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Quick 'hit it' [NSFW]

[Knock, knock, knock.]

[They've been dating for a short time now, and this is Mitsuhide's first time actually visiting Motochika's flat. He feels tense, but in a good way; this feels like a big step to the young man, something intimate and special in their strange, unexpected but unquestionably real and warming relationship.]

[So of course he's dressed himself up well for this. Well-tailored trousers, a soft purple shirt, hair a loose ebony curtain down his back... it's not often he lets it down when outside of his own home. But this is for Motochika, after all.]

[It's special, what they have.]

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[Like anyone else, Motochika's home is his haven, where he is free to let loose. Unlike anyone else, he takes the concept much further.

Knowing that it is Mitsuhide at the other side, he doesn't think twice about entering the electronic lock's passcode and opening his door to let his boyfriend in. He shuts the door behind Mitsuhide and greets the other man with a warm smile.

As it so happens, his smile is all that wears.

He drinks in the gorgeous sight before him.]

Mitsuhide.

[Motochika drawls in greeting.]

[Mitsuhide enters, smiles, turns his head and-]

Motochika!?

[In hindsight, this being the kind of thing Motochika does in his own home wouldn't seem surprising. Right now, though, the rather prudish and shy Mitsuhide is so shocked by the sigh of this tanned flesh that he's left stunned and still for one long moment.]

[That shock is not enough to stop him looking, though. His eyes drop. He can't help it and it only makes his cheeks flush ever more red.]

M-Motochika, I... you...

[His words trail to a stop, and he swallows.]

[Motochika basks in the attention, in how obviously affected Mitsuhide is by the sight of his nudity. Even the way his body responds to his stunningly beautiful partner does nothing to abash him. He is ridiculously comfortable and confident in his own skin.]

You look exquisite tonight.

[Motochika remarks after a moment, smug as he steps close enough to reach out and sink his fingers into Mitsuhide's loose hair.]

[There isn't much that could propel Mitsuhide into a deeper sense of embarassment, but getting that 'rise' out of Motochika gets him there rather well. It turns the heat up in his own chest as well; countless desires are making themselves very well known.]

[He can't tear his gaze away with that gradually hardening erection. Which is ridiculous. Walking in on Motochika like this, it...]

Thank you.

[Mitsuhide bows his head. Everything he is tells him not to give into a certain urge... except no. That's not true, is it? Quite a lot of him is eager to get on with it. It's a smaller part of him that's protesting, the one bound by expectations and rules and 'how it's always done.']

[So he touches his hand to his face, gently leans in to kiss Motochika once, and then, surprisingly perhaps, drops to his knees. Without looking at his lover he says:]

I... Motochika, I want to...

[This is mortifying. What is he thinking?]

[Even Motochika is momentarily surprised by Mitsuhide's boldness -- pleasantly so, to say the least. As he looks down at Mitsuhide hot desire rushes through him, a tidal wave of fresh longing.

He has always known, of course, that Mitsuhide has rebellion in his soul. Just to date Motochika demands it. This is merely a natural progression.

Eager to encourage his boyfriend, Motochika presses a kiss to his palm then settles it on the crown of Mitsuhide's head. He strokes his fingers through Mitsuhide's silken locks affectionately.]

Go on, my rebellious Mitsuhide.

[He urges, his voice low and heated.]

[Permission granted, Mitsuhide manages to look up briefly and offers a shy smile before returning his gaze right back to one very prominent erection. Oh. This is hardly an appropriate greeting, just dropping to one's needs in a gesture that could only be powered by lust. Still, Motochika seems pleased... hard to miss that fact. Mitsuhide bites his lip briefly and then says:]

Please, hold my hair back.

[Shifting as close as he can, Mitsuhide first raises a hand and slowly touches the tip of his lover's length, then drags his hand down to its base. It's rather hard not to imagine how this might, well... fit. Oh. Oh goodness. Mitsuhide flicks out his tongue to touch the tip again before taking it just barely into his mouth.]

[It's a sight that Motochika commits to his memory: Mitsuhide on his knees, flushed and shy, yet eager in his desire.]

Irresistible.

[Motochika murmurs huskily as he gathers up Mitsuhide's hair. He sighs in pleasure at the first touch of Mitsuhide's hand, and a small groan falls from his parted lips at the flick of Mitsuhide's tongue. A shiver of anticipation runs through him as Mitsuhide's lovely mouth barely closes around the tip of his erection. He watches intently, basking in the teasing promise of sensation.

Though he aches for more, he is more than happy to let Mitsuhide set the pace.]

[There are some uncertainties in Mitsuhide's mind right now; knowing he is not exactly an expert at this, knowing he's not, frankly, all that confident in such matters in general. But that won't stop him from slowly sliding his mouth as far down Motochika's erection as he can manage. Lust, empowered by love, warms his heart and his loins both, urging him on.]

[Lingering like that for a moment, Mitsuhide adjusts to the feel of the warm, hard flesh in his mouth before slipping it out entirely again. The unwitting tease does not last long, however. After a soft sigh Mitsuhide grasps Motochika's hip, closes his eyes and begins this blowjob in earnest.]

[It's quick, and a little clumsy, but none could doubt his enthusiasm for this.]

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