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There was just something about Ken’s nipples that made them a constant distraction to Daisuke. Maybe it had to do with the general newfound obsession he had with the fact he was allowed to see Ken topless, naked, and touch him however he wanted to (there were many, many ways he wanted to); enjoy all the new little reactions he was learning to coax out of Ken. Maybe it had to do with how different they were to his own… his were small and dark brown, firm studs when they got hard. Ken’s nipples, though, were soft and dusky and pale like the rest of him, and never seemed to get hard, just puffy and swollen and flushed. And, well, Daisuke liked it well enough when Ken touched his, it felt nice, but it never made his breath catch or his toes curl and his whole body shudder the way Ken did.
So, it was probably inevitable that they’d end up in this sort of situation eventually, with Daisuke between Ken’s splayed thighs, admiring the arch of his back and shivers in his belly as he licked teasingly at his cock, just getting started. But he’s distracted, by the swell of Ken’s nipples, glistening from his own spit where he’d spent ten minutes sucking them before continuing down. So he says, breathless, “You should play with them while I blow you.”
Ken blinks down at him, pushing strands of hair out of his stupidly pretty eyes. “Huh?”
“Your nipples,” Daisuke charges on. “Touch them. You like it, right?”
Ken bites his lip, and Daisuke can’t miss how much harder he’s suddenly breathing. “... yes.”
Daisuke sits up, reaching for Ken’s hands where they’re curled against the bed. “Make yourself feel good for me?” He leans down and kisses each nipple as he sets Ken’s fingers on it, lingering long enough to feel the rapid pulse of Ken’s heart under his mouth and echoing through him like it always does even when they're not touching, encouraging him to stroke and tug. “Yeah. Like that.”
Ken’s teeth are buried in his lip when Daisuke shifts back down between his legs, his hips jerking up a little in a brand new way. His eyes are closed now but he doesn’t stop, lovely fingers working over his own nipples like he’s never thought to try it before, and maybe he hasn’t. When Daisuke drops his head to take Ken in his mouth, he keeps his eyes up on that sight, drinks in the way Ken pinches harder as he sucks, the way he kicks out his feet and--
They’ve been trying these things together long enough now that Daisuke likes to think he’s pretty decent at being able to read when Ken’s about to come and either pull off or be ready to swallow, but the swiftness of Ken’s orgasm seems to take them both by surprise. Daisuke chokes just a little, ending up with come half on his face and half dribbled all over Ken’s still spasming belly, and they look at each other for a long moment before Daisuke wipes his face carelessly with one hand and wriggles insistently up to nuzzle and bite at Ken’s ear.
“Do you think,” he says, happy and adoring and so in love, grinding against Ken’s hip, “maybe. You could come just from that? Just from us touching your nipples until you can’t take it anymore?”
Ken laughs, a little nervous but mostly just husky in the best possible way, running his hand down Daisuke’s spine to encourage his thrusts against him. “I… uhm. Maybe? I’d let you try.”
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on 2020-04-27 02:20 am (UTC)There was just something about Ken’s nipples that made them a constant distraction to Daisuke. Maybe it had to do with the general newfound obsession he had with the fact he was allowed to see Ken topless, naked, and touch him however he wanted to (there were many, many ways he wanted to); enjoy all the new little reactions he was learning to coax out of Ken. Maybe it had to do with how different they were to his own… his were small and dark brown, firm studs when they got hard. Ken’s nipples, though, were soft and dusky and pale like the rest of him, and never seemed to get hard, just puffy and swollen and flushed. And, well, Daisuke liked it well enough when Ken touched his, it felt nice, but it never made his breath catch or his toes curl and his whole body shudder the way Ken did.
So, it was probably inevitable that they’d end up in this sort of situation eventually, with Daisuke between Ken’s splayed thighs, admiring the arch of his back and shivers in his belly as he licked teasingly at his cock, just getting started. But he’s distracted, by the swell of Ken’s nipples, glistening from his own spit where he’d spent ten minutes sucking them before continuing down. So he says, breathless, “You should play with them while I blow you.”
Ken blinks down at him, pushing strands of hair out of his stupidly pretty eyes. “Huh?”
“Your nipples,” Daisuke charges on. “Touch them. You like it, right?”
Ken bites his lip, and Daisuke can’t miss how much harder he’s suddenly breathing. “... yes.”
Daisuke sits up, reaching for Ken’s hands where they’re curled against the bed. “Make yourself feel good for me?” He leans down and kisses each nipple as he sets Ken’s fingers on it, lingering long enough to feel the rapid pulse of Ken’s heart under his mouth and echoing through him like it always does even when they're not touching, encouraging him to stroke and tug. “Yeah. Like that.”
Ken’s teeth are buried in his lip when Daisuke shifts back down between his legs, his hips jerking up a little in a brand new way. His eyes are closed now but he doesn’t stop, lovely fingers working over his own nipples like he’s never thought to try it before, and maybe he hasn’t. When Daisuke drops his head to take Ken in his mouth, he keeps his eyes up on that sight, drinks in the way Ken pinches harder as he sucks, the way he kicks out his feet and--
They’ve been trying these things together long enough now that Daisuke likes to think he’s pretty decent at being able to read when Ken’s about to come and either pull off or be ready to swallow, but the swiftness of Ken’s orgasm seems to take them both by surprise. Daisuke chokes just a little, ending up with come half on his face and half dribbled all over Ken’s still spasming belly, and they look at each other for a long moment before Daisuke wipes his face carelessly with one hand and wriggles insistently up to nuzzle and bite at Ken’s ear.
“Do you think,” he says, happy and adoring and so in love, grinding against Ken’s hip, “maybe. You could come just from that? Just from us touching your nipples until you can’t take it anymore?”
Ken laughs, a little nervous but mostly just husky in the best possible way, running his hand down Daisuke’s spine to encourage his thrusts against him. “I… uhm. Maybe? I’d let you try.”
And that's all it takes for Daisuke to come.