was intended for...wanting someone to notice you?"
"No."
Meitou's nose slid up against his, hands gliding over his waist. “I'm never wrong, Therse,” he whispered. “Bad habit of mine."
"I'm desorbing.” Therse said.
"Don't even think about it,” Meitou told him with a smirk, grabbing the struts his arms were fastened to and locking them to the harness above his head.
"Hey...!"
"That coy act is tired, Therse. It doesn't suit you at all, so drop it.” Meitou bit hard on his bottom lip. Hard enough to leave a mark, and making Therse groan and writhe in the constricting harness. Even if he'd wanted to escape what Meitou had planned, he couldn't. The struts held his arms fast and he was locked into the apparatus until he desorbed from the module interface. It was a convenient excuse.
It was odd, being aroused with his consciousness pressed to an AI's awareness. It could see everything he was feeling, but didn't understand the meaning. It made him more detached from reality, a little less withheld and reluctant.
"I...I can't stand it how easily you unravel me...” Therse whispered as Meitou's hands ran over him. The projected visor showed him his vital readings, the quickening of his heart rate, the increase of blood pressure in his groin, the heightened sensitivity of his neuromuscular system in that region. It was embarrassing to see his own arousal displayed so clearly as the module waited patiently for him to select a battle sim.
He could feel Meitou's hands everywhere, pressing firm against his body through the tight, thin fabric of his suit, running downwards to his groin with patiently seductive determination. He felt his body flex without his intention, trying to encourage those hands and make them slip down faster. Meitou's lips touched his, planting deep, soft, slow kisses that drove him wild.
There was a shift in his position, as though he was being tilted backwards. It was very disorientating. He felt as though he should protest, tell Meitou to let him up, to stop taking advantage, but the part of him that wanted this to stop spoke only in a very weak and unconvincing voice, right at the heart of him. It complained that he needed his control back, that being restrained and powerless wasn't right, that bad things would happen like they had before. He settled for a resistant, obstinate attitude towards the proceedings and willed Meitou to just get on with it already by kissing him back forcefully.
Meitou kissed him deeper, grinding up against him as his hand finally reached Therse's groin. Therse moaned and spread his thighs as far as he was able in the tight grip of the harness, the kneading actions of Meitou's palm making him hard as hell. The breath was deep and ragged through his lips as Meitou's tongue dragged along his jaw and into his ear.
He felt Meitou move and opened his eyes, trying his hardest to make out the man's actions through the confusion of the visor, and realized he was being straddled. His body ached for Meitou's lips again and he hissed when they returned, as Meitou bit down on him through the suit, flexed over him and rubbed along him, making Therse wish so badly to be free of the harness and able to grab him, able to tear the clothes from his body and push inside him. He tilted his hips against the pressure, meeting Meitou's groin as he thrust down. It was almost intolerably frustrating to be able to do nothing more than lie there and take it.
But it was plain to see, from his vitals and from the base actions of his body, overcome with want, that this was arousing him no end. Something that undoubtedly hadn't escaped the notice of the cold, tactical genius writhing above him.
Therse felt Meitou's tongue along his lips and opened his mouth, desperate for penetration. Meitou pulled away at first, teasing him until he moaned openly, then kissing him deep, hands up into Therse's hair as he dragged his hard body back and forth.
It was almost like they were fucking just as it was,
"No."
Meitou's nose slid up against his, hands gliding over his waist. “I'm never wrong, Therse,” he whispered. “Bad habit of mine."
"I'm desorbing.” Therse said.
"Don't even think about it,” Meitou told him with a smirk, grabbing the struts his arms were fastened to and locking them to the harness above his head.
"Hey...!"
"That coy act is tired, Therse. It doesn't suit you at all, so drop it.” Meitou bit hard on his bottom lip. Hard enough to leave a mark, and making Therse groan and writhe in the constricting harness. Even if he'd wanted to escape what Meitou had planned, he couldn't. The struts held his arms fast and he was locked into the apparatus until he desorbed from the module interface. It was a convenient excuse.
It was odd, being aroused with his consciousness pressed to an AI's awareness. It could see everything he was feeling, but didn't understand the meaning. It made him more detached from reality, a little less withheld and reluctant.
"I...I can't stand it how easily you unravel me...” Therse whispered as Meitou's hands ran over him. The projected visor showed him his vital readings, the quickening of his heart rate, the increase of blood pressure in his groin, the heightened sensitivity of his neuromuscular system in that region. It was embarrassing to see his own arousal displayed so clearly as the module waited patiently for him to select a battle sim.
He could feel Meitou's hands everywhere, pressing firm against his body through the tight, thin fabric of his suit, running downwards to his groin with patiently seductive determination. He felt his body flex without his intention, trying to encourage those hands and make them slip down faster. Meitou's lips touched his, planting deep, soft, slow kisses that drove him wild.
There was a shift in his position, as though he was being tilted backwards. It was very disorientating. He felt as though he should protest, tell Meitou to let him up, to stop taking advantage, but the part of him that wanted this to stop spoke only in a very weak and unconvincing voice, right at the heart of him. It complained that he needed his control back, that being restrained and powerless wasn't right, that bad things would happen like they had before. He settled for a resistant, obstinate attitude towards the proceedings and willed Meitou to just get on with it already by kissing him back forcefully.
Meitou kissed him deeper, grinding up against him as his hand finally reached Therse's groin. Therse moaned and spread his thighs as far as he was able in the tight grip of the harness, the kneading actions of Meitou's palm making him hard as hell. The breath was deep and ragged through his lips as Meitou's tongue dragged along his jaw and into his ear.
He felt Meitou move and opened his eyes, trying his hardest to make out the man's actions through the confusion of the visor, and realized he was being straddled. His body ached for Meitou's lips again and he hissed when they returned, as Meitou bit down on him through the suit, flexed over him and rubbed along him, making Therse wish so badly to be free of the harness and able to grab him, able to tear the clothes from his body and push inside him. He tilted his hips against the pressure, meeting Meitou's groin as he thrust down. It was almost intolerably frustrating to be able to do nothing more than lie there and take it.
But it was plain to see, from his vitals and from the base actions of his body, overcome with want, that this was arousing him no end. Something that undoubtedly hadn't escaped the notice of the cold, tactical genius writhing above him.
Therse felt Meitou's tongue along his lips and opened his mouth, desperate for penetration. Meitou pulled away at first, teasing him until he moaned openly, then kissing him deep, hands up into Therse's hair as he dragged his hard body back and forth.
It was almost like they were fucking just as it was,
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