[There's a half uttered "Whoa" before Maxima went in for that messy kiss. It took Lighter by surprise and for a split second he wasn't sure how to respond. But some things you never forget how to do and he reciprocated the kiss, matching that hunger, slipping his tongue into the other man's mouth and groping that ass like he's wanted to do all night.
He let himself be pushed back against the wall without thinking, a deep huff of a laugh standing in for a short breath. When Maxima pulled back, Lighter was very flushed and floored but he still managed a smirk.]
Holy shit... eager, huh?
[He's egging Maxima on. To keep doing that and not holding back. Punctuating that encouragement by tugging the other man's trousers down.]
We ought to fix that problem. Help me out a bit, yeah? And... don't hold back on my account. [An echo to earlier in the night. May as well say it outright if they're gonna go right to this.]
[That echo gets him a warm grin, visibly a little relieved that he's not off-putting and the desire is mutual.]
I did warn you that it's been some years.
[But he's done with holding back now, leaning in for another kiss as he reaches for the buttons on Lighter's shirt, and that enhanced spatial sense must be good for something because even without being able to see they barely slow him down, nimble fingertips opening them one by one by one until he can pull the sides open and slide his hands inside, feeling up the muscles of Lighter's torso without an ounce of shame.] Not to mention you are terribly attractive.
You did. [And Lighter was encouraging it and then some. While Maxima started kissing him again, he was quick to lose himself in it complete with a groan from the back of his throat. He wasn't so adept in hastily moving his own hands to take Maxima's shirt off. His eyes were already not great but he did try while drunk the best make-out session he's had in fucking years.
He worried he wouldn't be able to keep up, but he'd turn the tide yet. The fact he got this far was a victory the Big Guy would accept for sure.
Maxima's wandering hands would find scars all over Lighter's torso. Some nicks, some what seemed like massive tears, some from medical visits. It was clear Lighter was a veteran of many battles and oh did his chiseled and muscular body prove that enough.]
Heh... you're saying that when you're the hottie that's got me pinned right now. [Another tug at his shirt.] Kinda hard to see more when I can't resist bein' kissed like that. Help me out here?
[Maxima groans, too, when he finds Lighter's scars, tracing them with deft fingers. Yes, he loves this - the body of a warrior, a survivor, scarred and resilient. It's tempting for a moment to ignore the request and just lavish attention over those marks, see what other sounds he can draw out.
Later. Soon. He pulls back far enough to help with shedding his own shirt. He's comparatively lean, in good shape from his military training but not someone who fights for a living, with a dusting of chest hair trailing enticingly down his belly. There are a couple of scars on his arms that might have been defensive wounds or battering from some sort of crash, but nothing near to the extent that Lighter has.
He meets Lighter's eyes as he removes his glasses, giving the other another moment to look him over, then leans in again for another kiss, just a little bit less urgent and more lingering this time.] Mmm, I suppose I should at least let us move as far as the bed.
[Lighter didn't mind them lean, but Maxima being in shape was very enticing like that trail of hair. He's aware not everyone had the kind of regimen he had, but having someone who could keep up pace was always a good thing.
He wouldn't mind Maxima admiring his body, though long term attention on the scars would be more intimate than Lighter was prepared for. Hell, he'd even present for Maxima to do whatever he wanted. Paint an image in his mind to come back to later on. Lighter would sure be doing that.
He lowered his shades to meet Maxima's eyes and up close it was easier to tell there was something off about Lighter's eyes. Red in the center and struggling to adjust to the shift in lighting. He didn't pay mind to that struggle while he was returning that calmer kiss, though. Nor while he dragged his hand along Maxima's chest, following the path of hair as low as he could with a slight push.]
It'll be much easier to see all of you that way. Not that I mind it against the wall. Maybe we try it that way next time? [Because this was a good arrangement, so there would be a next time.]
[Next time. The thought of it burns through him, heating his skin from the inside out just as surely as Lighter's touch. He definitely also wants there to be a next time, wants to do much more than they'll have time and energy for in one night.]
I like the sound of that idea. But yes, tonight is for getting to know each other better.
[He guides them across the room to the bed, pausing only briefly to let them both leave their shoes behind, and to pull back the bedding so they don't end up on top of the comforter. He hesitates a little, then, still hovering close enough for breaths to mingle, the desire in his eyes warring with an awareness that they're in his space and he's got height leverage over Lighter, and it might be a little too aggressive if he just pushed the other man down into the sheets.]
[Lighter was quite eager to get to the bed finally, kicking his shoes and such off like he's done many times before. Thank goodness for that and getting used to his own rough fashion choice. He could kick any boots off easily.
There is a faint smell of smoke coming off of Lighter's breath, one that came with keeping the bad habit for years. With keen enough hearing one could probably hear how loudly his heart was beating. It was rare that Lighter found someone taller than him. Found himself being hovered over hungrily in such a way.
There's a huffed laugh while he bit his lip and his hands wandered south around Maxima's hips again.]
Don't go waiting now. C'mon, I like it a little rough.
[That gets another low groan, and he will push Lighter down onto the bed this time, climbing on top for another deep, desperate kiss. He really can't remember the last time he was this turned on, this needy.
The hand that isn't braced against the bed to hold him up wanders over Lighter's muscles again, down his chest over his belly, and finally cups between his legs, rubbing him through his pants, watching eagerly for every response.]
Forgive me if I take my time ensuring you're still comfortable. I do want this to be good for both of us.
[Lighter couldn't decide quite where he wanted his hands and couldn't concentrate on moving them from Maxima's ass while they kissed so hungrily. Why think about his hands when he could think about his tongue and Maxima's and how goddamn nice it felt to kiss a hot, interesting guy?
Lighter pressed into Maxima's touch gradually, quiet sighs falling out of him. Then Maxima started rubbing between his legs. His breath hitched and his press against Maxima's hand was more firm.]
Oh... yeah, that's real good for me... [Even with a faltering composure at being touched after several years, Lighter found himself trying to tug Maxima's pants down again.]
Yes... [This seems to be more in answer to the tugging than to what Lighter said aloud, as he finally undoes the fastenings of his own pants and lets the eager hands at his waist pull them off. He groans with relief at the easing of pressure as his cock is freed to the air and buries his face in Lighter's neck for a moment, regaining just a modicum of composure.]
Mmh, want to see all of you... [As soon as he has enough brain function back, he's going for Lighter's pants as well, unbuttoning the front and pushing them down to expose him as well.] Lift your hips for me, get these off...
[A soft tease alluding to the impatience Lighter's felt for most of the night. He's been thinking about getting Maxima naked this whole time and once his pants were off Lighter's hands stroked under his cock. He's wanted for a while to cop a feel for it and see what kind of noise Maxima would make. Figured someone taller than him would have a decent size.]
Oh, I'm all yours tonight. You'll see all you want. [Said while doing as instructed, lifting his hips and using his free hand to help slip his own pants off. Maxima could surely feel it when he touched earlier, especially with Lighter being half hard, but he certainly wasn't small.]
Yes, oh yes. Please... [He rolls his hips into Lighter's touch with another eager moan, seeking friction, past the point of shame or hesitation. His own hand wraps around Lighter's cock as well, long fingers learning the shape of him, stroking him to full hardness.]
And much more than just see. [It's a little overwhelming just how much he wants, how many different directions he wants to take this moment simultaneously. For now, he just keeps stroking, and leans in to press kisses to his lover's neck at the same time, enjoying the way this presses their bodies together. He's missed the feeling of someone else's skin against his own.]
[The swear is drawn out for a while, a languid moan while Maxima stroked him. His body responded in kind, hips and hand holding Maxima moving in time with the other man's hand. This alone would be enough to briefly sate him, but Lighter wanted more than a quicky tonight. He liked Maxima and wanted both of them to take their time.
He bit his lip, stifling a half groan and just relishing in how nice skin against skin felt. His thumb rubbed against the head of Maxima's cock as he tried to remember how to speak.]
Much more. [Another shaking breath.] This is nice... but we've got much more to do. So, how do you want me? Top or bottom? Both are good.
[And they can just switch it up next time if Maxima is also good for both. The guy's clearly got a lot to let out.]
Mmmh, likewise, but... [His brow furrows for a moment, glancing at the bedside drawer a little sheepishly.] I have some...lotion, serviceable enough for use on my own, but I haven't tested it, ah, internally. I did have some hope this was where we'd end up, but not with enough certainty to make arrangements. So to speak. Honestly, I'm not sure how I would go about sourcing such necessities.
[He meets Lighter's eyes hopefully.] Is there any chance you were more prepared?
Mnh, hold on... [God, he really didn't want to take his hands off Maxima. He was just able to bring his pants that hung off the edge of the bed back enough to reach into his pockets.
And not only will Maxima be met with disappointment but a resigned furrow of Lighter's brow that was the epitome of "welp".]
Sorry... but I'm afraid not. I-I mean I won't lie I didn't think we'd get this far. [...] Didn't bring my room key either, apparently.
[He's fumbling hard here but there was something more hard than Lighter's fumbling right now.]
The lotion's fine for right now, it's fine just... fuck you've got me so worked up.
[The look on Lighter's face makes Maxima laugh softly, unable to help himself. Neither of them is as put-together as they'd like to be right now, they can fumble through it together.]
Likewise. [He kisses that frown away, just because he can, because they're here and in each other's arms and whatever happens next this is already a great night.] Then let me take care of you. [He pushes Lighter backward onto the bed again and reaches for the drawer on the bedside table, pulling out a tube of unscented hand lotion, nudging Lighter's legs open with his other hand. His pulse is racing at the very thought, but it's about to be so much better.]
[Well, he couldn't stay embarrassed at his terrible memory when returning that kiss. A little bump in the road didn't ruin the whole ride if his smile returning were any indication.
This has been a great night indeed, and it wasn't over yet.]
Hah... do your worst, hot stuff.
[Said as he spread both legs for Maxima to work, kicking his pants further away since they were less than useless by this point.]
View's great from down here. [As if the way Lighter's spare hand ran through his fringe, pushing it back wasn't a perfectly picturesque scene.]
[From the soft, voiceless exhale as Maxima's eyes rake over his body, it's absolutely working.] Oh, you have no idea how good you look right now.
[He is running out of patience, aching with arousal. Quickly, he coats his fingers in enough of the lotion to make them slide easily, trusting in the heat of his skin to warm it up from room temperature enough that it isn't a complete shock when he runs his fingertips down to find Lighter's entrance. Lighter already said he likes it a little rough, so he's comfortable moving a little more quickly than he otherwise would: he circles it once, testing the give and making sure there's enough lotion, and then slips two fingers inside at once, his whole attention on the other man's expression and responses.]
Just tell me if you need me to slow down, but- I don't want to wait.
[The compliment gets a smirk, but also a brighter blush that ignited when Maxima's fingers entered him. His head fell backwards and an absolutely shameless moan left him. He'd forgotten he could make that kind of sound, if he wasn't so drunk on this feeling he'd be surprised with himself.
Heavier pants continued as Maxima moved his hands. It had been a few years for Lighter, but he wasn't too tight by any means. It would be easy for Maxima's long fingers to push deep enough to make Lighter's sudden grip on the bed beneath him tighten. Habit had him biting his lip to keep the noise down, but even being a comparatively quiet lover his need and impatient arousal was very palpable.]
Like... hah... I said... do your worst. This ain't my first rodeo, I can take it.
[He curls his fingers, searching for the spot he remembers, that will have his lover seeing stars. For a moment he thinks about just prodding and stroking until Lighter makes a mess of himself from that alone, just to watch him unravel. The thought makes his breath quicken, but...not tonight. Another time.]
Like this, then? [He's found what he was feeling for, that firm but yielding point, and presses his fingertips into it solidly, a shiver of sympathetic arousal running through him even before he sees Lighter's response.]
[That would serve as a good answer. The sharp swear, louder than he's been thus far. The tight grip of the bed underneath him. The full body shake and stirring and twitching of his cock.]
Good with your hands, huh...
[He'd like to feel what else Maxima was good with, there was a hint of impatience in his tone but Maxima was doing a great job already.]
Something my people are known for, though not usually in this sense.
[It's so gratifying, watching how Lighter's enjoying his touch. Increasingly emboldened, he leans upward to nip at the other's collarbone, taking in the scent of his skin. His unoccupied hand toys with one of Lighter's nipples just to add a little more stimulation.]
Does that sound mean you're ready for more? [Some part of him knows Lighter would be fine with it if he just went for it, pulled his fingers out and thrust inside; but all of Maxima's own instincts say that he should take more care than just what the other man is fine with enduring.]
[Hard work got good results. And when Maxima went to nip at his collarbone he moved a hand to his hair. Not doing anything with it, he just wanted to feel Maxima's hair or just have both hands somewhere on him by this point.
He was still trembling a bit, just barely holding an impatient groan back.
It was a bit new, honestly. To have someone so damn attentive and careful. The wonders of finally having time for a proper fuck and having an arrangement with someone whose company he enjoyed.]
[Something about the weight of a hand in his hair is appealing, and without thinking Maxima nudges up into the touch slightly, too turned on and distracted to be embarrassed at this point.
But there are more important things right now, and with explicit permission he withdraws his fingers and finds the lotion again, quickly slicking his own cock with it. He moans softly as he pushes inside, overwhelmed with the tight heat.] Fuck.
[He takes a breath to steady himself, but it doesn't work. He's pushed his own restraint to the breaking point, and all he can do is gasp as he pulls back and thrusts in again, again, finally just indulging in the pleasure. He has just enough presence of mind to wrap his hand around Lighter's cock again, the one that's still slick with lotion, and make sure that he's getting just as much out of this.]
[Lighter's fingers carded a bit through Maxima's hair when he leaned into the touch. It felt like agony waiting for him to prepare himself, but when he finally entered Lighter held strands of that hair tighter.
And by the time he let the last of his restraint go, thrusting over and over inside of Lighter he grabbed a good fistful of that hair. He wasn't thinking, just needed something to grab onto. Lighter was damn near sure he'd lift right off of the bed with how his hips moved into Maxima's hand in tandem with his thrusting.]
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He let himself be pushed back against the wall without thinking, a deep huff of a laugh standing in for a short breath. When Maxima pulled back, Lighter was very flushed and floored but he still managed a smirk.]
Holy shit... eager, huh?
[He's egging Maxima on. To keep doing that and not holding back. Punctuating that encouragement by tugging the other man's trousers down.]
We ought to fix that problem. Help me out a bit, yeah? And... don't hold back on my account. [An echo to earlier in the night. May as well say it outright if they're gonna go right to this.]
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I did warn you that it's been some years.
[But he's done with holding back now, leaning in for another kiss as he reaches for the buttons on Lighter's shirt, and that enhanced spatial sense must be good for something because even without being able to see they barely slow him down, nimble fingertips opening them one by one by one until he can pull the sides open and slide his hands inside, feeling up the muscles of Lighter's torso without an ounce of shame.] Not to mention you are terribly attractive.
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He worried he wouldn't be able to keep up, but he'd turn the tide yet. The fact he got this far was a victory the Big Guy would accept for sure.
Maxima's wandering hands would find scars all over Lighter's torso. Some nicks, some what seemed like massive tears, some from medical visits. It was clear Lighter was a veteran of many battles and oh did his chiseled and muscular body prove that enough.]
Heh... you're saying that when you're the hottie that's got me pinned right now. [Another tug at his shirt.] Kinda hard to see more when I can't resist bein' kissed like that. Help me out here?
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Later. Soon. He pulls back far enough to help with shedding his own shirt. He's comparatively lean, in good shape from his military training but not someone who fights for a living, with a dusting of chest hair trailing enticingly down his belly. There are a couple of scars on his arms that might have been defensive wounds or battering from some sort of crash, but nothing near to the extent that Lighter has.
He meets Lighter's eyes as he removes his glasses, giving the other another moment to look him over, then leans in again for another kiss, just a little bit less urgent and more lingering this time.] Mmm, I suppose I should at least let us move as far as the bed.
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He wouldn't mind Maxima admiring his body, though long term attention on the scars would be more intimate than Lighter was prepared for. Hell, he'd even present for Maxima to do whatever he wanted. Paint an image in his mind to come back to later on. Lighter would sure be doing that.
He lowered his shades to meet Maxima's eyes and up close it was easier to tell there was something off about Lighter's eyes. Red in the center and struggling to adjust to the shift in lighting. He didn't pay mind to that struggle while he was returning that calmer kiss, though. Nor while he dragged his hand along Maxima's chest, following the path of hair as low as he could with a slight push.]
It'll be much easier to see all of you that way. Not that I mind it against the wall. Maybe we try it that way next time? [Because this was a good arrangement, so there would be a next time.]
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I like the sound of that idea. But yes, tonight is for getting to know each other better.
[He guides them across the room to the bed, pausing only briefly to let them both leave their shoes behind, and to pull back the bedding so they don't end up on top of the comforter. He hesitates a little, then, still hovering close enough for breaths to mingle, the desire in his eyes warring with an awareness that they're in his space and he's got height leverage over Lighter, and it might be a little too aggressive if he just pushed the other man down into the sheets.]
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There is a faint smell of smoke coming off of Lighter's breath, one that came with keeping the bad habit for years. With keen enough hearing one could probably hear how loudly his heart was beating. It was rare that Lighter found someone taller than him. Found himself being hovered over hungrily in such a way.
There's a huffed laugh while he bit his lip and his hands wandered south around Maxima's hips again.]
Don't go waiting now. C'mon, I like it a little rough.
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The hand that isn't braced against the bed to hold him up wanders over Lighter's muscles again, down his chest over his belly, and finally cups between his legs, rubbing him through his pants, watching eagerly for every response.]
Forgive me if I take my time ensuring you're still comfortable. I do want this to be good for both of us.
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Lighter pressed into Maxima's touch gradually, quiet sighs falling out of him. Then Maxima started rubbing between his legs. His breath hitched and his press against Maxima's hand was more firm.]
Oh... yeah, that's real good for me... [Even with a faltering composure at being touched after several years, Lighter found himself trying to tug Maxima's pants down again.]
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Mmh, want to see all of you... [As soon as he has enough brain function back, he's going for Lighter's pants as well, unbuttoning the front and pushing them down to expose him as well.] Lift your hips for me, get these off...
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[A soft tease alluding to the impatience Lighter's felt for most of the night. He's been thinking about getting Maxima naked this whole time and once his pants were off Lighter's hands stroked under his cock. He's wanted for a while to cop a feel for it and see what kind of noise Maxima would make. Figured someone taller than him would have a decent size.]
Oh, I'm all yours tonight. You'll see all you want. [Said while doing as instructed, lifting his hips and using his free hand to help slip his own pants off. Maxima could surely feel it when he touched earlier, especially with Lighter being half hard, but he certainly wasn't small.]
That's much better.
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And much more than just see. [It's a little overwhelming just how much he wants, how many different directions he wants to take this moment simultaneously. For now, he just keeps stroking, and leans in to press kisses to his lover's neck at the same time, enjoying the way this presses their bodies together. He's missed the feeling of someone else's skin against his own.]
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[The swear is drawn out for a while, a languid moan while Maxima stroked him. His body responded in kind, hips and hand holding Maxima moving in time with the other man's hand. This alone would be enough to briefly sate him, but Lighter wanted more than a quicky tonight. He liked Maxima and wanted both of them to take their time.
He bit his lip, stifling a half groan and just relishing in how nice skin against skin felt. His thumb rubbed against the head of Maxima's cock as he tried to remember how to speak.]
Much more. [Another shaking breath.] This is nice... but we've got much more to do. So, how do you want me? Top or bottom? Both are good.
[And they can just switch it up next time if Maxima is also good for both. The guy's clearly got a lot to let out.]
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[He meets Lighter's eyes hopefully.] Is there any chance you were more prepared?
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And not only will Maxima be met with disappointment but a resigned furrow of Lighter's brow that was the epitome of "welp".]
Sorry... but I'm afraid not. I-I mean I won't lie I didn't think we'd get this far. [...] Didn't bring my room key either, apparently.
[He's fumbling hard here but there was something more hard than Lighter's fumbling right now.]
The lotion's fine for right now, it's fine just... fuck you've got me so worked up.
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Likewise. [He kisses that frown away, just because he can, because they're here and in each other's arms and whatever happens next this is already a great night.] Then let me take care of you. [He pushes Lighter backward onto the bed again and reaches for the drawer on the bedside table, pulling out a tube of unscented hand lotion, nudging Lighter's legs open with his other hand. His pulse is racing at the very thought, but it's about to be so much better.]
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This has been a great night indeed, and it wasn't over yet.]
Hah... do your worst, hot stuff.
[Said as he spread both legs for Maxima to work, kicking his pants further away since they were less than useless by this point.]
View's great from down here. [As if the way Lighter's spare hand ran through his fringe, pushing it back wasn't a perfectly picturesque scene.]
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[He is running out of patience, aching with arousal. Quickly, he coats his fingers in enough of the lotion to make them slide easily, trusting in the heat of his skin to warm it up from room temperature enough that it isn't a complete shock when he runs his fingertips down to find Lighter's entrance. Lighter already said he likes it a little rough, so he's comfortable moving a little more quickly than he otherwise would: he circles it once, testing the give and making sure there's enough lotion, and then slips two fingers inside at once, his whole attention on the other man's expression and responses.]
Just tell me if you need me to slow down, but- I don't want to wait.
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Heavier pants continued as Maxima moved his hands. It had been a few years for Lighter, but he wasn't too tight by any means. It would be easy for Maxima's long fingers to push deep enough to make Lighter's sudden grip on the bed beneath him tighten. Habit had him biting his lip to keep the noise down, but even being a comparatively quiet lover his need and impatient arousal was very palpable.]
Like... hah... I said... do your worst. This ain't my first rodeo, I can take it.
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[He curls his fingers, searching for the spot he remembers, that will have his lover seeing stars. For a moment he thinks about just prodding and stroking until Lighter makes a mess of himself from that alone, just to watch him unravel. The thought makes his breath quicken, but...not tonight. Another time.]
Like this, then? [He's found what he was feeling for, that firm but yielding point, and presses his fingertips into it solidly, a shiver of sympathetic arousal running through him even before he sees Lighter's response.]
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[That would serve as a good answer. The sharp swear, louder than he's been thus far. The tight grip of the bed underneath him. The full body shake and stirring and twitching of his cock.]
Good with your hands, huh...
[He'd like to feel what else Maxima was good with, there was a hint of impatience in his tone but Maxima was doing a great job already.]
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[It's so gratifying, watching how Lighter's enjoying his touch. Increasingly emboldened, he leans upward to nip at the other's collarbone, taking in the scent of his skin. His unoccupied hand toys with one of Lighter's nipples just to add a little more stimulation.]
Does that sound mean you're ready for more? [Some part of him knows Lighter would be fine with it if he just went for it, pulled his fingers out and thrust inside; but all of Maxima's own instincts say that he should take more care than just what the other man is fine with enduring.]
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He was still trembling a bit, just barely holding an impatient groan back.
It was a bit new, honestly. To have someone so damn attentive and careful. The wonders of finally having time for a proper fuck and having an arrangement with someone whose company he enjoyed.]
Yeah, been ready.
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But there are more important things right now, and with explicit permission he withdraws his fingers and finds the lotion again, quickly slicking his own cock with it. He moans softly as he pushes inside, overwhelmed with the tight heat.] Fuck.
[He takes a breath to steady himself, but it doesn't work. He's pushed his own restraint to the breaking point, and all he can do is gasp as he pulls back and thrusts in again, again, finally just indulging in the pleasure. He has just enough presence of mind to wrap his hand around Lighter's cock again, the one that's still slick with lotion, and make sure that he's getting just as much out of this.]
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And by the time he let the last of his restraint go, thrusting over and over inside of Lighter he grabbed a good fistful of that hair. He wasn't thinking, just needed something to grab onto. Lighter was damn near sure he'd lift right off of the bed with how his hips moved into Maxima's hand in tandem with his thrusting.]
Hah... Ahh, fuck you'resogood...!
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