crowspace | call me out v. 14.0

[Oh, there it goes. Mandricardo blinks at Suga's bare chest, retracing his path with his hand again, this time over bare skin.]

...Told you that you're handsome. [He murmurs, before bending in his head. A bit of a bold move, perhaps, but flustered regardless, he kisses the other's clavicle before sucking down on it lightly.]

[Ah-!

Suga's mouth falls open on a silent moan. He buries a hand in Mandricardo's hair, whole body arcing towards Mandri's lips.]

[Oh, that's a really, really lovely sound. Mandricardo freezes for a moment, flummoxed, hating himself a little by how aroused he is by that alone.]

[He gathers some amount of courage to keep going, sucking down the clavicle and leaving kisses in his wake, before giving a little kiss and a lick above his sternum.]

[It's not much of a sound - just Suga's ragged breathing as his mouth works on what would have been a moan if he had a voice - but he's glad it does something for someone.

Suga should touch Mandricardo in return. He should and he wants to, but when he tries to tug at what Mandricardo is wearing, he finds himself unable to figure out how it comes off. Um. Help please.]

[It's definitely appealing in its own right, sounding like a ragged gasp, and it makes him shiver - Mandricardo pulls back to start unlatching parts of his armor. He'll be careful with them, putting them gently back onto the floor, since Hektor's armor should be treated with nothing but dignity.]

[But after that is done, he'll pull his layers of shirts up to expose his bare chest. Trembling, he'll reach forward to pull Suga's hand to his chest, letting him feel what he wants.]

[Oh. He wants, very much, and he runs his hands all over Mandricardo's chest, feeling the lines of muscle there.

Suga writes with a finger on Mandri's chest.]

Handsome

H-Hey...

[He's moved by the words, tilting his head up to look up at him, face flushed.]

You're the handsome one. [And he presses a kiss to his neck.] You really are.

[This is a clear falsehood and Suga's not going to stand for it. He rubs his thumb over one of Mandricardo's nipples, so that he will stop saying these false things.]

[Mandricardo bites back a low moan, but it stutters out of his mouth, anyways.]

Yeah, that's...good.

[Another kiss to the neck.]

[What a wonderful sound. Even as Suga tilts his neck to give Mandricardo more space to work, he starts to rub both nipples at once to make Mandricardo make that noise again.

Given Mandricardo's position straddling him, Suga's excitement probably won't go unnoticed very long.]

[Another noise, a little groan edging into a grunt. He can definitely tell that the other's enjoying this, and it thrills him in a way he can't quite express with words.]

[So he'll express it with action, instead - he leans up to kiss him, before sliding a hand over the tent in the other's pants, stroking him through the fabric.]

[Oh - Suga's skin flushes from his cheeks down to his shoulders as he arches into Mandricardo's touch. He needs his hands for a second to sign, hang on-]

Can I touch you too?

[He draws back to see him signing, before, bashfully, he nods. He'll quickly move to get the rest of the armor off.]

Y-Yeah, you can...

[Here goes nothing. This is hard to mess up, at least - it's just like doing it to yourself, probably? (Not that he spends a lot of time attending to his own needs.)

He draws Mandricardo's cock out of his pants and gives it a careful stroke, eyes fixed on Mandri's face for his reaction.]

A-Ah....

[That's a full body shudder from him at that, and he bites down on his lower lip.]

J-Just like that. Yeah.

[Oh, that's a good face. Suga could never get tired of that reaction, he's sure already.

He keeps a steady pace, his own pleasure momentarily forgotten in the face of needing to make Mandricardo whimper like that again.]

S...Suga...

[He's still palming Suga through his pants, as if trying to distract himself, but there's a little jolt of his hips, another low noise.]

I have to...treat ya as my Master...

[Suga shakes his head, biting his lip as the slight pressure sends heat through him. He doesn't have to do anything, especially not when Suga wants to make him feel good.

He'd need both hands to sign, but maybe speeding up his strokes a little is answer enough.]

[He feels like he's overheating a bit. His hips twitch again, and one hand moves to grasp the other's shoulder, lowering his head against his other shoulder as he gasps and lets out a whine. Fumbling, he pulls Suga's pants down, trying to grasp the other's cock directly, trying to catch up.]

I'm gonna...I'm gonna....Suga....

[Suga's breath comes in ragged pants and his hips roll into Mandricardo's touch. It's so tempting to close his eyes, but he forces them to stay open. He wants to see the face Mandricardo makes when he comes.

...Ah, he might be turning into a pervert... He can worry about that later.]

[He was summoned to fight an evil spirit. He did that. And now, he's very much giving his Master a handjob.]

[Servants could get mana through sex, of course, but Mandricardo never in his wildest dreams thought that would ever apply to him. In the end, this is just...a lesson, right? He's teaching Suga how it works...something like that....maybe...........]

[But another stroke of the man's hand is enough to push him over the edge - Mandricardo gasps before letting out a deep, pleased moan as he comes. His body trembling from the high, he makes to put extra attention on the other's cock, pumping it with short, strong strokes.]

[Oh - Mandricardo's face is beautiful right now, Suga thinks. He watches it until he can no longer keep his eyes open, his body shaking and trembling in Mandricardo's grasp.]

Mandricardo, please please please, feels good, please-

Yeah, c-come on, Suga. you're doing so good. You're doin' real good...

[The rising sense of embarrassment is coming, cheeks burning like he's in the sun, but he focuses entirely on his Master's pleasure. He kisses him deeply against the neck, encouraging, his strokes not even slowing down for a second.]

[Mandricardo's hands and mouth are so warm, and his voice is so kind, and everything is all too much all at once - much more intense than anything he's ever managed to do to himself. Suga jerks into his grip once, twice, before coming into his hand, audibly panting for breath.]

[He feels the instant warmth spilling over his hands, and he's more than happy to watch as Suga hits his high - it makes him happy, knowing he did this, knowing he helped make this happen.]

[He pulls back, only to kiss him sweetly on the mouth, his body feeling comfortably hot from the experience.]

So? H-How was it?

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