[There's a string of extremely colorful curses that leave his mouth, something that never really happens with Yamato, no matter his temper. It leaves him when Okkotsu stops kissing him, when he pulls away to get on his knees, removing the stimulation on his cock. It's hard, painfully so, that he can't even muster the thought of saying 'no' (or, well, anything really) when Okkotsu asks. Especially not when cold air suddenly hits it, followed by cool fingers.
His legs tremble as the plaster cracks even more into the wall, punching small holes now as he gasps, nearly thrusting into Okkotsu's warm mouth. He hadn't even gotten the chance to say anything, even if his mind had no idea why he would even protest this. Okkotsu on his knees, shirtless, with his cock in his mouth, making Yamato's pupils dilate even more until the blue was almost just a ring around it.]
Yuta.
[He breathes out his name, his voice shaky, cursed energy pulsing as he whimpers. It's not enough, not close to it, and he had to slam his other hand into the opposite side, cracking the surface.
He's afraid to touch him right now. He's afraid that once he does, he wouldn't be able to stop, even when the cursed energy sneaks into his system, whispers in his mind to take, take, take until Yamato realizes that he's started to shove his hips forward, trying to get Yuta to move it along.]
[ to say that Yuta is an expert at giving blowjobs would be... a total lie. this is actually the first time he's ever had someone's cock in his mouth. but at least he isn't a complete virgin when it comes to sex. he has some experiences under his belt, which Yamato might have been able to deduce through their kisses, along with how Yuta doesn't immediately shy away from his touch. (or Yamato might not be able to tell since the curse is likely muddling with his mind.) and although Yuta's partners have been girls, he at least knows what it's like to receive a blowjob. he knows enough about what would feel good and what he should avoid doing.
but there isn't that much he can do when Yamato begins fucking into his mouth. although Yuta is unprepared for it, he thankfully doesn't end up full on choking. instead, he focuses on relaxing his throat while he grabs Yamato's hips to somewhat control his movements, setting him at a pace where he can actually breathe while Yamato bucks at his face.
finally, when he's gotten more used to the motion of a cock sliding past his lips, Yuta experiments a little by humming every now and then, and then sucking extra hard on the tip whenever Yamato pulls back. although Yuta is no expert at fellatio, it probably doesn't make any difference to his younger friend since his sensitivity levels are off the charts at the moment.
every now and again, Yuta's gaze turns up to look into Yamato's eyes β taking in how dilated his pupils are and feeling his own heart clench as he recalls how they had gotten into this mess. ]
[To Yamato who has never actually had a blowjob, this might as well be the best thing he's experienced. More so because of who it was doing it for him, despite the reasons. It's hard to completely ignore the curse, not when it goes through his body as though in excitement, pulsing in his veins and whispering in his head about forcing himself down his throat, of pushing him down and having his way with him. The images in his head makes his cheeks heat up even more, that he feels like he resembles a tomato even as words escape him.
He's never been all that chatty in the first place, but it didn't mean he wasn't vocal. Which was a problem, because the gasps that comes out of him are loud, even if he was being restrained enough not to be able to get more of that heat and take over.
He'd appreciate it later, when his mind is less clouded, that Yuta was strong enough to keep Yamato from choking him.
Still, the more Yuta moved, the more Yamato moaned, the cursed energy crackling into his hands as he breaks even more plaster. It's a testament to his control that he hasn't ripped the walls off yet, because he was able to do that with the amount of energy building up in him. Which, of course, doesn't make the curse happy, because he's still holding back.]
Y-Yuta-- Yuta, it's--
[He whines, hips shifting even as tears gather at the corner of his eyes, feeling overwhelmed by the sensation. His guilt ebbing away as the pleasure takes over. This part, he'll probably be unable to look at Yuta later without turning into a tomato, especially when he begs.]
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His legs tremble as the plaster cracks even more into the wall, punching small holes now as he gasps, nearly thrusting into Okkotsu's warm mouth. He hadn't even gotten the chance to say anything, even if his mind had no idea why he would even protest this. Okkotsu on his knees, shirtless, with his cock in his mouth, making Yamato's pupils dilate even more until the blue was almost just a ring around it.]
Yuta.
[He breathes out his name, his voice shaky, cursed energy pulsing as he whimpers. It's not enough, not close to it, and he had to slam his other hand into the opposite side, cracking the surface.
He's afraid to touch him right now. He's afraid that once he does, he wouldn't be able to stop, even when the cursed energy sneaks into his system, whispers in his mind to take, take, take until Yamato realizes that he's started to shove his hips forward, trying to get Yuta to move it along.]
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but there isn't that much he can do when Yamato begins fucking into his mouth. although Yuta is unprepared for it, he thankfully doesn't end up full on choking. instead, he focuses on relaxing his throat while he grabs Yamato's hips to somewhat control his movements, setting him at a pace where he can actually breathe while Yamato bucks at his face.
finally, when he's gotten more used to the motion of a cock sliding past his lips, Yuta experiments a little by humming every now and then, and then sucking extra hard on the tip whenever Yamato pulls back. although Yuta is no expert at fellatio, it probably doesn't make any difference to his younger friend since his sensitivity levels are off the charts at the moment.
every now and again, Yuta's gaze turns up to look into Yamato's eyes β taking in how dilated his pupils are and feeling his own heart clench as he recalls how they had gotten into this mess. ]
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He's never been all that chatty in the first place, but it didn't mean he wasn't vocal. Which was a problem, because the gasps that comes out of him are loud, even if he was being restrained enough not to be able to get more of that heat and take over.
He'd appreciate it later, when his mind is less clouded, that Yuta was strong enough to keep Yamato from choking him.
Still, the more Yuta moved, the more Yamato moaned, the cursed energy crackling into his hands as he breaks even more plaster. It's a testament to his control that he hasn't ripped the walls off yet, because he was able to do that with the amount of energy building up in him. Which, of course, doesn't make the curse happy, because he's still holding back.]
Y-Yuta-- Yuta, it's--
[He whines, hips shifting even as tears gather at the corner of his eyes, feeling overwhelmed by the sensation. His guilt ebbing away as the pleasure takes over. This part, he'll probably be unable to look at Yuta later without turning into a tomato, especially when he begs.]
I want more-- please. It feels good.