“Sure, just hold on…” Kuro grumbles out. as he sits up, balancing himself up by placing one hand on Mahiru’s shoulder.
”Oh…” Mahiru mutters before Kuro pushes on his shoulder softly, and successfully flips them over, but before Mahiru could move his hands, the Servamp has them pinned above his head with one hand, while the other hand cups his jawline. The bluenette moves between Mahiru’s legs, causing them to ride up, and the Eve realizes enjoys the new position.
Kuro starts to leave a trail of gentle kisses down his jaw and neck, which grow more heated and needy when Mahiru tilts his head back, and releases a low moan. Kuro continues the kisses down to his Eve’s collarbones, but he releases Mahiru’s hands when he feels him tug against them.
“Sorry…I just wanted to…” Kuro starts. but he lets out a slight noise of surprsie when Mahiru grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled him closer.
“Just…please…keep doing that.” Mahiru moans, and Kuro decides to move his head to the other side of the teen’s collarbone, sucking a mark there into the skin as well..
“Mahiru…can I?” The Servamp purrs against Mahiru’s sweaty skin. Kuro’s hands laid still at the hem of the Eve’s pants and boxers, as if asking for permission first, before he does anything.
“Yeah, that’d be nice, but…” Mahiru breathes out as a small smile rises on his face. No matter how many times they did it, Kuro always asks permission before he did anything. The Eve reaches down to Kuro’s pants as well. “I want to touch you too.”
“Y-you don’t have to, you know.” Kuro stammers, not wanting to pressure his Eve with something like pleasuring him. But before he could say anything else, Mahiru silenced him with a soft kiss.
“Shh. Don’t worry…Just let me help,” Mahiru whispered, staring lovingly into Kuro’s lust filled red eyes. Kuro bit his lip, but nodded.
And with that, Mahiru reached underneath the waistband of his Servamp’s pajama bottoms, and when Kuro did the same to him, they both gasped at the same time. Kuro’s fingers brush over the head of his dick, and it’s barely a touch, but Mahiru still jerks up into it. When Kuro rubs his thumb in circles, the Eve almost forgets he’s supposed to be touching him as well. They kiss again, this time thought, it’s rough, as their tongues intertwine and their hot breaths mingle together. Mahiru removes his hand from Kuro’s pants, and pulls them down just far enough to hold him properly in his hand. He rubs his thumb over the tip, where precum has already begun to leak out, and Kuro whimpers softly into his mouth, and his fingers are not stopping for even a second. Mahiru breaks away from the kiss, and Kuro whines lightly at the loss.
“Sorry, I…I just want…” And Mahiru feels his breath hitch when Kuro’s fingers begin to reach for his entrance. “I just want to see you.”
The way Kuro looks when Mahiru touches him is so loving, Mahiru thinks, the way he doesn’t try to hide his change of expression anymore when he stops holding back, stroking him harder. Even the small amount of lubrication provided by his precum is enough to change the roughness of each of Mahiru’s strokes, and Kuro’s thankful for that, quickening his own pace on Mahiru in return.
“You’re so red.” Mahiru giggles out slightly, when he takes a look at Kuro’s face. The Servamp pouts slightly.
“Who’s fault do you think that is?” Kuro adds, and Mahiru grins with amusement, then takes in a sharp breath when Kuro brushes over his slickened head, coating his fingers more, and moving back up to rub against the head of his dick more urgently. The hand around the Servamp’s dick starts to show a better rhythm, as it moves in time with each movement of Kuro’s skilled hand.
This is what Mahiru wants, or what he needs, and he fights the urge to thrust up hard against the pressure of Kuro’s hand, and instead tries to focus more on bringing Kuro to his peak first. The Eve’s hand moves quicker, and it’s not long before Kuro tenses, is cumming into his hand with a low, shaky growl. Mahiru keeps moving his hand, riding Kuro through his orgasm until he slowly stops moving. However, when Kuro’s hand stops moving as well, Mahiru jerks his hips harder, grinding his dick up against Kuro’s hand with a needy whine.