[He can't help it. He's a useless flirt every once in a while, and it suits him better than the misery he cloaks with it. Better to let go, and take things as they come at him.
Azuma revels in the attention, making a delighted, pitched sort of sound at the biting. It's good, he's cold and hot at once, being touched like this for the first time in a decent while.
It doesn't have to be perfect; imperfect is better. Rough and unconcerned but attentive seems to be the combination that's going to send Azuma over the edge as he throbs in John's hand, as he gasps at the last minute grip to his hair.
Tears form at the corners of his eyes at the tug, and he cries out on the tail end, eyes wrenching open because he won't deny that request. It's enough. It pushes him past the last bit of resistance and he chokes out another sound, surprised, aroused, overwhelmed, as he comes. His whole body quivers in the wake of the orgasm, hips jerking forward, fingers looking for something to hold on to and finally finding John's shirt.
As he coasts down, he clings, face buried against the other man's chest like they haven't just met, fingers clutching his sleeves. He heaves a few sighs, shuddering and ultimately amused, until a little giggle punctuates one, and he feels the tension begin to ebb away.]
Well. Pardon you.
[Teasing, breathless. He's as content as he possibly could be right now.]
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Azuma revels in the attention, making a delighted, pitched sort of sound at the biting. It's good, he's cold and hot at once, being touched like this for the first time in a decent while.
It doesn't have to be perfect; imperfect is better. Rough and unconcerned but attentive seems to be the combination that's going to send Azuma over the edge as he throbs in John's hand, as he gasps at the last minute grip to his hair.
Tears form at the corners of his eyes at the tug, and he cries out on the tail end, eyes wrenching open because he won't deny that request. It's enough. It pushes him past the last bit of resistance and he chokes out another sound, surprised, aroused, overwhelmed, as he comes. His whole body quivers in the wake of the orgasm, hips jerking forward, fingers looking for something to hold on to and finally finding John's shirt.
As he coasts down, he clings, face buried against the other man's chest like they haven't just met, fingers clutching his sleeves. He heaves a few sighs, shuddering and ultimately amused, until a little giggle punctuates one, and he feels the tension begin to ebb away.]
Well. Pardon you.
[Teasing, breathless. He's as content as he possibly could be right now.]