[his face is flushed, and goes darker when me meets Guy's eyes, quickly averting his eyes. He slumps over him, letting his hair cover his face as his hands knead at Guy's shoulders with a hint of nail]
[ Pressing light kisses to Guy's back, which is a pretty sharp contrast to the two fingers he's now pushing into him, slwoly at first then building in speed and intensity. ]
[Guy moans and rocks back on Chariot's fingers, then goes all the way back down on Strike again, moving up and down with the same eager speed Chariot is thrusting into him and building up]
[can't really tell if he's escaping or just moving with it so continues to messily blow Strike. And lets out muffled, pulsed sounds as Chariot thrusts his fingers into him]
[yelps, bucking hard into Guy's mouth but trying to drag him off at the same time, too breathless to warn him of the orgasm that racks through him, making him squeeze Zack;s fingers]
Hn--! [swallows thickly once, and then lets him go with a wet noise, squeezing his eyes shut as he sputters and pants for breath. Looks up at Strike swollen-lipped with a half-mess on his face]
[chuckling against Yuri's shoulder, slowing down the thrusts of his fingers while he focuses more on leaving a hickey on the back of his shoulder as he calms down]
[ Holding himself still for a moment, panting against Guy's neck for a moment then shifting his hips up against Guy's and back, settling into an easy rhythm. ]
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Aah-- hhah...
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[so flushed as he slides a hand against Guy's cheek, wiping some the mess off his face]
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How am I supposed to look when you look like that...
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Just don't.
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I think it'll be much better if you keep watching.
[ Especially while Chariot starts pressing himself into Guy. ]
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[whhhines and arches his throat as he pushes slowly down, until Chariot's completely buried]
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What's wrong with watching anyway?
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[says that, put still pushes into his hand, pressing against his open palm]
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