teaism | never-fading sins tbh

[ Okay, if he says so. He helps Eichi in pulling down his pants and underwear and-- there it is. He grows even redder at the sight of Eichi's erection, averting his eyes for a moment before snapping out of it. No, he's already here, so he might as well go all the way. He just can't believe they're doing this in here of all places...!

He shifts so that he's lying on the floor on his chest (a bit uncomfortable but it'll do), and curls his hand around him and continues to rub up and down, making him just a little harder. Eichi's throbbing in his touch and Tsumugi just in awe, as if he's in a dream and he's expected to wake up at any moment.

So he must cherish this while it lasts.

Finally, when he's hard enough, he ducks his head and takes one tentative lick of the tip. Well he tastes salty, for one. Interesting. ]

[He's realizing very quickly that he doesn't feel very in control at all right now. It's throwing him off, it's a little uncomfortable and a little thrilling, but automatically, when he's exposed to Tsumugi, he sort of wants to push him over or say something that will leave him flustered. You know, so he himself doesn't have to be.

A rude idea, and one that doesn't pan out anyway, since his face is already flushed and Tsumugi is already stroking him. They're in the library. Now he has to really remember they're in the library, because surely any loud noises they make will be enough to draw someone in if they're around at another club. God, hopefully no one is looking for him.

Then, that warm tongue flicks out over him, and Eichi has to press a hand over his own mouth to hold back the noise that wants to come out. All of that issue of control is forgotten, and all he cares about in this moment is that Tsumugi is actually doing this for him, that he must be so eager to please him, that he looks so appealing from this angle. What a perverted thought... He can't help it.]

That felt good, Tsumugi. [The wording sounds canned, but behind a hand and a little muffled, his tone brings it across as genuine. He know encouragement will keep him going, and right now he doesn't want this to stop at all. He might have a heart attack if he has to wait too long. That's what it feels like.]

[ And it only hit Tsumugi just now that he's the one taking charge this time. Eichi may have started this first, but it's as if he unlocked something in Tsumugi that made him a little more forward this time. It's different but it's a good kind of different -- it's so thrilling that it's no wonder Eichi does it often. Though at the same time, just being able to please Eichi like this...

At Eichi's kind words, he keeps on licking, even starting to leave little kisses up and down on him like the hopeless romantic that he is. Still avoiding his gaze because he wouldn't know what to do when he sees Eichi's expression at all this. He should make Eichi feel good, but maybe not too good? Because of his weak heart and all.

But even so: ] If... If I'm no good, just tell me, okay?

[ And then he finally takes him into his mouth. Just the tip, as he tests the waters first before proceeding further down. Ah, if only Eichi can see how red he is right now... This really is embarrassing. ]

[The kisses really make it, honestly. Licks and little kisses like that are somehow so Tsumugi, even as lewd as they are— hesitant and slowly growing in intensity, it's enough to be horribly taunting and entirely on accident. Eichi is glad he can lean back and find the bookshelf for some sort of support, since one of his hands is still covering his mouth in an attempt to keep himself quiet.

So far, he's managing.

But his eyes can't avert for too long. He doesn't want them to, instead focusing on Tsumugi in such an intimate position, just as he takes his tip into his mouth. It's enough to make him shudder, and he lets out an audible exhale, his free hand moving to lace fingers through Tsumugi's hair. If he's no good... Honestly, he doesn't know what he's comparing this to, anyway. It feels much better than what he can do on his own, and the fact that it's Tsumugi, doing this for him...]

[ He's holding on to Tsumugi's hair... Is that a good sign? Just hearing Eichi pant like that, no matter how hard he tries to hide it, is so enticing, Tsumugi can't help but lower his mouth a bit deeper down his shaft, his hands gripping at Eichi's inner thighs. Can he go any lower? What if he gags? Should he even think too hard on this? Focus. The most important thing right now is making Eichi feel good. It's the least he can do for him.

So he relaxes and hums, sending vibrations on Eichi's hardness. Sucking long and hard, but not too loud -- this is still a library, first of all. Still, having the library chairman do something like this in the shadows of the bookshelves... So scandalous. But he can't help but feel excited. Tsumugi's always been a stickler for the rules, so breaking one such rule is exhilarating. Especially if it's Eichi. ]

[This is an unbeatable feeling, but he finds himself thinking on all the other things they could be doing. Things he could be doing to Tsumugi, things Tsumugi could be doing to him, all of the ways their bodies could meet. It's like electricity running through him at every movement of Tsumugi's lips. That hum, especially, has Eichi shifting back against the bookshelf a little more, rattling it just slightly as his hips attempt to press up.

He's careful to hold back on that motion, so not to make him choke or anything like that. It's a reflex, he can't help it.]

That's good, Tsumugi... Don't stop. [Whispered encouragement is all he can manage right now, fingers curling more into that soft hair of his. And now he's thinking that he could so easily yank him closer, make him take more— goodness, that's too aggressive, he's thinking too aggressively like this. He holds back from that, as well, his breathing heavy.]

[ As if he can read his mind, Tsumugi pulls his mouth away with a pop, finally looking up at Eichi's flustered face. He's even redder than Tsumugi right now... He's really liking this, isn't he? Tsumugi's so happy and relieved, but also very bashful at looking like this with his mouth still occupied. ]

I-It's okay... if you want it rougher. [ he whispers, licking up to his tip while staring at him. So lewd. But Eichi did have his rough moments with Tsumugi in the past so this shouldn't be any different, right? ] I don't mind. [ He doesn't mind the gagging for now either -- who knows when his gag reflex would kick in. Only one way to find out. ]

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Rougher...

[Eichi repeats it in barely a whisper, lacing his fingers further into that mess of hair and ending up at the back of his head. His gut feels as though it's on fire, and his length is throbbing for more. Tsumugi's large eyes are too shielded by those scratched up glasses, and Eichi moves his free hand to gently touch the temple of them before he pulls them off.

At least he folds them very carefully (one-handed) and sets them aside so they won't be damaged. If he's being permitted to go rough, well... He's thinking about it.]

Your face says you would like something like that too, Tsumugi. I need to hear something like that, you know? So I'm not like one of those people who can only harm you and move on. That's not what I want to be.

[Even in the middle of this intimate moment, breath hot and heavy and eyes dragging over Tsumugi with complete desire, he has to check this first. After everything else, too... Shouldn't he check? Something this intimate is a little more serious.]

If you can tell me you'd like me to more clearly, then I won't hold back. [It's not that he expects Tsumugi to crudely say "I want you to fuck my mouth" or anything, but even if in his shy way he can admit that he likes the roughness, then that would be enough.]

[ Ah, his glasses... He won't be able to see Eichi clearly now, but Eichi's beautifully flushed face has been burned at the back of his mind already that he can't picture anything else. It's still a sweet gesture though, however small -- He really needs a new pair, but only because he wants to see more of Eichi in this state. Moreso in the future, when he's more comfortable about the sex thing.

But does he really have to say it? Tsumugi's been doing well so far, articulating his wants to Eichi, no matter how perverted, and he thinks that he's already at his limit. If he says anything more, would Eichi think of him less? This is depraved enough as it is...!

What if he just says what's on his mind. Maybe that will make things easier for him. So he sits him, hand still gripping Eichi's length, He still hasn't let go... ]

I... think about it all the time, actually. [ Jeez, what a great start. So much for being the purer and more innocent guy in this relationship. He really has been reading too many books about this. ] I'm sure that you won't hurt me, Eichi-kun. I have complete faith in you. So... please don't hold back on my account.

[ Yep, he's definitely thirstier than Eichi this entire time. How the tables have turned. ]

[That's all he needed. How attractive, hearing those words with that face. Knowing that Tsumugi can't see a thing right now is probably too thrilling, as well. It's like having a blindfold without any of the trouble or nervousness. Thinking about it all the time, though, really?]

You were teasing me all this time, Tsumugi, saying I couldn't do even something simple like kiss you in public. I'd like to really put an end to that, you know?

[Is this enough of a statement? He thinks it's a start. Shifting, his hard length presses against the side of Tsumugi's face as he leans close like this, even with it still gripped in that hand. By now, precum leaks from the tip and down to Tsumugi's hand, and Eichi is so excited he might be trembling a little.]

Take me back in your mouth, Tsumugi. [They can go from there.] I won't forget about you, too, but I need time to think about how to play with you, you know.

[ Play with him? Does Eichi have more plans in store for him? Tsumugi doesn't know whether he should be thrilled or nervous. Maybe a bit of both.

It's not like Tsumugi doesn't like doing those things that Eichi wanted -- stuff like kissing in public or this. It's just that until now he's still not sure if he's worth of Eichi's affections. But doing this right now with him should change Tsumugi's mind about all that. Maybe.

But okay, let's proceed. Eichi is already leaking a little, so Tsumugi makes quite a show of licking his own fingers before taking him back into his mouth, taking him a little deeper into his mouth until he gags a little. He won't let that stop him though, and now he starts sucking him, his hand still gripping the part of his length that hasn't entered his mouth yet.

This really is filthy, but only Eichi gets to see this part of him. No one else. But if word gets out... ]

[There's no way that word could get out when it's just the two of them, right? There's something that sounds like the gentle steps of someone outside the library, but it could easy just be the building settling, and Eichi doesn't concern himself with it at all. He gives in more to this feeling, and of course he has more in store for Tsumugi. This is rather one sided if he didn't, right? Unless Tsumugi is going to get off on this alone, which he doubts...

But Eichi is getting so very into this because he's imagining all that he can do to repay the favor, all while Tsumugi's lips wrap around him and those fingers grip him firmly. He rolls his head back as he's sucked at, his legs shifting open lewdly to welcome more. But even with Tsumugi gagging to take this much, it doesn't feel enough. He's greedy, selfish; he wants more.

His hand grips at the back of Tsumugi's head and pulls him in gentle but eager guidance forward, trying to get him to take more in as a moan that's a little too loud falls from his lips. He can't help it.]

Tsumugi... [He's so breathless.] Keep going just like this. It's perfect.

[ See, Tsumugi can't even hear whether someone's outside the library because he's too busy paying attention to what's in front of him. Or what's in his mouth, rather. Eichi's getting eager, which is good, because Tsumugi's just ravenous at this point, as much as he doesn't want to admit it.

His free hand still holding at his inner thigh, he does his best in taking more of him in, his eyes already pricking tears as he forces himself to move even deeper. Doing it slowly so as not to gag again. (Weirdly he doesn't mind the gagging -- Though it is a bit annoying to deal with.)

He takes a one-eyed glance up at Eichi, mesmerized by his expression as his tongue gently strokes him all over, paying particular attention to the underside. Is this enough for him? Should he take him in even more? He has so many questions but it's not like he can speak at the moment.

Just focus on making Eichi feel good. That's what's most important. ]

[He's certainly managing to make him feel good, and that's showing in every way that Eichi reacts. He leans back further against the bookshelf behind him, and it creaks a little unsteadily, but thankfully Tsumugi has those books organized enough that none of them topple over. That tongue is really getting to him, small moans slipping out with every exhale as his breathing gets more rapid.

Despite all of that and the pounding in his chest, he doesn't feel like he's in danger. It's an exciting sort of rush, one that has him more energetic than ever, and he dares suddenly to lift his hips a little into Tsumugi. That, of course, forces himself a little deeper, until his hips settle back down a little and he pulls out a bit more. That sensation of his lips moving over him gets him to shudder again, and he groans out Tsumugi's name.]

[ Getting him to say his name like that... There's really nothing like it. It only encourages Tsumugi to take him in even more, gagging be damned, until his mouth almost reaches the base -- and then slowly pull himself away because god he can't breathe -- ]

...Sorry, I almost got carried away there. [ So embarrassing, but he can't help but feel a bit proud of himself. He almost took him entirely... ] You taste nice, Eichi-kun, I just can't get enough...

[ Yes, just toss a bit of lewd talk there. Though he IS telling the truth. Since he can't take Eichi in more than necessary, he'll proceed in kissing him up and down the shaft instead, humming as he does so. It's cute, showering him with affection like this. He's completely reduced Eichi to putty in his hands and he can't help but be excited. ]

[How... how does he know how to do all of this? Was it really just on his mind this whole time? The things he could do, the ways he could taste him— Eichi's face is still red, and when Tsumugi takes him in more than he thinks is possible, he pulls back one hand to cover his own mouth, turning to the side with his muffled moans.

Even Tsumugi's apology is barely heard, his head spinning from all of this attention. The idea that Tsumugi likes the taste of something so lewd...]

I can't— [Whatever he means by that, it sounds straight off of a BLCD. Kisses pepper him again, and it's driving him crazy. Unable to keep still, he drops his hand away from his mouth to reach out to Tsumugi's shoulder.] I want to touch you.

[It's sudden and blunt, but Eichi's eyes don't waver. This attention to him is unbeatable, but sitting here just taking it makes him feel too selfish, like he's giving nothing in return, and he can't wait to tease Tsumugi. This is going to take it all out of him. He's aware of that, now.

So gently, he tries to urge Tsumugi away, only so he can lean closer, shift to his knees, and push him to the ground for a kiss. He doesn't care where his mouth has been. He wants to meet that tired mouth with his own and slide a hand between them to push Tsumugi's pants out of the way.]

[ Just when Tsumugi thought he's in complete control of the situation, Eichi one-ups him yet again. He's suddenly lying on the floor, Eichi having to wrestle him down to kiss him, maybe even tasting himself a bit, and Tsumugi's eyes widen at it all. He didn't know he was really starving for it like that... What came over him? ]

W-Wait, Eichi-kun-- [ But he's not getting through him, not while Eichi's busy kissing him senseless. He can feel a hand on his pants, being pulled down, and he freezes. It's only now that he realize that he's been painfully hard this entire time but didn't pay much attention to it because he was so hyperfocused on pleasuring Eichi... So humiliating.

Wait. Is this going where he thinks it's going? Oh god. Is he ready for this? Are they both prepared? This is still a library, for fuck's sake! Tsumugi's boldness from earlier seems to have vanished as he jumps to conclusions, as usual. ]

Eichi-kun, w-we can't! We can't just--

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[When Eichi gets on a train of thought like this, it's not easy for him to stop. Even Tsumugi's embarrassed cries aren't really being focused on as he kisses at him more, interrupting and still sliding those pants down and out of the way. Freeing Tsumugi from the confines of both pants and underwear, he wraps slender fingers around his length to reward him with a few strokes, just as he kisses the corner of his mouth.]

I want more and more of you, Tsumugi. ♪ I can't stop... You don't want to stop either, do you?

[Despite those words, he can tell. Aligning their hips, it takes a moment to shift so that his hand can grip both of their cocks at once, but once he manages, he strokes and rubs them together and shudders with it, gasping against Tsumugi's mouth.] Tsumugi... Tsumugi.

[He doesn't want to stop at all, if him moaning his name like that on top of everything else is anything to go by.]

[ Of course he doesn't ever want to stop. This is so sinful, so depraved... And yet Tsumugi wants to go on and on with Eichi forever. It feels good, being touched like this by him, and so he wraps an arm around Eichi, bringing him impossibly closer and kissing him just as fervently, moaning sweetly against him. ]

Eichi... Please... [ It's to the point where he drops the honorific too. He desperately wants more, and he doesn't care that they're in a library anymore. It's probably dark out at this point, no one should be able to walk in on them now... It's perfect.

For once he's thankful that not a lot of students ever visit the library.

His own length feels hot and hard in Eichi's hand, and every stroke could make him close to coming -- but he can't. Not now. Eichi still has a ton of surprising for him after all. ]

[He looks so sweet like this. Tsumugi's pants aren't pulled all the way down, just enough to be out of his way as he leans over him like this. He's shirtless, at least, and Eichi takes advantage of that by putting most of his weight on his knees, a free hand moving to flick curiously over a nipple.

He wants to find every sensitive spot Tsumugi has. Another few strokes rubs their lengths together, and he gasps, rocking his hips down and against him to try for more of that delicious friction.

He's getting so excited, he can't hold it in at all. More, more, more of those sounds, those faces, those movements. He wants to see Tsumugi pleading for more, reaching for him, pulling at him, and he wants their desperate motions to meet together with a fiery heat and friction. He wishes he had been more prepared, but even like this, he'll find a way to get the most out of it. More and more and more.

His hand moves away from Tsumugi's chest to focus on holding himself up, again, arm a little shaky thanks to his own body, but he's ignoring that. He thrusts his hips into the strokes of his hand, bringing pleasure to them both at once, and his mouth finds place at Tsumugi's neck, open and hot and burying his moans there. At one point, his hand releases his own length so that he can focus on Tsumugi's, thumb moving over the tip in small circles before he strokes again, more quickly.]

[ The thing is, Tsumugi is sensitive almost everywhere. Every stroke and every touch leaves him breathless, as he brings a hand to his mouth to suppress his moans. All of this is just very overwhelming for him, his mind almost blown, but he has to focus. Eichi... Eichi is touching him. Everywhere. And he's slowly losing his mind. ]

Please... [ Please what? Please end this? But Tsumugi doesn't want to stop feeling any of this. He thrusts into Eichi's hand, wanting more of that delicious friction, as he gasps Eichi's name into his ear. He's not sure what he's begging for, but he really hopes Eichi gives it to him soon.

But at the same time, he still wants to please Eichi, even like this. So he reaches his hand down, taking ahold of Eichi's spit-slicked length as well, and starts stroking. It's only fair... It wouldn't seem right to have Eichi do all the work... ]

[Tsumugi's voice like that is all he wants to hear. His hand picks up its pace to try and lure more of that sound out of him, but his own body shudders as Tsumugi tries to return the favor. Ahhh... He's feeling so much energy like this. What's he supposed to do with all of this? He wants to push himself with the limit, but isn't that against everything his doctor told him?

He doesn't care about that right now. Breathing heavily against Tsumugi's neck, he thrusts desperately down into that hand, and against his own hand still fervently stroking Tsumugi. This isn't enough, and he knows now that he's going to bug Tsumugi for more of this later, for more prepared ways of doing this, for a way that he can feel all of Tsumugi and move him completely just like this.

But for now, this is what it will have to be. Both of their bodies desperately thrusting into each other, stroking and panting and wanting more.]

More, Tsumugi... ☆

[ He wants more, and this isn't good. Tsumugi is aware that Eichi might not handle the more intense part of this, and therefore scared that he might pass out during this whole ordeal. Or worse...

But he can't think of that right now. If Eichi wants more of this, Tsumugi would still be willing to give it to him. His strokes are much faster, breathing getting more labored in Eichi's ear as the other male's hold on him drives him even more to the edge. He might not last for much longer-- ]

Eichi-kun... Y-You're doing great, I love it... I n-need more...

[ Now it's his turn to give Eichi some encouragement in this fit of lust. At the back of his mind he's proud of Eichi, being able to reduce him into something like this. He really is good at getting what he wants in the end... ♪ ]

[Listen to this. He glows at the praise, but it's Tsumugi's admission that he needs more that really gets to him. Pushing past his own pathetic stamina, he strokes faster, adds more pressure, slides fingers over the tip of Tsumugi's length to really tease him further. His own mouth is pressed against Tsumugi's neck, but he's too exhausted to form real kisses. They're breathy gasps and soft moans muffled against skin, and the occasional feeling of his tongue dragging out over skin.]

In a more private space... Let's do even more, Tsumugi. [The words are spaced out, breathless, but even muffled against his neck Tsumugi should be able to hear them clearly. Eichi can feel his own body approaching its limit, and he hasn't thought about how he's going to deal with walking out of here afterwards, but he still isn't worrying. All he wants is this rush, and to have Tsumugi squirming at his hands.]

I'd like to drive you wild. [He can say such lewd things. But it's with that comment that his body settles more against him, his legs shaking from trying to support his own weight over him, and from the intense feeling rising in his stomach. Tsumugi's hand strokes him in such a perfect way that he groans, eyes closing as his hips thrust against him again.]

More, more of that...! [HE'S LOUD AND EMBARRASSING. But he's almost there, too.] Don't stop, Tsumugi...!

[ So loud and demanding... But Tsumugi just doesn't have the extra energy to shut Eichi up with his own mouth as they push each other over the edge, driving each other wild like he said. Eichi -- he's already driven Tsumugi mad from the very beginning, even before all of this. And he wants to do even more than this next time?!

(There's going to be a next time. Eichi wants to do it again. Oh god.) ]

Eichi-kun...! I'm-- I'm almost...

[ The way Eichi is holding, stroking, teasing him -- it's simply too much for Tsumugi at this point as he finally comes, splattering all over his own open chest and stomach. Ah, so embarrassing. But he's holding on to Eichi, never letting go, as he breathes hotly into his ear.

That was just... indescribable. ]

never-fading sins tbh

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this is so shameful

what have we done

SIN

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eichi exhausted for two completely different reasons in my tags

how is he not dead yet

miracles

more like the power of thirst

THAT TOO

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also lmk if you ever want to stop this one otherwise I will go on forever

yes we should wrap this up

o7