I was getting a couple horrified comments on the last chapter, so I hope this clarifies something: Mikado did not go in dry.
Carry on~
"Kida, relax."
"Mm," he responded, but tried to calm himself down as Mikado pulled out a few inches and buried himself even deeper.
The friction for both was incredible.
Kida moaned louder than ever, practically begging in unintelligible sounds that broke free from his throat save for the occasional mumbled "shit" as he hissed at the pain of his arms rubbing against the hardwood floor. He tried to keep himself together but was slowly crumbling under Mikado, defenses broken and vulnerably laid out for his friend. His head fell to one side, his cheek resting on his shoulder, as he panted and stole a glance at Mikado, who caught his wanton gaze. His hair spilled around his eyes and clung to his face; the image screamed take me.
The blond fought against his own pride, which got in his way of demanding more. He grit his teeth in frustration as Mikado's thrusts flirted teasingly with Kida's sweet spot, just barely touching but never fully making contact. He almost wanted to tell Mikado something like "you're kind of bad at this" in the hopes that he would thrust harder, but he had a hard time constructing a proper sentence. His mind was completely scrambled, he could barely think. Mikado bucked in deep, brushing Kida's prostate, and the blond decided to angle his hips experimentally.
His eyes rolled back into his head as they closed, vision faltering. "Oh! There...!"
Mikado also could barely hold his own against Kida's heat. It consumed him until the only thing he lived for was thirsting for more and more, feeling that each thrust only left him more starved than the last. He groaned in unison with Kida's moaning, hoping that Kida's pleasure was muffling his ears too – it was embarrassing, being the one to go down on him only to loose himself in the process. He attempted to hold in noise, but gasped for breath and hung his head, shuddering and pressing his fingertips harder into Kida's thighs.
Mikado noticed that Kida kept looking at him whenever he wasn't throwing his head back in what he assumed was pleasure. Their eyes locked again, but Kida's immediately darted away. And Mikado couldn't – no, wouldn't – have that.
He wrapped his arms around Kida's lithe body, leaving kisses along his neck and torso and listening to his quickened heartbeat. It took him a while, but Mikado finally found the knot's beginning and end and undid the tie around Kida's wrists. He then eased his arms out from under him, taking care to make sure they didn't hurt or cramp up from being released.
Kida stared, dumbfounded, up at Mikado, who wiped away the budding tears in his eyes and lightly kissed his forehead, letting his lips linger as he whispered.
"Better?"
Mikado's varying characterization is for a reason! Sorry if it's confusing!
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