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[ 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...

[ If he doesn't think too hard about it, he can enjoy this a lot, Mikado thinks. How close they are now, how nice it feels to be with Sam, the only bit missing is being able to talk about how he feels, and that's... well, it's a big thing, maybe. But for now, it's nice, and he holds the pose for a second, forgetting all about the promise to lick up the mess. ]

Mm, me too.

[ Sam doesn't mind. He's just enjoying the closeness they have right now, even turning to kiss a little at the other's temple. His own mind isn't nearly so busy as Mikado's; Sam doesn't worry about appearances and what he should or shouldn't do in the wake of something like that.

They made each other feel good, and now they're practically embracing one another. That's more than enough for him even if they didn't actually get to penetrative sex. This? This was nice. ]

[ Mikado snuggles against Sam happily there on the couch, for now, ignoring the mess and even tightening his cleaner arm around him in a hug. It feels nice, yes, that's true. It's enough for now. ]

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