Rating: M


"S-Suguro," he whined, thighs trembling where his partner's lips trailed. "Hurry up."

Rin felt a snort against his calf. "It's called patience, Okumura."

"It's called impatience, so hurry up!" he kicked his leg up but a warm hand gripped onto the underside of his knee and lips grazed his ankle, then his foot. A whimper escaped before he could judge whether or not the noise was correct to make and flushed at the laugh that puffed at his inner thigh.

"Didn't know that'd get a rise outta ya."

"Shut up," he mumbled, fingers playing with the soft strands of his partner's hair as Suguro moved upward. "I didn't expect it." That seemed to be the keyword for his length was unexpectedly enveloped by warmth—and he squeaked, hips jolting at a hard suck. "T-that's not faaair...!"

He didn't have to look to know that Suguro's eyes were darkening with lust, focused on the moist heat instead while biting back gasps and stifling moans.