((IC: Nope's Peak— Day 3, Making Out With Sudoh))

[motorcycle_noises]

[ Tatsuya couldn't quite stop touching Sudoh the entire time they were heading for the dormitory— mostly just holding his hand, because he remembered his sense of decency somewhere along the way.

Well, sort of. The moment his door closes behind him, Tatsuya leans in and starts kissing Sudoh again. ]

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[dismemberthename]

I want you. I want you to keep touching me, and I want to keep touching you.

[nuzzles him]

Do you have a limit?

[motorcycle_noises]

[ Tatsuya shakes his head slowly. ]

I just want... I want to feel good, I want you to feel good.

[ I want to stop feeling lonely for five minutes. ]

[dismemberthename]

Okay.

[softly, nuzzling him more]

D'you have a condom?

[motorcycle_noises]

[ He nuzzles Sudoh back. ]

I kept the one that they gave us before.

[ He didn't think he'd actually need it, though. ]

[dismemberthename]

Better safe than sorry.

[presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth, then steps back.

and... looks at him, really looks at him, all debauched with is jacket open. and visibly appreciates what he sees.]

[motorcycle_noises]

[ The condom is in his drawer by his bed, but Tatsuya doesn't think he can walk that far away from Sudoh right now— especially not with the way he's looking at Tatsuya, a look that somehow makes him feel hot and shivery all at once. He lets his jacket slide off of him to the ground— Sudoh might notice a nasty scar on the right side of Tatsuya's back if he looks, old but definitely bad. But then, Sudoh's certainly got his own scars.

And then Tatsuya's touching Sudoh again, fingers brushing against nipples and his teeth gently nibbling at Sudoh's earlobe. Touching, experimenting— testing Sudoh's reactions. ]

[dismemberthename]

Suou...

[softly, not chiding him, and in fact arching to press into his touches a little more firmly, a breathy sigh escaping him.]

[motorcycle_noises]

[ Tatsuya moves from Sudoh's earlobe, pressing several kisses along his jawline before his lips meet with Sudoh's again. All the while, he continues toying with Sudoh's nipples, enjoying that breathy reaction. His hips rock subtly towards Sudoh, wanting to relieve the aching pressure between his legs, but he doesn't want to stop what he's doing. ]

[dismemberthename]

[Sudoh settles his hands on Tatsuya's hips, tugging him a little closer and sliding a thigh between his, giving him something to grind against, kissing him warmly.]

[motorcycle_noises]

[ Oh fuck, having something to grind against feels amazing and Tatsuya lets out a gasp against Sudoh's mouth. He's only disoriented by the pleasure for a moment though before he's back to kissing Sudoh with a fervor, grinding against him in rhythm with the motions against Sudoh's nipples. ]

[dismemberthename]

[oh, he likes that reaction, pressing his thigh harsher against the bulge in Tatsuya's pants, hands skating back to grip his ass firmly.]

[motorcycle_noises]

Oh f—

[ Tatsuya barely manages to bite back the swear as Sudoh presses his thigh into him. The kiss that follows right after very much assures that it's not a bad thing though, need and arousal driving him as one of his hands starts dipping down lower, rubbing at the point between Sudoh's legs through the pants he's wearing. ]

[dismemberthename]

[Sudoh is wet enough that Tatsuya can feel moisture there, even through his pants. A situation that's aided by Sudoh not actually wearing any kind of underwear. But he groans into the kiss, kneading at Tatsuya's butt encouragingly.]

[motorcycle_noises]

[ Oh. That's— that's because of him, Sudoh is wet and- and possibly not wearing any underwear, which Tatsuya suddenly has a burning desire to find out. But despite his desperate desire to lose himself in Sudoh, he also doesn't want to rush any of this. So he holds off on that for now, instead slowly moving his hand back and forth against Sudoh's pants.

Deliriously, he thinks he might want to grab that condom soon. ]

[dismemberthename]

[Sudoh rolls his hips shallowly against Tatsuya's fingers, making pleased little sounds. The motion in turn shifts his thigh against Tatsuya's erection, as Sudoh slips his fingertips under the waistband to Tatsuya's pants, aching to touch.]

[motorcycle_noises]

[ Sensing what Sudoh's going for makes Tatsuya's breath hitch again. ]

Please.

[ The word is rough, raw, yearning. And even as it escapes his lips, he keeps his motions against Sudoh, chasing after those pleased little sounds as he finds a rhythm to work with. ]

[dismemberthename]

[fuuuck. this is so good and it's only escalating, and...

Sudoh withdraws his fingers, hooks them in Tatsuya's beltloops instead, and murmurs against his mouth.]

Bed-?

[motorcycle_noises]

Bed.

[ The word comes out softly but firmly, and then Tatsuya resumes kissing Sudoh even as he starts walking towards the bed. ]

[dismemberthename]

[Sudoh backs up easily, trusting Tatsuya to guide them as they kiss.]

[motorcycle_noises]

[ Though the walk to the bed seems to take an eternity to Tatsuya's horomone-addled mind, it doesn't actually take that long at all, and as he guides Sudoh against the bed, he opens up the dresser drawer. He stops kissing Sudoh only long enough to grab that condom and then Tatsuya's on top of Sudoh, leaving a slow trail of kisses along his neck. ]

[dismemberthename]

[Sudoh sits on the bed in the moment Tatsuya is grabbing the condom, and leans back to give him plenty of room, arching his back to present Tatsuya with full access to whatever parts of Sudoh he wants to kiss.] Suou...

[motorcycle_noises]

Sudoh....

[ Tatsuya breathes the name against Sudoh's neck, soft and like a prayer. ]

I want... you....

[ And also to get both of their pants off, though he's starting with Sudoh's. ]

[dismemberthename]

Need you...

[Sudoh's pants are easy at least. Once the tie is undone, they're loose enough to just sort of slide off in voluminous layers of cloth. And that confirms Tatsuya's suspicions about underwear, too.]

[motorcycle_noises]

[ Tatsuya takes a quick moment to thank whatever deities that exist— not looking at you, Philemon or Nyarlathotep— that Sudoh's pants were at least easier than his sarashi had been. And the confirmation of Sudoh's lack of underwear leaves Tatsuya momentarily breathless with appreciation. Then he's slipping his own pants off, freeing an aching erection. He fumbles briefly with the condom, slipping it on before he returns to Sudoh.

He hovers over Sudoh for a moment, pressing kisses against his jaw before he enters Sudoh as smoothly as he's able to. The rush of pleasure is so intense that he can't even move at first, just stares at Sudoh in awe and wonder. ]

[dismemberthename]

[Sudoh moans low and rough when Tatsuya slides in, hooks a leg behind him as if to keep him there, seated deep within him. Then he's scrabbling to pull Tatsuya closer, to tug him down atop him, entirely needy for more contact.]