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"Um... Maki-chan?"
"What?"
"What are you doing?"
"What does it look like I'm doing?"
"It looks like you're about to start fingering me- Hey! Ah!... I-I thought I made it pretty clear... what I wanted t-tonight... Uhn!"
Makishima shrugged as best he could while flat on his back with two of his fingers shoved knuckles-deep inside his boyfriend. It was true that Toudou had indeed acted like he wanted to take the lead that evening, his sultry looks and purposefully lingering touches speaking volumes as to the young man's mood. No sooner had they closed the bedroom door than the beautiful climber had pushed his rival back onto the mattress and straddled him. As Toudou made quick work of their clothes, Makishima found himself itching to touch; to make Toudou whimper in pleasure and whine with need as soon as possible. Truth be told, Makishima wasn't entirely certain what it was exactly that set him off and made him change the flow of the evening, despite Toudou's obvious enthusiasm. Actually, that might have been it. There was nothing quite as fun as taking Toudou by surprise right when the other man thought he had the upper hand.
Makishima's fingers were slick from the tube of lube left so carelessly-on-purpose on the bedspread, yet another indicator that Toudou had probably been planning to top that evening. Wasn't his fault that leaving the lube within reach meant that it was also in reach of Makishima's grasp. Pulling out slightly, Makishima rubbed his fingers over the crack of Toudou's ass, massaging the lubricant over the pucker and making the other man's voice higher and higher with each groan. Without warning, Makishima's fingers breached the opening once again. Gasping a strangled yelp, Toudou's arms gave out.
Pleased at the reactions he was getting, Makishima hummed. It was even better now that Toudou was easier to reach. "Guess you should have been more specific," he teased, stretching his arm a little further, angling for a better position to reach Toudou's prostate. In the mean time, the taller boy nuzzled into Toudou's neck. Toudou's panting breaths were loud in Makishima's ear, every sibilant hiss and choked off attempt at his name magnified by proximity. Makishima shifted slightly, a little too worked up for his own good. Fuck if Toudou wasn't incredibly sexy when he acted this needy. Makishima's cock twitched, eager for some kind of relief, preferable the kind he'd get buried inside the man moaning on top of him.
"Not... fair... Maki-chan. Y-you didn't even give me a chance to... to, Unh! Right there!" Toudou bucked back into Makishima's hand.
"Shit, Jinpachi..."