It wasn’t that David failed to be amused, and even a small part of him aroused, by Kazuki struggling to give a blowjob. But by the fifth time Kazuki accidentally knocked his shoulder against the wheelchair’s frame, causing it (and thus David) to rattle enough for Kazuki’s teeth to scrape sharply against his dick in not a pleasant way, David was growing less into it and more frustrated.
“I think,” David began slowly, tugging at Kazuki’s hair lightly while trying to disguise his need to get over the pain as patience, “that this isn’t working.”
While Kazuki promptly stopped giving him blowjob and stood up, David didn’t need to see to know that he was probably sulking, and the tone of voice only proved it, “This was your idea.”
That wasn’t quite true. His “idea” had been to fluster Kazuki with the suggestion-- they had only recently began this... thing... where making out was an option. And Kazuki could be so hilariously, painfully, shy sometimes. Not that he was complaining that it somehow turned out this way, and he should’ve known that Kazuki took a pretty fast pace once an idea got stuck in his head; the third day they had “officially” began this arrangement, David found himself with a hickey.
He reached out and tugged at Kazuki’s shirt, “I know, sorry. Maybe later when we’re not in a public disabled toilet.”
...and besides, he’d rather not get a blowjob sitting on a can. Even if this bathroom was a lot nicer than most.
Kazuki himself wasn’t too impressed. He had been able to muster up enough nerve to actually go through with it, and now he was being told to stop? His ego smarted. So he moved around to behind David’s chair, to the latter’s confusion, and gripped the handles to tilt the chair back with two wheels in the air.
“Kazuki--?” David tried not to yelp, but was cut off by Kazuki giving his an upside down kiss.
“You,” Kazuki murmured matter-of-factly when he began to kiss down to David’s throat and lower, tilting the chair back even more each kiss, “Need to think outside the box.”
Later David would remember that somewhere through the exhilarating dizziness of having an upside down blowjob and blood trying to rush too many different places at once, he had wondered where the hell Kazuki found the strength and balance to manage it. But he didn’t dare ask, because he did distinctly remember Kazuki smirking at his own inventiveness just after he came.
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I meant sexual obviously though.
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I suck at porn :V rated R?
“I think,” David began slowly, tugging at Kazuki’s hair lightly while trying to disguise his need to get over the pain as patience, “that this isn’t working.”
While Kazuki promptly stopped giving him blowjob and stood up, David didn’t need to see to know that he was probably sulking, and the tone of voice only proved it, “This was your idea.”
That wasn’t quite true. His “idea” had been to fluster Kazuki with the suggestion-- they had only recently began this... thing... where making out was an option. And Kazuki could be so hilariously, painfully, shy sometimes. Not that he was complaining that it somehow turned out this way, and he should’ve known that Kazuki took a pretty fast pace once an idea got stuck in his head; the third day they had “officially” began this arrangement, David found himself with a hickey.
He reached out and tugged at Kazuki’s shirt, “I know, sorry. Maybe later when we’re not in a public disabled toilet.”
...and besides, he’d rather not get a blowjob sitting on a can. Even if this bathroom was a lot nicer than most.
Kazuki himself wasn’t too impressed. He had been able to muster up enough nerve to actually go through with it, and now he was being told to stop? His ego smarted. So he moved around to behind David’s chair, to the latter’s confusion, and gripped the handles to tilt the chair back with two wheels in the air.
“Kazuki--?” David tried not to yelp, but was cut off by Kazuki giving his an upside down kiss.
“You,” Kazuki murmured matter-of-factly when he began to kiss down to David’s throat and lower, tilting the chair back even more each kiss, “Need to think outside the box.”
Later David would remember that somewhere through the exhilarating dizziness of having an upside down blowjob and blood trying to rush too many different places at once, he had wondered where the hell Kazuki found the strength and balance to manage it. But he didn’t dare ask, because he did distinctly remember Kazuki smirking at his own inventiveness just after he came.
Re: I suck at porn :V rated R?
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