eatsthecanary | continuations

[ that's nice

his pupils are blown and wide at that reaction and he bucks up at the same time he's holding him, like he's trying to fuck into his throat ]

[ gags again, a little dramatic but he is choking a little. whisky’s dick is not as he expected which, really, what was he expecting and he presses his tongue against the shaft while he properly sucks this time, bobbing his head to the rhythm of Whisky’s movements ]

[ what WAS he expecting

that's better, now that that's actually a satisfying pace, and he's steadily fucking his mouth, the choking only really seeming to add to his arousal. he's watching him half-liddd, mouth lightly parted with low, hot huffs of breath. ]

[ his hands move, finding — well, one fdigs into the ground and the other fumbles around until he finds Ogata’s hip by touch and he grips, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise. he looks up at Ogata through his bangs and then sucks hard enough to hollow his cheeks, meeting Ogata’s gaze]

[ he grunts but doesn't seem to mind the bruising, terribly much -- and it hurts his neck to keep it angled and get a proper look at him so he pushes himself up some on his elbow, legs spread wide to brace himself as he watches Haruto suck his cock, his thrusts up already getting a bit more erratic, nails raking against his scalp again ]

[ he needs to breathe and also to spit. he feels the undeniable urge to spit but instead he stays down, sucking and pushing with his tongue, pulling almost all the way off and then going back down again aggressively. drooling isn’t attractive, he also thinks, as more saliva just pours out of his mouth down Whisky;s dick ]

[ Whisky thinks that is attractive tbh. Haruto's discomfort, the messiness of this all just really adds to his arousal and ---- it's only a few more sharp bucks up before he comes, abrupt, letting out a low harsh gasp and trying to force Haruto's head to stay down as he finishes into his mouth and throat ]

[ for the first time his honest discomfort shows and Haruto’s hands both move then, going to grasp for Whisky’s wrists, try to pull them away from his head as he’s shoved down. the choking and gaggin is also honest, his wheezing breaths inhaling more spit and come than he would prefer, coughing, drooling and choking as Whisky comes in his mouth ]

[ Whisky's mouth is parted and his eyes are wide and interested -- cat ears alert, as he watches Haruto choke and struggle around his cock, his grip determinedly remaining on him even with the attempts to pull his hands away. he's breathing harder, more into this than before, seeing what he assumes is something genuine. ]

[ his head is bowed which relieves him a bit because he can feel his expression isn’t what he wants it to be. He moves to get his knees in a better position to leverage up and back, each gaggin choke making his whole upper body rock ]

[ he finally lets him go then, smile spreading wide and shit-eating as he pushes himself up to sit, grabs for Haruto's face to try and stop him from pulling away too far ]

[ meets Whisky's eyes briefly, his face is red and flushed and there's come and spit dribbling out of his mouth. he's still trying to breathe properly, but a hand flies up immediately to cover his mouth. not quite glaring but certainly most of the flippancy from before is gone. ]