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I, I know that... [ It's just reflex for him, and so is making a surprised sound as he finds himself right back in the other's lap, hands braced on Mikado's shoulders as his face remains warm and coloured. His blush isn't done hanging around yet.

But he will adjust his weight regardless, getting himself comfortable. This is kind of his favourite place to be during intimate things. ]

It's just embarrassing...

Yeah, I get that way too. It's easy to be confident with you though.

[ That's probably a weird thing to say right now, considering the state of things between them, but it's true. He drops a kiss on Sam's nose, then reaches out his hand to take the lube from the other boy. ]

Now, to get back to what I was supposed to be doing...

You always seem confident though... [ No matter what he's doing, which comes out as a murmur as Sam ducks his head a little, unable to keep from watching the other's hands work.

The light peck endears him more to Mikado than the other probably rightly knows, and it gives him enough resolve to raise himself up on his knees a little and push his boxers down to mid-thigh. Just to get them out of the way. ]

...'s really cool. [He actually admires it about him. ]

Thank you.

[ Mikado rubs a hand down Sam's side, then down over the outside of his thigh, moving inward. The other hand is playing with the lube bottle, getting a bit on his fingers in a manner that's pretty practiced by now. He slides the hand over Sam's dick instead of reaching elsewhere - they were going to try this frot thing after all! - and then starts to stroke him again, slowly. ]

Scoot up so we're touching.

[ He could just pull Sam, but it's fun having him do it, and... ]

Put your hand on me, let's push them together with both our hands. We'll try it for just a minute, and then we can do... other things...

[ He half expected to feel the older's hand reaching around behind him when Mikado's hand moves. It happens so often down after all; but he isn't disppointed at all when it finds his dick instead, sucking in a quiet breath and resisting the urge to clutch his thighs around the other's waist.

Sam doesn't answer with words, but nods as he scoots up obediently (and a tad clumsily since he's not used to being this close without someone else's length inside him rather than against and in front of him. But the desired effect is achieved after just a few moments, teeth worrying his lower lip at the command that follows--and the sight of their cocks pressed so close together.

A moment later he'll be reaching down gingerly to cover Mikado's hand with his own, swallowing. ]

[ Strangely, Mikado likes this just as much as he'd like fucking Sam, because it's something fun and new to try, and it feels pleasant, if not incredibly intense. Once Sam's hand is on his, Mikado presses their cocks together and tries a small stroke, shifting his hand slightly so that he can cradle them both. With the lubricant, everything slides smoothly, and the warmth is nice.

He already knows how to deal with his own foreskin, enjoys tugging it back in just the right way, the increased sensitivity as the usually covered head of his cock is freed. The increased feeling of Sam's dick pressed against that space is different, however, and the way a slight push of his hips moves them both - since Sam is on top of him - is even more fun.

He leans up to press another kiss against Sam's lips, soft and quick, and laughs softly against his friend's mouth. ]

[ It's definitely a different sensation than anything Sam's felt up to this point, and while he can't spare a laugh like Mikado does, he does make a faint sound in response and try to follow the other's lips with his own, eyes lidded more than halfway as he digests the new sensation.

Intellectually it's incredibly stimulating to think that he's got another guy's cock pressed against his own, and that the two of them are stroking together. It's different than having just his own or someone else's hand on him, and the lubrication only makes it feel that much better.

Then comes the rock of the other's hips though and Sam gasps against Mikado's lips, the muscles in his stomach and thighs tightening as his cock gives a short jump and starts to harden quickly. In just a few pumps he'll be almost fully hard, his own hand tightening around the brunet's. ]

[ Why does Sam have to be so cute? It doesn't exactly help the problems Mikado is having understanding his own emotions. He's trying to focus on what they're doing now, but it's a little difficult.

Literally hard, right now, at least, as they both start to get more into what's going on. Sam's hand tightening around his feels good too, makes him feel confident they're equal partners in this however much he teases the boy. He spreads kisses across Sam's cheek rather than leaving their mouths pressed together, wanting to play this soft and affectionate for now, and that he actively thinks about how to play it is just a bit of that other side of him coming out.

He rubs his other hand up and down Sam's bare back, caressing. ]

[ And in response he arches it a little towards him, eyes slipping all the way shut a few times as those kisses traverse their way across his face. That, more than anything makes his heart speed up and has his stomach turning to knots.

But it doesn't hinder him from moving his hand alongside Mikado's even if he might duck his head after a moment, gut lurching as a swell of arousal runs through him. ]

I...it feels good.

[ Does it feel good for Mikado too? He can feel he's just as hard if not more so, but he doesn't want to be the only one deriving enjoyment from it. ]

It feels really good.

[ It's simple, way simpler than a lot of things he's tried, and painless, which right now is probably kind of a good thing, considering the new scars all over his skin. He slides the hand on Sam's back downward, rubbing over his tailbone and brushing the top of his ass, just touching. ]

Just touching...

[ He rocks up again, trying to find a rhythm in it, and his hand shifts slightly to focus on rubbing a finger against the spot just behind the head of Sam's dick, the same place Mikado likes to be touched so much himself, likes to focus on with his lips while giving someone head. ]

M--mmhmm! [ Sam nearly whines, thighs twitching when Mikado's fingers find their intended target and send a whole new kind of heat shooting into his gut. Sam's never really tried doing that before. And combined with the touch near his tailbone he finds himself fighting back the urge to squirm, rocking his own hips back eagerly and again gripping Mikado's hands tighter.

It's not enough to get off on until Mikado starts touching the tip of his cock, but it most certainly feels good. Very good. ]

[ Mikado can definitely get off this way, which is probably pretty obvious by the way his cock is leaking at this point. He continues to stroke them both, trying to go slow enough to focus on how their cocks slide against each other, on touching Sam sensually instead of just jerking him like he'd do himself.

But when Mikado starts to feel his balls tightening up against his body a little, he pauses everything he's doing and pinches down at the tip of his own cock, arching his back as he does so and blushing slightly. ]

Not... not ready to be done yet...

[ Never mind that they could go for more than one, he doesn't like to finish first and he's prone to doing it, so he gives himself a second, kissing at Sam's jaw instead, and playing fingers up and down his spine. Of course, if the other boy wants to keep playing with their dicks with his hand, Mikado isn't stopping him. ]

[ He definitely wants to, even when Mikado takes pause to hold himself back and makes Sam groan at the sudden cesation of attention. It picks back up again, but he tries to rut himself along the older teen's cock regardless; he's going to stroke them both, lifting his gaze to the other's heatedly and murmuring; ]

A...are you gonna...?

[ Cum, he means to say; but the word isn't quite ready to escape his mouth just yet. ]

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I don't wanna... too early like that...

[ He laughs, trying not to be awkward, and drops his hand away, leaving Sam in control for the moment. It feels kind of nice, doing that, though Mikado also pushes his hips up against Sam again, showing his interest and desire that way. ]

Is it okay just like this? Will you be able to..?

[ Sam's rather enjoying it too if the eager cants and rocks of his hips are anything to go by. He's actually quite enthusiastic about it as he tries to apply more pressure to himself...but the temptation to see Mikado off before himself, to actually be able to see it instead of simply feel the aftermath--that's nearly too great to overcome, and he gives the other another squeeze. ]

I...I can. [ He'll need a little more, but. Sam swallows thickly. ] Can...can I see you...?

Y-yeah, just...

[ Give him a second, he's trying to say, since he just cut himself off like that. But it doesn't take long at all, not with Sam looking at him that way.

Why is his heart racing? Hadn't he just said it wasn't going to be, they weren't going to be, he couldn't..? He knows he just said it, and why, yet here he is rocking his hips up against Sam, watching that expectant look on his face in return, blushing all the more brightly as those eyes are leveled on him.

Earnest eyes, bright and full of energy, playful. Sam is everything he isn't and more, and Mikado himself feels like he's the one with an angel, perhaps dirtying an angel a little bit, right now.

That thought shouldn't be what sends him over the edge, but it is, and when he comes, it's over their hands and their laps, messy with the movement of his hips causing it to spread further rather than just dribbling.

He turns his face away, blazing hot himself this time. ]

[ It's the first time Sam's been able to watch someone climax up-close like this before, and the sight of it is enough to make Sam's own gut almost uncomfortably tight as he watches every twitch, every spurt of hot white cum as it makes a mess of the two of them. He should find it gross or embarrassing or something, but all Sam can feel is hot, heady arousal as Mikado's release paints his skin.

It's what drive shim to focus less on himself for a moment to make sure he coaxes every last bit he can out of the other before he looks up to see the expression he's wearing...and shudders.

Is that what he looks like when he cums...? Overwhelmed and hot and just...amazing? ]

[ He's supposed to be cool and suave and sexy with Sam! Except no, he's not really right now. He shudders in the aftermath, and he isn't doing anything useful with his hands, nor really doing anything more than rocking his hips slightly and looking down to the side and flushing. ]

Is that... what you wanted to see..?

[ The words come out softly, and he licks his lips nervously afterward, then moves his hand up toward his face. He's meaning to cover his mouth, as if to stop the words belatedly, but gets distracted when he sees the wetness on his hand.

Licking his own release off his fingers wasn't what he intended to do, but he does it without thinking, blushing still but enjoying himself too. He even forgets to look away, after a second. ]

[ Oh, he just....oh. Oh. That was his own, and Mikado just licks it right up. Sam knows he's staring when it happens, eyes glued to the other's face, but he can't help it. All he can do is nod numbly, cock throbbing painfully between their bodies as more heat assaults him.

That...was hotter than he was expecting it to be. Suddenly his throat feels dry and his mouth, parched. Mikado's...adorable, and at the same time? Totally erotic. ]

Good. I'm glad.

[ There, now he's under control again, maybe. He puts his hand back down to start stroking Sam again, but this time he's fully focused on it, since his own pleasure is out of the way. There's a bit of a buzzy feeling to it, and the way his damp cock is lying wilted against his leg so close to Sam feels funny, as if he might overstimulate himself with the little brushes of the back of his hand as he touches Sam.

That's kind of a fun idea, and he winds up doing it a little on purpose, his cock twitching slightly now and then as he brushes against it, his hand stroking Sam steadily now, his eyes focused on the boy's face as if he can't look away. ]

[ It has Sam doing it though, or at least off to the side or down a little when he notices the other's intense stare. It brings warmth to his face anew and has him squirming some, especially when he realizes Mikado is watching him, in this sort of situation. He's used to being involved in this sort of thing with someone sure, but it's like each and every reaction of his is being studied and keenly recorded, and that in itself is enough to have him almost painfully hard as he flushes and throbs in the other's grip.

The pace is faster and the pressure more focused, and despite his best efforts to mute himself and his reactions to the attention he still winds up tensing his thighs and stomach squirming and shifting restlessly in Mikado's lap. His breathing becomes riddled with suppresses gasps and exhales, and more than once he fails to stifle a sound of enjoyment as pre seeps from the tip of his cock. ]

M, Mikado...

You're so cute like this.

[ He's not trying to make Sam more self-conscious, but he can't help it. Even though Mikado himself often gets overwhelmed during sex, even though he blushes and flails at times, he can't imagine being seen the same way he sees Sam, seeming quite so open. It almost feels like an innocence kink, sometimes.

He leans in, brushes his lips against Sam's cheek, moves back to his ear to whisper in it. ]

I can't wait to lick yours up too.

O-ohhn-- [ Oh, god. That's literally all Mikado has to say to set Sam off, the mental imagine it conjures too much for his nerves to handle. He feels his gut tighten only a split-second before he's cumming hard into the older teen's hand, face hot and gaze just a little distant, still too busy digesting those words and imagining Mikado with streaks of sticky white across his face to be aware of anything else.

He should be more frazzled than he is by how hard it hits him, but he's too busy shuddering in the other's grip now to worry about it as he groans and the last few dribbles as pumped from his tip. ]

[ Despite his words, Mikado doesn't rush to lick it up. Instead, he presses more kisses against Sam's ear, his cheek, gently enjoying the closeness as he feels that orgasm hit, the movements against him and under his hand obvious even though he's too close to be truly looking. Feeling it is better, he decides, being able to experience every shudder, every breath. ]

Good?

[ That word is said softly too, and it's a real question, not just a tease, though maybe a little bit of a tease too. ]

[ Whatever it is Sam nods weakly, flushed and panting and overwhelmed by the intensity of his own arousal as it starts to wane and fade, leaving him feeling kind of boneless. It's different from the intensity he gets out of being fucked, but no less good--especially when he gets to have Mikado all close like this.

Sam's going to lean the side of his head against Mikado's very faintly, panting. ]

Uh-huh...

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