"Please," Yahaba rasps, his voice deep and rough, and Kyoutani knows it's his doing, his dick down Yahaba's throat, fucking into it while Yahaba just takes him like the good boy he is.
Yahaba's face is flushed now, lips bruised and swollen, chin dripping wet in a mix of his saliva and Kyoutani's precome. Kyoutani wants to cover his face with it, wants to mark Yahaba as his, and to have Yahaba begging for it too is more than he can take.
Kyoutani strokes his cock firmly, nudging the head of it against Yahaba's lips again. Yahaba parts them, sucking on the very tip of it, looking up at Kyoutani through his eyelashes, pleading silently.
"Fuck," Kyoutani grunts out, pulling away as he his orgasm builds, holding his cock to Yahaba's face. "So close."
"Good," Yahaba breathes, and Kyoutani reaches out with his free hand, fingers splayed against Yahaba's jaw, tilting his face up for it.
Yahaba shuts his eyes in anticipation and Kyoutani pumps himself, shuddering as he comes hard, spilling it all over Yahaba's face. It's on his forehead, splashing into his hair, over his cheeks, across his lips. Kyoutani moans softly with another weak spurt of come that lands on Yahaba's chin, the last drop of it still clinging to his cock until Yahaba leans forward to lap it up.
"Look at you," Kyoutani breathes, his hand going into Yahaba's hair, not caring that he's smearing come into it. Yahaba doesn't seem to care about that either.
Yahaba slowly blinks his eyes open, grinning up at Kyoutani, licking away a thick drop of come that slides down his cheek. He's gorgeous like this, filthy, and Kyoutani loves it.
Kyoutani wants to touch. He strokes two of his fingers over Yahaba's cheek, gathering the come as he goes, then presses his fingers to Yahaba's mouth. With a low moan, Yahaba sucks on them, swallows his come down, and Kyoutani does it again, collecting as much of it as he can before feeding it to Yahaba, who accepts it like an offering, sucking Kyoutani's fingers into his mouth as far as they'll go, his tongue sliding between them.
Getting on his knees, Kyoutani holds Yahaba still with hands against either side of his neck. He leans in and licks along Yahaba's cheek, coating his tongue with his own come and kissing Yahaba. They moan into each other's mouths, tongues sliding against each other slow and slick, trading come and saliva back and forth until it drips down their chins and neither of them even care about that, too caught up in the gentle friction of their tongues against each other.
Kyoutani pulls back, not bothering to wipe his mouth before he cleans his come off Yahaba's face, alternating between swallowing it down and sharing it with Yahaba. They're both hard again by the time they're done and Yahaba laughs softly, lying on his back and spreading his legs.
"I want to kiss you with come on both our faces," he says and Kyoutani hurries to get on top of Yahaba, swallowing him down as he feels Yahaba's lips around him in return.
They're worn out afterwards, settling in each other's arms and rubbing their faces together, smearing their mess against each other before kissing lazily, gently lapping at each other. Turns out that Kyoutani likes being marked just as much he likes marking Yahaba. Just like Yahaba enjoys marking him just as much. It works out for them nicely.
FILL: Dripping (Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru; facials)
Yahaba's face is flushed now, lips bruised and swollen, chin dripping wet in a mix of his saliva and Kyoutani's precome. Kyoutani wants to cover his face with it, wants to mark Yahaba as his, and to have Yahaba begging for it too is more than he can take.
Kyoutani strokes his cock firmly, nudging the head of it against Yahaba's lips again. Yahaba parts them, sucking on the very tip of it, looking up at Kyoutani through his eyelashes, pleading silently.
"Fuck," Kyoutani grunts out, pulling away as he his orgasm builds, holding his cock to Yahaba's face. "So close."
"Good," Yahaba breathes, and Kyoutani reaches out with his free hand, fingers splayed against Yahaba's jaw, tilting his face up for it.
Yahaba shuts his eyes in anticipation and Kyoutani pumps himself, shuddering as he comes hard, spilling it all over Yahaba's face. It's on his forehead, splashing into his hair, over his cheeks, across his lips. Kyoutani moans softly with another weak spurt of come that lands on Yahaba's chin, the last drop of it still clinging to his cock until Yahaba leans forward to lap it up.
"Look at you," Kyoutani breathes, his hand going into Yahaba's hair, not caring that he's smearing come into it. Yahaba doesn't seem to care about that either.
Yahaba slowly blinks his eyes open, grinning up at Kyoutani, licking away a thick drop of come that slides down his cheek. He's gorgeous like this, filthy, and Kyoutani loves it.
Kyoutani wants to touch. He strokes two of his fingers over Yahaba's cheek, gathering the come as he goes, then presses his fingers to Yahaba's mouth. With a low moan, Yahaba sucks on them, swallows his come down, and Kyoutani does it again, collecting as much of it as he can before feeding it to Yahaba, who accepts it like an offering, sucking Kyoutani's fingers into his mouth as far as they'll go, his tongue sliding between them.
Getting on his knees, Kyoutani holds Yahaba still with hands against either side of his neck. He leans in and licks along Yahaba's cheek, coating his tongue with his own come and kissing Yahaba. They moan into each other's mouths, tongues sliding against each other slow and slick, trading come and saliva back and forth until it drips down their chins and neither of them even care about that, too caught up in the gentle friction of their tongues against each other.
Kyoutani pulls back, not bothering to wipe his mouth before he cleans his come off Yahaba's face, alternating between swallowing it down and sharing it with Yahaba. They're both hard again by the time they're done and Yahaba laughs softly, lying on his back and spreading his legs.
"I want to kiss you with come on both our faces," he says and Kyoutani hurries to get on top of Yahaba, swallowing him down as he feels Yahaba's lips around him in return.
They're worn out afterwards, settling in each other's arms and rubbing their faces together, smearing their mess against each other before kissing lazily, gently lapping at each other. Turns out that Kyoutani likes being marked just as much he likes marking Yahaba. Just like Yahaba enjoys marking him just as much. It works out for them nicely.