[It's a good thing Izumi's thinking far enough ahead to shut Sandalphon up before he can make any noise, because the desperate, heated cry he would've otherwise made would have definitely been enough to garner attention from just about everyone in the store. Izumi's brutal pace is exactly what he needs, every thrust of his hips hitting the places inside him that make his back arch and vision blur. His fingers dig into his Dominant's back again, leaving red marks even with his short, blunt nails, and he knows it must be painful, but he can't stop himself; he needs something to hold onto in this position, something to keep him grounded while he does what he can to keep quiet. He shamelessly ruts against Izumi, keeping time with his thrusts, wanting him deeper and harder and not being able to ask for any of it with circumstances the way they are—if they weren't in public he'd be moaning his name the way he knows he likes it, because it always seems to encourage him.
But they know each other's bodies well enough to not need words anymore, don't they?
Sandalphon breaks the kiss, gasping; he's so close, so close, but he can't say anything here, and—he buries his face in the crook of Izumi's neck, gritting his teeth, trembling and raking his hands down the other man's back as he comes, spilling all over his own abdomen. He'll have to change his shirt for sure now, he idly thinks for a moment, a single solid thought amidst the mess the rest of his head's become.
He presses his lips against Izumi's once more as soon as he's caught his breath, because it wouldn't do for him to make any noise and get them caught at the last minute.]
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But they know each other's bodies well enough to not need words anymore, don't they?
Sandalphon breaks the kiss, gasping; he's so close, so close, but he can't say anything here, and—he buries his face in the crook of Izumi's neck, gritting his teeth, trembling and raking his hands down the other man's back as he comes, spilling all over his own abdomen. He'll have to change his shirt for sure now, he idly thinks for a moment, a single solid thought amidst the mess the rest of his head's become.
He presses his lips against Izumi's once more as soon as he's caught his breath, because it wouldn't do for him to make any noise and get them caught at the last minute.]