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[kiss prompt] shindrift - outer thigh (NSFW)
The last of Drifter’s control snaps clean in half when Shin swallows down his cock without leaving a drop behind to be cleaned up after. Drifter grips Shin’s thighs hard enough to bruise, and his tongue momentarily forgets how to function, working around Shin’s entrance. It’s insanely hot, in every sense of the word, and Drifter thinks he might choke from it.
Lucky for him, Shin doesn’t seem to mind Drifter drooling and making a mess between his asscheeks — he only pushes himself back into Drifter’s face with a strangled moan that would’ve made Drifter bust one out if he hadn’t already.
The pleasure high makes it kinda hard to wrangle even two brain cells together, but Drifter manages to put forth the heroic effort of taking Shin’s dripping cock in his hand, giving it a few merciless pulls, and finish Shin off. Shin’s string of curses are loud and echoing as he spills over Drifter’s already wet chest.
For a moment, they just catch their breath.
Then, victoriously, Drifter says, “Nice.”
He doesn’t have to see Shin’s face to know Shin’s pulling a pained expression at that. The way his head slumps from his shoulders is telling enough, though other than that, Shin hasn’t moved much after getting smacked over the head by his orgasm.
Speaking of getting smacked — Drifter slaps the meat of Shin’s thigh to get him to move before he collapses on top of him. For a second, he feels Shin’s overworked muscles, still trembling and slick with sweat. For once, Drifter’s hand burns on its own, hot hot hot—
Shin sucks in a breath from the sting and lets it out with a grunt. He tumbles gracelessly to the side, narrowly missing Drifter anyway. He reaches down to rub at the reddened hand-shaped print on his thigh.
“Ow,” Shin says, belatedly.
Drifter snorts. And it must’ve been the post-orgasm making him goofy as fuck, but the only easiest thing he can think of is to turn his head and kiss it better.
Lucky for him, Shin doesn’t seem to mind Drifter drooling and making a mess between his asscheeks — he only pushes himself back into Drifter’s face with a strangled moan that would’ve made Drifter bust one out if he hadn’t already.
The pleasure high makes it kinda hard to wrangle even two brain cells together, but Drifter manages to put forth the heroic effort of taking Shin’s dripping cock in his hand, giving it a few merciless pulls, and finish Shin off. Shin’s string of curses are loud and echoing as he spills over Drifter’s already wet chest.
For a moment, they just catch their breath.
Then, victoriously, Drifter says, “Nice.”
He doesn’t have to see Shin’s face to know Shin’s pulling a pained expression at that. The way his head slumps from his shoulders is telling enough, though other than that, Shin hasn’t moved much after getting smacked over the head by his orgasm.
Speaking of getting smacked — Drifter slaps the meat of Shin’s thigh to get him to move before he collapses on top of him. For a second, he feels Shin’s overworked muscles, still trembling and slick with sweat. For once, Drifter’s hand burns on its own, hot hot hot—
Shin sucks in a breath from the sting and lets it out with a grunt. He tumbles gracelessly to the side, narrowly missing Drifter anyway. He reaches down to rub at the reddened hand-shaped print on his thigh.
“Ow,” Shin says, belatedly.
Drifter snorts. And it must’ve been the post-orgasm making him goofy as fuck, but the only easiest thing he can think of is to turn his head and kiss it better.