the first time you get intimate with kita, he cums almost immediately when your hands wrap around his cock. his reason? he doesn’t really use his hands often, opting to humping his sheets.
Rub your pretty boy’s bulge. Palm him so good over his pants then reach in but only touch him through his underwear. Start stroking him and teasing the head just like that, watch the wet stains form on his underwear. Such a pretty boy.
calling aone your “pretty, pretty boy” when you’re riding him, smiling breathlessly at how pink his cheeks and ears get, choking it out even when he flips you over and forgets his strength as he fucks you so hard you can’t breathe.
the more you say it, the harder it is for you to walk the next day.
my brain is rotting by the mere thought of suna rintarou being so fucking talented at shibari, i mean it in the way that not only does it entail him expertly weaving through knots but also the pure aesthetic value of it? sometimes he even includes flowers that matches the colour of the rope to either complement your complexion or to stand out stark against your skin, not that it matters, it always ends with you looking beautifully debauched. but also? the way he’ll bend your limbs this way and that just to find new and inventive ways of braiding strands of them together so the slightest of flinches, squirms, even the way you breathe, has a part of the rope pressing against you even harder, providing constant stimulation that never seems to stop — unless he says so. god, just the imagery of suna’s absolutely ridiculously beautiful fingers meticulously tying each rope around your body is making my heart hurt so bad, i love one (1) man and his name is suna rintarou.
shy n quiet boys who languidly thrust into you with a breathless whisper of “so good baby, you feel so good.” his hands pinning yours down above you, his lips on the shell of your ear-only the sounds of his hushed praises and deep groans making your mind go fuzzy ->Asahi, Kindaichi, OSAMU, Kenma, Kinoshita, Yamaguchi, SAKUSA, Washio, Hyakuzawa, AONE, Kunimi, Akaashi, Sachiro, KITA, Kuguri, MONIWA
akiteru puts up a little bit of a fight, but that’s okay.
you’ve talked about it and you can see it in his eyes: he wants to lose. he wants you to push him, to rub him over his pants in public, to whisper dirty shit in his ear in front of his family. he wants you to fluster him so he’s hard and has to run into the nearest bathroom to take care of the problem. he wants you to feel him up while you’re watching a movie. he wants you to completely ignore him when he says “not right now” and keep rubbing your hand over the head of his cock. he wants to cum while begging you to stop, and he wants you to force him to cum again immediately after, laughing at the strained begging noises he makes. he wants to protest and say that your strap is too big, that it’ll hurt him, that it won’t fit, but he wants you to insist that it will, and then (lovingly) make it fit. he wants to feel you pushing back against him as he tries to resist. he wants to feel owned and completely helpless.
you know what’s best for him. his body is yours. his mind is melting into your hands. use him. control him. it’s okay. he’s begging for it.
grips your cheeks between tattooed fingers and urges you to loll your tongue out. it’s not until you follow suit with a girlish giggle that he’s smirking down at you and puckering up his lips to drop a fat wad of saliva straight onto the middle of your tongue before leaning down to drag his own tongue across yours to spread the spit out evenly, the silver ball sitting on his muscle making you hum out in contentment as he pulls away with a single string of drool stretching between you two to keep you both connected.
