[ eijun sawamura making noises in his ear is a pretty usual state of affairs for shinji, but usually he's trying to get them to stop, not - well, encourage them. he huffs when eijun bounces in his lap, eijun's not exactly ninety pounds or anything, and groans, ragged, at the drag of nails on his skin.
his grip shifts, curling barely under the curve of that pitching-honed behind to hold him closer on the next roll of his hips, and he tilts to lick a stripe up eijun's throat. he's intent to leave more than one mark today. childish displays of possessiveness aren't quite his style, at least not any more, but there's still something satisfying about knowing he did that. (everyone else knowing eijun is getting some is just a side bonus.) ]
your paper ;*
his grip shifts, curling barely under the curve of that pitching-honed behind to hold him closer on the next roll of his hips, and he tilts to lick a stripe up eijun's throat. he's intent to leave more than one mark today. childish displays of possessiveness aren't quite his style, at least not any more, but there's still something satisfying about knowing he did that. (everyone else knowing eijun is getting some is just a side bonus.) ]