[ day 8, post game afternoon ] [nsfw]

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[ he kisses back readily, and when he does push up it's with a pleased exhale through his nostrils as his bare cock brushes, pushes up against Shuten's too; he doesn't know if he wants to do anything more than this right now, grinding against him like so is pretty nice but at the same time his foggy mind can't help but picture more -- his hand does drop between them to curl around their shafts, bring them together like how they were when they were against the door. ]

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[Shuten moans quietly, muffling it even more into Oni's mouth. He braces himself with hands on Oni's shoulders, rocking above him, into the heat of Oni's hand, Oni's cock. He wouldn't argue with more, certainly, but it's not like this isn't enough by itself, either, and he feels no need to rush.]

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[ well they can agree on that one; it is nice just indulging in this, the steady rock up of his hips, kissing slowing to something more relaxed but still somehow almost -- needy, the flat of his thumb rubbing over the tips of their cocks ]

wanders back in nearly two weeks later

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[Shuten matches his rhythm, grinding down languidly. It's an unhurried sort of pace, but the desire isn't really less for it, just... taken slower, and savored. This slow, too, it's probably hard to ignore the warm press of scales against Oni's hip, shifting regularly as they move together.]

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[ he's perfectly fine with savoring this, making as such clear with a throaty sort of groan, mouth parting as he tries to deepen the kiss and squeeze both their shafts together with a pulse of his hand. ]