[ jakurai's ears are so... so... fluffy. doppo is distracted for a moment, reaching out to tentatively massage it, his own ears pricked and betraying his fascination. tail swishing in delight, evidently happy to be touched by jakurai, the sanguis moon banishes any semblance of shame, overpowering all of his natural instincts with sheer desire.
jakurai is touching him. he's holding him. he wants him.
the knowledge of that is intoxicating, and he leans over him to fumble for the drawer and grab the small bottle of lubricant, coming back to jakurai and leaning down to kiss him again for his patience, greedy for more of the doctor's affection. he's leaning into his touch eagerly now, hands sliding down to get his pants entirely off before he urges him to wrap his legs around his, his forehead pressing to his. ]
[The very fact that he doesn't let very many people see him like this should be comforting. He has a max of so many knowing what he looks lke when he's spread out below someone. Sensei, a man who probably doesn't really seem like the type to be below.
But for now, it's fine, isn't it? This is fine. Nothing wrong with allowing Doppo, his teammate...to see him like this.]
[ doppo makes a soft noise, almost guttural in his chest as the heat of his sanguis moon rises -- the desire to dominate, the lack of inhibitions, melting away as desire burns in his veins. he is very beautiful, his sensei, and his fingers run through those long, silken threads briefly before he opens up the lube bottle, smearing some on his fingers before seeking him out underneath, fingers lightly tracing over the tight little rim before slowly, slowly pressing one in.
despite the roar to take him, to claw into him and see how much sensei can take, doppo holds himself back -- after all, this is someone he cares deeply for, and he leans down to nose against his cheek, pressing soft kisses against the side of his mouth. ]
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jakurai is touching him. he's holding him. he wants him.
the knowledge of that is intoxicating, and he leans over him to fumble for the drawer and grab the small bottle of lubricant, coming back to jakurai and leaning down to kiss him again for his patience, greedy for more of the doctor's affection. he's leaning into his touch eagerly now, hands sliding down to get his pants entirely off before he urges him to wrap his legs around his, his forehead pressing to his. ]
Sensei...
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But for now, it's fine, isn't it? This is fine. Nothing wrong with allowing Doppo, his teammate...to see him like this.]
Doppo-kun...
[It's low, approving, and encouraging.]
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despite the roar to take him, to claw into him and see how much sensei can take, doppo holds himself back -- after all, this is someone he cares deeply for, and he leans down to nose against his cheek, pressing soft kisses against the side of his mouth. ]
Sensei... I'm sorry --