hiiiii Deeee may I squirt some lube on your brain and suggest Kafka Hibino + finger sucking? π
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kafka stares up at you, words dying a spectacular death somewhere in the back of his throat as his jaw silently works around what's left of his absent thoughts. he wonders if maybe, just maybe, he hit his head a little too hard during training earlier.
something wet hits his cheek, and his dick throbs where it's currently trapped beneath the steady pressure of your abdomen rocking against his own.
you moan, the sound muffled by the two thick fingers currently trapped between your lips, and kafka thinks he could live with the fact that cumming in his pants would really be one of the least embarrassing things he's done lately, all things considered.
he feels a hot, wet trail of sticky spit work its way down the middle digit, sliding down past his wrist, and he swallows hard, nearly biting his tongue in the process. because if his fingers weren't otherwise occupied borderline fucking your mouth, he thinks he'd probably find his own mouth panting against the sloppy mess you've left in his palm.
(it's the way you grasp his forearm when his fingers nearly slip from your mouth that does him in. the desperate, needy look in your eyes when you take his fingers to the last knuckle and whine as you suck on them, frantically rocking against him as you chase your orgasm. and shove him over the edge of his.)
