins, the colour rising in his own face along with his anticipation. Shuji's so eager, so needy and demanding, that Heigo can't begin to imagine how it'll look when he takes the lead - all he knows is that it's bound to be overwhelming all over again.]

[Shuji's wasted enough time already: he has no intentions of being coy with Heigo in his bed, as if he even could.

He makes short work of Heigo's pants - thankfully he has enough self-restraint to keep from popping off a button, even if means it takes a second longer to get Heigo's pants and underwear out of the way. When he finally gets Heigo's cock free, he licks his lips.]

I should ask you if blowing you will make it hard for you later, but just a taste won't hurt...

[He licks a long trail up from the base of Heigo's cock to the tip of it, wearing an expression like there's nothing else he'd rather be doing than this.]

[The hungry look on Shuji's face just before he speaks is more than enough to make Heigo's cock twitch with anticipation, and it gives another, harder twitch under the wet pressure of Shuji's tongue; he'll catch a tiny bead of precome right at the slit, the surest sign that Heigo's been much more aroused than he let on this whole time. Oh yes, he does try to play it cool and controlled, but now any hope of keeping that act up is crumbling beneath him.

At first his only audible response is a series of tight, shaky breaths, but once he's anchored himself in all the sensation with a hand on the back of Shuji's neck, he finally manages to speak:]

I'll be fine. [His tone says the rest - don't stop.]

[Not stopping. He wouldn't have wanted to anyway, so Heigo's encouragement is more than enough for him. On some subconscious level he's still convinced that Heigo will tell him to quit it at any moment, so before he says that, Shuji will do as much as he can.

Shuji licks up all the precome he can get before wrapping his lips around Heigo's cock. He sinks further down... and further, and further until it's passed into his throat and his moans are muffled by the thick heat in his mouth.

As always, Shuji aims to please.]

[Heigo's shaky breaths turn into gasps, and then outright panting, as Shuji takes more and more of him into his mouth. His fingers curl around the nape of Shuji's neck until there's a slight sting of fingernails biting into his skin. His legs start trembling when Shuji's throat works and vibrates around the head of his cock, the sound of each choked off moan just as irresistible as the feeling.

The only thing he doesn't yet do? Vocalize in any audible way, his rough breathing still the only noise Shuji can coax from him. Heigo did go through a period of being more vocal during sex when he was dating Oda, but only because Oda practically made it his life's work for that year and a half - he leans, as Shuji guessed correctly, toward silent control over his reactions.

In fact, Heigo hasn't even lifted his hips up toward Shuji's mouth yet, being too concerned about Shuji's well-being to try once it became clear that he was getting deep throated. He's not incapable of using someone more roughly for his own pleasure, but also not great at taking that initiative without explicit permission.]

[Perhaps Shuji knows Heigo too well, having guessed that Heigo would control himself in bed without even having been in bed with him before. Perhaps he just takes too much enjoyment out of breaking people's walls down.

He hums around Heigo's cock for another moment before pulling off.]

You can move your hips. I'll be fine.

[That's explicit enough permission, Shuji assumes, so he slides right back onto Heigo's cock, sucking and moaning again.]

Oh my god -

[If Heigo sounds scandalized at the suggestion, he quickly destroys that illusion by tightening his grip on the back of Shuji's head, then rolling his hips up to press deeper into his mouth. He's still got enough control to keep the rhythm slow and thorough, but there's no keeping him quiet now - little hnn hnn hnn noises accompany each thrust into Shuji's mouth, getting longer and more urgent until he finally pulls Shuji's head back and off his cock again.]

Hands and knees. [His voice trembles with the effort of keeping some modicum of self-control, but the intensity in his stare could set a rock ablaze with no accelerant.]

[The sound and feel of Heigo losing control is sweet. Shuji gives thanks his gag reflex is near to nonexistent, so he doesn't have any worry to distract him from the taste of Heigo's cock sliding over his tongue.

When Heigo pulls him off and gives that command, a shiver passes through Shuji's entire body. He can't give a verbal response - he just follows orders, getting on his hands and knees. He's fully hard and his blush travels from his cheeks to the tips of his shoulders.]

Please - I need you...

[He needs it. If Heigo didn't fuck him he thinks he'd go insane. He sounds like he's on the edge of breaking.]

God, Shuji -

[There's something indecent about just how needy Shuji looks right now, his skin flushed and lips wet, golden eyes unfocused, hair mussed by Heigo's hands - and, of course, cock bobbing against his abdomen as he gets into position. He doesn't need to verbalize how much he needs it when that fact nearly radiates off him, but the fact that he does makes everything sizzle that much more.

Some deep, dark part of Heigo's mind spits out the idea of telling Shuji that he'd make a gorgeous whore, but it's an area that's never gone explored and Heigo doesn't think this is the time to take that chance. Instead, he smoothes a hand from one of Shuji's ass cheeks up the column of his spine, all the way to the nape of his neck, and then presses down to force Shuji's cheek into the bedcovers. That's almost as good as bending him all the way over, right?

Finally, he wets a couple of fingers in his mouth and slides both into Shuji's entrance at once, scissoring and twisting them roughly in his urgency to get this done and get inside of Shuji already.]

If - if you need better lubrication - you need to tell me right now or I'm going ahead without it. Fuck, you're tight...

[Though he's always been more fond of praise, being called a whore is something Shuji would be into... but not right now. Not that he can even think about things he wants at the moment other than for Heigo to hurry up and fuck him.

He wills himself to relax around Heigo's fingers, well aware that spit isn't the best lubrication. He's also well aware that he has actual lube in the nightstand, but he's too impatient to make Heigo go through the trouble of getting it. That would mean Heigo taking his fingers out and not immediately replacing them with his cock.]

This is enough, please, please hurry...

[He rocks onto Heigo's fingers, trying to get the most amount of stretch in the least amount of time.]

Alright - okay -

[Has he ever had sex this frantic before? If so, it was more out of pure nervousness than the need consuming both he and Shuji right now. His cock is still fairly slick from Shuji's thorough blow job, so Heigo doesn't make either of them wait any longer - just like Shuji wants, he withdraws his fingers and uses that hand to steady the head of his cock at Shuji's entrance, then -]

Nnnnngh, fuck! [Much as Heigo knows he should take it slower without proper lube, Shuji feels much, much too good with the extra friction, and Heigo ends up buried in him with one shaky thrust. He also knows he should pause to let Shuji adjust and gather his own wits, but that doesn't happen either; instead, he presses Shuji completely flat against the bed and hammers into him with quick thrusts that barely pull his hips away from Shuji's ass.]

[It's far too rough to avoid being painful, and yet all the pain does is make Shuji feel the pleasure more keenly. He promised to make Heigo scream, but he's the one whose voice is breaking on 'oh god, Heigo, more,' louder and louder with each thrust.

His back arches as much as it can with Heigo holding him down. His body squeezes tighter around Heigo's cock, almost unwilling to let him go.

Heigo should be more gentle, technically, but at least Shuji's enjoying it when he's not.]

[Honestly, with how good Shuji sounds right now, Heigo doesn't mind not being the one doing all the wailing - besides, Shuji's already said he can get it up again in a hurry, so who's to say he won't get Heigo screaming during their post-sex shower?

That thought + what's currently happening make for altogether too much stimulation, and Shuji does pull a trembling moan out of Heigo with the clenching tug of his muscles around Heigo's cock. Heigo can feel him trying to buck up into each thrust, and as much as he enjoys having Shuji's pretty, slender body trapped like this, he has to admit that things could get better for both of them if the other man were able to move. Not to mention that he's already asking for more...

Decision made, Heigo lifts some of his weight off Shuji's body, then sneaks a hand beneath him to start pumping his cock in time with the slam of his hips. Incredibly enough, he wants more of those splintered cries despite Shuji barely pausing for breath. There's no denying the appeal of such a loud, frantically eager partner.]

Better? Or do - nnnngh - do you still want to get into my lap?

[Bold of you to assume that Shuji can verbally answer a question when Heigo is stroking his cock to the same rhythm of his hammering. He can't even manage Heigo's name anymore, his voice caught in an infinite cycle of wordless cries and moans.

Through some miracle of willpower, he manages to pull himself away from Heigo and up into a sitting position, and only then can he manage to speak.]

Let me ride you - please, oh god please-

[As good as Heigo slamming into him feels, he needs to drive Heigo as insane as Heigo's doing to him.]

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