[ The warmth that's still flooding his body is almost intolerable, and Yuji doesn't want to keep suffering through it if he can avoid it - all his instincts are demanding that he climb on top of Fushiguro and take what he wants, to get Megumi to do whatever it takes to ease the feeling. He's a little delirious with it, he thinks, desperate for whatever he can get as quickly as he can get it, and when he leans back to breathe it comes out as a needy whine.
He doesn't want to rest, or even to be taken care of if it means that Megumi will stop this. He wants to feel his fingers, maybe his mouth, to feel the press of a cock inside of him, to take and take until there's absolutely nothing left. The desperation that he feels is almost overwhelming, and he has to force himself to breathe through it and tilt his head up, eyes dark. ]
Mm, yeah.
[ The pinch makes Yuji's body twitch, and it feels a little... Different. New. He shifts a little, wiggling, cock still hard between his legs, and then he licks his lips. It feels like... If Fushiguro does a little more... ]
Something's different? [ He knows he never needs to be too gentle with the other boy. They've done it enough times to know Yuji likes it either way - when Megumi is sweet and leaving soft kisses against his body, and when Megumi's putting his entire back into fucking him right into the streets until the other boy can only moan and cry out. There's less consideration now then. He picks up the pace, fucking those three fingers deep into the other boy, curling the long digits and pressing him against his walls to make sure he really feels it. ]
Use your words. Tell me how it feels. [ With a squeeze of the other boy's nipple, he releases it in favour of grabbing Yuji's wrist, holding it against the bed as Megumi leans down over him. He can feel the other boy against his skin, firm muscles of his stomach tensing with each thrust, and the heat of him is like a furnace against Megumi's skin. Warm and comfortable to press up against, and so hot his own temperature is rising, his slick and hard cock aching against the bedsheets but ignored for now.
Finally, he takes that one nipple in his mouth, licking and sucking relentlessly, playing with it between his teeth. It feels like something is about to happen, and he doesn't know why his instincts told him to latch on like this as if that will help things along. ]
[ It's too hot, too heated for him to really place, his body almost pulsing with it. He's starting to realise there might be something more wrong than a simple flush of an illness or some residual curse, and he's glad that Megumi is here to help him through it. Licking his lips, he tilts his head back, waiting to see if he can find the right words for the sensation, the right thing to help him to understand, but...
Megumi sucks, teeth scraping over his nipple, and Yuji groans. That's where the feeling is focused, centred, and he twitches a little, cock desperately hard as he rocks down on the fingers inside him. When he speaks, it's pained, as if he's desperate for something he can't name, and he swallows. ] It's like I'm going to burst, Megumi...
[ It's then that his body finally decides to give.
Where Megumi is sucking, the nipple almost pops, and liquid comes out, right into Megumi's mouth, and Yuji is moaning loudly, hips shifting and rocking as his hand drops to grip at Megumi's hair. ]
[ It's a strange development indeed, but Megumi is so curious. There have been too many times where the other boy has lost control, coming before Megumi had let him. Many times he's felt so overwhelmed he started to choke and moan in pretty ways. This felt different from those times. They've done it enough that Yuji wouldn't come from just being fingered, so early in their lovemaking. There's something different about today, and he can feel the way the other boy's chest heats up, nipple stiffening up enticingly between his lips.
Then, he feels it, that hint of wetness, a sweet syrup against his tongue. Megumi's so shocked he pulls away for a second, worried he might have gone too far and caused the nub to bleed, but blood doesn't taste half as good as that did. Staring at the other boy, his lips are slightly agape, stained with beads of white nectar. He's taken aback, unsure of what to say. ]
You're leaking milk ... [ Without much thought he gives that nipple a pinch, watching curiously as the milk squirts out and not minding at all that it gets on his face and chin. Megumi licks at his lips, savoring the taste with interest. The look on his face is one of bewilderment, intrigue and some revere. ]
[ Yuji leans back, flushed and embarrassed. He doesn't try to pull away, because the pressure on his nipple feels good - it's a sweet kind of relief after feeling as if he was going to pop somehow, and he groans a little as his hand raises to cover his eyes and mouth. It's an intense feeling, being watched while something as embarrassing as this happens, and he whimpers a little as he tries to keep himself calm and settled.
It feels weird. Intense. It feels like a little bit too much, but - he can handle it. It feels better when Meg touches him, with the way milk is leaking from him now, and his back arches, shoving himself forwards towards Megumi. ]
Don't do it like that, it's embarrassing... C'mon.
[ Shaking his head, Yuji breathes out. ]
I want you to drink it. Please, Megumi, I'm so hot...
[ In his life time, Megumi's seen several cursed wombs, and a curse that fashioned itself as a mother. If he were to concoct a theory, the stress, resentment and anger certain human beings have against their maternal figures have probably given rise to these themes of motherhood within a curse. Yuji was cursed by a spirit they exorcised without knowing very much about, and while his unique body meant that he survived it, he was certainly experiencing some residual effects. If it's just this, it's not as bad as it could have been. It's probably immensely confusing and stressful for Yuji, but it's not bad ...
Staring at the other boy in his heated and wanton state, leaking shamefully from his tits and begging Megumi to drink, the twisted part of him can't help but find the circumstances ... not bad at all. ] You complain, then start begging me right away.
[ It's slightly amusing, and maybe he's mean to point it out, but he's been known to push the other boy's buttons from time to time. Almost like he's punctuating himself, he gives that nipple another hard pinch, letting that milk gush out and drip over Yuji's chest. Megumi then licks his fingers, appraising the taste once again. It really is sweet. ] The other one's pent up too. I'm going to open it up.
[ That's all the warning the other boy will get before Megumi leans down to ravish his other nipple, licking and teasing the tip until he can feel it harden, latching on and sucking to draw that milk out. His fingers don't relent, thrusting into the other boy once again and scissoring him open each time. ]
[ The dual attack feels painfully overwhelming but in the best possible way, Yuji's body wanting to reach out and pull Megumi closer in all the ways that he can. He's hot with it, desperate to be pushed down and fucked, to be totally overwhelmed by the weight of the boy on top of him, but he doesn't want the attention to his chest to stop. He doesn't want to falter and end up with more of that strange, needy pressure in him, the kind that's making him want to wiggle and jerk.
Fingers are curling and pushing him, bullying him a little, and Yuji loves it. He likes when Megumi teases him a little bit, makes him work for it, embarrassing him along the same route, and he shivers a little as his head tilts back, a moan slipping from his mouth before he can stop himself. It's too good, and he wants to give more, to let Megumi suckle at him until there's nothing left.
He doesn't know why it feels so good when it should be so mortifying.
Hips jerking a little, he rocks down into the fingers as one arm wraps around Megumi, stroking through his hair gently, soft and careful even when he is being completely overwhelmed by hand and mouth. ]
Megumi... Megumi, it feels amazing... Your mouth is perfect.
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He doesn't want to rest, or even to be taken care of if it means that Megumi will stop this. He wants to feel his fingers, maybe his mouth, to feel the press of a cock inside of him, to take and take until there's absolutely nothing left. The desperation that he feels is almost overwhelming, and he has to force himself to breathe through it and tilt his head up, eyes dark. ]
Mm, yeah.
[ The pinch makes Yuji's body twitch, and it feels a little... Different. New. He shifts a little, wiggling, cock still hard between his legs, and then he licks his lips. It feels like... If Fushiguro does a little more... ]
Keep going. I feel - something - please?
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Use your words. Tell me how it feels. [ With a squeeze of the other boy's nipple, he releases it in favour of grabbing Yuji's wrist, holding it against the bed as Megumi leans down over him. He can feel the other boy against his skin, firm muscles of his stomach tensing with each thrust, and the heat of him is like a furnace against Megumi's skin. Warm and comfortable to press up against, and so hot his own temperature is rising, his slick and hard cock aching against the bedsheets but ignored for now.
Finally, he takes that one nipple in his mouth, licking and sucking relentlessly, playing with it between his teeth. It feels like something is about to happen, and he doesn't know why his instincts told him to latch on like this as if that will help things along. ]
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[ It's too hot, too heated for him to really place, his body almost pulsing with it. He's starting to realise there might be something more wrong than a simple flush of an illness or some residual curse, and he's glad that Megumi is here to help him through it. Licking his lips, he tilts his head back, waiting to see if he can find the right words for the sensation, the right thing to help him to understand, but...
Megumi sucks, teeth scraping over his nipple, and Yuji groans. That's where the feeling is focused, centred, and he twitches a little, cock desperately hard as he rocks down on the fingers inside him. When he speaks, it's pained, as if he's desperate for something he can't name, and he swallows. ] It's like I'm going to burst, Megumi...
[ It's then that his body finally decides to give.
Where Megumi is sucking, the nipple almost pops, and liquid comes out, right into Megumi's mouth, and Yuji is moaning loudly, hips shifting and rocking as his hand drops to grip at Megumi's hair. ]
Fuck...
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Then, he feels it, that hint of wetness, a sweet syrup against his tongue. Megumi's so shocked he pulls away for a second, worried he might have gone too far and caused the nub to bleed, but blood doesn't taste half as good as that did. Staring at the other boy, his lips are slightly agape, stained with beads of white nectar. He's taken aback, unsure of what to say. ]
You're leaking milk ... [ Without much thought he gives that nipple a pinch, watching curiously as the milk squirts out and not minding at all that it gets on his face and chin. Megumi licks at his lips, savoring the taste with interest. The look on his face is one of bewilderment, intrigue and some revere. ]
It tastes sweet.
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[ Yuji leans back, flushed and embarrassed. He doesn't try to pull away, because the pressure on his nipple feels good - it's a sweet kind of relief after feeling as if he was going to pop somehow, and he groans a little as his hand raises to cover his eyes and mouth. It's an intense feeling, being watched while something as embarrassing as this happens, and he whimpers a little as he tries to keep himself calm and settled.
It feels weird. Intense. It feels like a little bit too much, but - he can handle it. It feels better when Meg touches him, with the way milk is leaking from him now, and his back arches, shoving himself forwards towards Megumi. ]
Don't do it like that, it's embarrassing... C'mon.
[ Shaking his head, Yuji breathes out. ]
I want you to drink it. Please, Megumi, I'm so hot...
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Staring at the other boy in his heated and wanton state, leaking shamefully from his tits and begging Megumi to drink, the twisted part of him can't help but find the circumstances ... not bad at all. ] You complain, then start begging me right away.
[ It's slightly amusing, and maybe he's mean to point it out, but he's been known to push the other boy's buttons from time to time. Almost like he's punctuating himself, he gives that nipple another hard pinch, letting that milk gush out and drip over Yuji's chest. Megumi then licks his fingers, appraising the taste once again. It really is sweet. ] The other one's pent up too. I'm going to open it up.
[ That's all the warning the other boy will get before Megumi leans down to ravish his other nipple, licking and teasing the tip until he can feel it harden, latching on and sucking to draw that milk out. His fingers don't relent, thrusting into the other boy once again and scissoring him open each time. ]
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Fingers are curling and pushing him, bullying him a little, and Yuji loves it. He likes when Megumi teases him a little bit, makes him work for it, embarrassing him along the same route, and he shivers a little as his head tilts back, a moan slipping from his mouth before he can stop himself. It's too good, and he wants to give more, to let Megumi suckle at him until there's nothing left.
He doesn't know why it feels so good when it should be so mortifying.
Hips jerking a little, he rocks down into the fingers as one arm wraps around Megumi, stroking through his hair gently, soft and careful even when he is being completely overwhelmed by hand and mouth. ]
Megumi... Megumi, it feels amazing... Your mouth is perfect.