[ fingers uncurl from around tobio's shirt so he can wrap both arms around the other's neck, making it very apparent he's not going anywhere anytime soon. one hand travels up to the nape of tobio's neck before tangling into his soft raven hair. he's practically clinging onto tobio, acting like a second skin. actually, skin wouldn't be a bad idea right about now...
he whimpers softly as his mouth is devoured and his legs are spread, but he doesn't give it a second thought as he wraps them around tobio's waist. space seems completely unnecessary between the right now as his legs tighten around the other. he doesn't even care that in this new position the erection in his sweatpants is impossible to miss, wants it noticed even.
he uses his free hand that isn't tugging softly at tobio's hair to trail down the other's chest until he reaches the hem of his shirt. he slips his wandering hand underneath, needy for the feel of heated flesh against his own. he pulls his lips away, tugging tobio's shirt upwards. ]
[ It's exhilarating as it is amusing to have Kenma clinging onto him in every possible way: from their lips, to the thin arms around Tobio's neck, fingers tangled in his hair, and legs wrapped around his waist. It was Kenma who had asked Tobio if they could take it slow, and yet, he seems to be just as touch starved as Tobio is for him.
Despite their clothes being in the way, it's easy to pick up on the erection pressing close against his own. It inspires Tobio to shift his hips forward, aligning them together and causing him to groan softly against Kenma's lips.
Moving quick to obey the demand, Tobio leans back and pulls his shirt over his head, revealing his chest built with muscles from volleyball training. Before resuming their kisses, Tobio helps Kenma with his jacket, tossing it to the foot of the bed. As soon as their lips reconnect, Tobio's hand slips under Kenma's shirt, skating up smooth, heated skin. ]
[ kenma had gone into this with every intention of taking it slow, but with tobio right in front of him, kissing him in a way that can only be described as phenomenal, all pretense of that has well and truly flown out of the window. he's nervous, naturally, yet it's more of an excited feeling than it is anything uncomfortable. surprising, but he's grateful.
tobio moves his hips against kenma's, and kenma lets out a full on moan he wasn't even aware he was capable of making. as tobio pulls away to rid himself of his shirt ( like a good boy ), he takes a moment to catch his breath, golden eyes roaming the revealed expanses of toned flesh. he's a bit envious, feeling rather... squishy in comparison, but tobio doesn't seem to mind.
his own jacket is off and forgotten somewhere on the bed, or the floor, he's not sure and it doesn't even matter because tobio is kissing him again. hands are roaming up his body and he basks in the feeling as his own hands move to explore the planes of tobio's back. he just can't get enough of touching him and his hands eventually end up gripping at tobio's ass, urging him downward and into him. that thing he'd done earlier had been nice and kenma wouldn't mind more of that. ]
[ As someone who only works out for the sake of becoming stronger, faster and better for a certain sport, Tobio doesn't really care much for his own or anyone else's appearance in general. However, Tobio does know how to appreciate what's before him. Kenma may be soft and squishy in comparison to Tobio's solid frame, but the contrast of it is kind of... nice. Hot, even. When they had made out that one fateful night, Tobio had been too distracted by Kenma's lips to recall the press of Kenma's body against his own, so getting to do something like this feels like he's able to make up for it.
His back muscles ripple under the warm touch of Kenma's hands, and when those same hands squeeze down his ass, encouraging Tobio to rub his hips down against Kenma's, Tobio's more than happy to oblige. Against Kenma's lips, Tobio groans quietly from the pleasurable friction between their hips, sparking more heat in his cock and consuming him with desire. His hands under Kenma's shirt are freely touching and squeezing at random areas, his chest, his nipples, his soft sides — until finally, Tobio can't take it anymore and he pulls up Kenma's shirt by the hem, breaking their kiss for a second. ]
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he whimpers softly as his mouth is devoured and his legs are spread, but he doesn't give it a second thought as he wraps them around tobio's waist. space seems completely unnecessary between the right now as his legs tighten around the other. he doesn't even care that in this new position the erection in his sweatpants is impossible to miss, wants it noticed even.
he uses his free hand that isn't tugging softly at tobio's hair to trail down the other's chest until he reaches the hem of his shirt. he slips his wandering hand underneath, needy for the feel of heated flesh against his own. he pulls his lips away, tugging tobio's shirt upwards. ]
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Despite their clothes being in the way, it's easy to pick up on the erection pressing close against his own. It inspires Tobio to shift his hips forward, aligning them together and causing him to groan softly against Kenma's lips.
Moving quick to obey the demand, Tobio leans back and pulls his shirt over his head, revealing his chest built with muscles from volleyball training. Before resuming their kisses, Tobio helps Kenma with his jacket, tossing it to the foot of the bed. As soon as their lips reconnect, Tobio's hand slips under Kenma's shirt, skating up smooth, heated skin. ]
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tobio moves his hips against kenma's, and kenma lets out a full on moan he wasn't even aware he was capable of making. as tobio pulls away to rid himself of his shirt ( like a good boy ), he takes a moment to catch his breath, golden eyes roaming the revealed expanses of toned flesh. he's a bit envious, feeling rather... squishy in comparison, but tobio doesn't seem to mind.
his own jacket is off and forgotten somewhere on the bed, or the floor, he's not sure and it doesn't even matter because tobio is kissing him again. hands are roaming up his body and he basks in the feeling as his own hands move to explore the planes of tobio's back. he just can't get enough of touching him and his hands eventually end up gripping at tobio's ass, urging him downward and into him. that thing he'd done earlier had been nice and kenma wouldn't mind more of that. ]
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His back muscles ripple under the warm touch of Kenma's hands, and when those same hands squeeze down his ass, encouraging Tobio to rub his hips down against Kenma's, Tobio's more than happy to oblige. Against Kenma's lips, Tobio groans quietly from the pleasurable friction between their hips, sparking more heat in his cock and consuming him with desire. His hands under Kenma's shirt are freely touching and squeezing at random areas, his chest, his nipples, his soft sides — until finally, Tobio can't take it anymore and he pulls up Kenma's shirt by the hem, breaking their kiss for a second. ]