[. . . leans down, kissing down Ruka's chest, kneeling between his legs and pressing his face to Ruka's thigh, glancing up at him with his mouth to his skin]
[. . . his eyes go heavy-lidded, lips moving against his skin, and—bites, tongue pressing against him, not enough to be very painful but certainly enough to sting, to leave a mark, to get the point across]
[arches a little, putting an elbow down so he can sit up to see Shinji better, taking a deep breath and... working through the question, rambling distractedly...]
Um-- that... I like when you're a little rough. I like, ah, hearing you, and seeing when you're excited or-- turned on or teasing me-- I like being told what to do. I like when I can tell you're doing something because you like it, and that you can see it's turning me on too-- um--
[stares back at him for a long moment, breath hitching, worrying at his lower lip with his teeth—Ruka can probably hear and feel how quickly he's breathing, the hammering of his heart]
[he rubs his hand over his own face, sucking in a loud gasp, then sits back, crawling up next to Ruka]
[makes another noise around him when Shinji jerks up and at the feeling of his nails, pulling back a little before bobbing back down, eyes closed and just... totally focused on Shinji's reactions and his hands and making him feel good]
[it's almost a whine, but definitely enough of a moan to not register as a complaint, opening his lips some to pant heavily around Shinji's cock as he moves his gaze upward to meet Shinji's eyes]
[makes a strangled, high noise, practically jolting. things he has learned: he likes it. he likes to meet Ruka's gaze while Ruka is panting around his cock. he likes it so fucking much]
[groans again, t...totally into this and into Shinji being into this, taking his cock in one hand so he can lick slowly up to the tip as he pulls off, lapping at the head while looking into Shinji's eyes]
[takes a moment to take in a few harsh breaths before he moves back down, eyes fluttering briefly closed as Shinji's cock slide past his lips before he remembers to open them again, gaze a little unfocused as he licks and swallows around him]
[questioning, bobbing his head to take him deeper and working his tongue against him, eyes a little more focused on Shinji's as he waits for a response]
[oh-- squeezes Shinji's hip lightly, understanding]
[and dips down further, moaning loudly around him as he swallows him as deeply as he can, lips stretched and cheeks hollowed and flushed, watching Shinji helplessly as he pulls back up with a drag of wet pressure and another low, rough groan]
[lets out a loud cry, gaze darting to the side very briefly like he just can't keep it up—it's too much—but he forces himself to look again, mouth half-open]
[takes another break with a desperate whine, panting around him, gaze totally overwhelmed, before bobbing back down just as desperately, mouth and tongue moving fast and wet over his cock, messy]
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[What do you like?]
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[Shinji probably does not have to be a telepath to know how blank Ruka's mind just went at the sight and feeling of Shinji's mouth on his thigh, um]
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[arches a little, putting an elbow down so he can sit up to see Shinji better, taking a deep breath and... working through the question, rambling distractedly...]
Um-- that... I like when you're a little rough. I like, ah, hearing you, and seeing when you're excited or-- turned on or teasing me-- I like being told what to do. I like when I can tell you're doing something because you like it, and that you can see it's turning me on too-- um--
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Rough and . . . with me in control . . .? Telling you what to do . . .?
[sounding super unsure]
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Yeah-- um, but-- my favorite thing is just-- s-seeing you feel good, seeing-- when you're amazed by how good you feel, so-- whatever you want--
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[stares back at him for a long moment, breath hitching, worrying at his lower lip with his teeth—Ruka can probably hear and feel how quickly he's breathing, the hammering of his heart]
[he rubs his hand over his own face, sucking in a loud gasp, then sits back, crawling up next to Ruka]
. . . suck me off, then.
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[it's... an acknowledging noise, but also kind of a moan, reaching to grab Shinji's hips and kiss over his stomach, swallowing hard]
That's what you want...?
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[it takes a moment for him to find his voice after that]
It's—[there's a soft gasp] what I want.
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[moans and swallows him down, not taking his time at all, just quickly taking him in as far as he can]
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Nnnhah—more—
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I want—you to watch me again.
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[it's almost a whine, but definitely enough of a moan to not register as a complaint, opening his lips some to pant heavily around Shinji's cock as he moves his gaze upward to meet Shinji's eyes]
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[makes a strangled, high noise, practically jolting. things he has learned: he likes it. he likes to meet Ruka's gaze while Ruka is panting around his cock. he likes it so fucking much]
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O-oh—god. Yes—yes, a-ah, Ru . . . Ruka . . .
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Oh. I want—to watch you really . . . enjoy . . .
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[questioning, bobbing his head to take him deeper and working his tongue against him, eyes a little more focused on Shinji's as he waits for a response]
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[I like seeing you turned on. Needy. Messy. Indulgent.]
I-it's dirty—I'm—
[Making a show—]
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[and dips down further, moaning loudly around him as he swallows him as deeply as he can, lips stretched and cheeks hollowed and flushed, watching Shinji helplessly as he pulls back up with a drag of wet pressure and another low, rough groan]
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[takes another break with a desperate whine, panting around him, gaze totally overwhelmed, before bobbing back down just as desperately, mouth and tongue moving fast and wet over his cock, messy]
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[his voice breaks, but his thought finishes—touch yourself like this.]
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