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Issei would love to say Mio tastes sweet, but really, he tastes just like any other idol trainee would taste after practice: like overheated skin, expensive lotion, and sweat.
He smells like it, too, as Issei presses his nose to Mio's bare hip, curiously tracing the tip of his tongue down the seam between Mio's hip and thigh before dragging the flat of it across the poorly trimmed patch of pubic hair, short but uneven. It scratches at his mouth and tongue, enough to send him inappropriately laughing as he finally laps at the underside of Mio's cock, already hard for him. Mio, for his part, bites back both his gasp and the retort written across his blushing face, staring down at Issei as if he's the one who put Issei on his knees. Issei supposes he is, in a way. Issei certainly can't picture himself doing this for anyone else.
Issei licks another stripe up Mio's cock, wondering if he'll gasp for him again. Words are fun but unnecessary when they're like this, when Issei's got both his tongue and his eyes to rely on, when he has Mio's fingers twitching restlessly over his shoulders to guide him. Issei's own hands are still hooked in Mio's waistband, dragged down to mid-thigh, and Issei belatedly lets go to rest one hand on Mio's hip where his own saliva is still drying. The other curves around the base of Mio's cock, stroking shallowly as he steadies it, although the whole length still twitches when Issei flicks his tongue over the tip. He can't help but laugh again as he repeats the movement, Mio letting out an aborted whine when Issei finally wraps his lips around him properly, doing his best to curb his smile as he sucks around the head. One of Mio's hands flies to Issei's hair, tangling into the longer ends of his bangs.
Cute, Issei thinks. It's almost reassuring to know that even a guy like Mio can be cute sometimes.
As much as he'd like to watch Mio's face, Issei's eyes instinctively flutter shut as he sinks lower on Mio's cock, his head bobbing languidly as he hollows his cheeks. He uses his hand to continue stroking the lower half of his cock, keeping Mio comfortably in the space of his mouth, cradling the veined underside with the flat of his tongue. Mio's deceptively mundane salt-taste grows stronger and more bitter, precum dripping at the back of his mouth, and as Issei tries to swallow he finds himself choking instead, the new bitterness painting a line along the roof of his mouth as Issei abruptly pulls himself off Mio's cock.
Mio's eyes are wide when Issei looks up at him, his lips pinched nervously, his hands faintly trembling where they're still gripping Issei's hair and shoulder. "S-sorry," he manages.
Issei dramatically sighs, absentmindedly wiping his mouth to break the thread of spit still connecting them. "Mio-kun, I've told ya to stay still before, haven't I? My throat is precious to me as an idol, ya know?"
Mio nods, then shakes his head.
"No?" Issei asks.
"Today, I think…" Mio trails off, combing his fingers through Issei's hair. "I… can't, so… maybe… let me… on your…"
"Hmm? Speak up, Mio-kun. Being on my knees all day is no problem for me, but Subaru-kun might — "
Issei's breath hitches as Mio's fingers suddenly tighten, prying his head back by his bangs. Mio's opposite hand slips away from Issei's shoulder, wrapping around his own cock where Issei's had been. Mio's pressed lips wobble around the words he hasn't said, but the set of his brow is certain, his eyes impossibly bright for the dim corner they've hidden themselves away in. "Like this," he declares.
It takes an embarrassingly long moment for Issei to interpret his words. "Ah," he says, useless and needlessly ragged, then swallows around the lingering salt and saliva. "Mio-kun is surprisingly adventurous. Should I call ya something special too? I'm yer senior, but if it's just this once, I wouldn't mind if — "
"Issei," Mio interrupts. After a moment's hesitation, he starts to move his hand, a quick, twisting upstroke and a smooth downstroke, the selfish rhythm Mio seems to favor. His eyes go half-lidded, the hand in Issei's hair combing back his bangs before gripping firmly once more. Issei wheezes like the air's gone thin. "I…" He trails off again, his hand speeding up as his mind visibly races, a thousand responses flickering below his eyelids. "I've been thinking you would look good like this. I want to see what you look like, at least once."
"Ah," Issei repeats, just as useless as before, his hands falling limply to his lap as Mio continues to hold his head in place, stroking himself in front of Issei's mouth, the wet tip bumping against Issei's lips when he unconsciously rolls his hips forward. "Is my face really that pretty?" he asks, licking the precum off his lips. "Ya want to ruin it like some girl's? Is that what Mio-kun's been thinkin' about?"
As Issei speaks, Mio's mouth silently parts, his breath stuttering as the hand around his cock grows frantic and clumsy, the hand in Issei's hair reflexively pulling. Issei shivers, his own cock pulsing underneath his clothes, twitching against its confines. "Ya close, Mio-kun?" he rasps.
"Close your eyes," Mio blurts in answer.
Issei closes his eyes.
He hears him first, the punched out groan from Mio's parted lips, nearly drowning out the first splatter of cum on Issei's cheek. Issei can't help but gasp at the feeling, hot and liquid, dripping down to his jaw and into his mouth, shooting up toward his eyelids and forehead as Mio continues to stroke himself, the sound of his fingers dragging against his skin slowing but not stopping, another splatter of cum spider-webbing across Issei's lips and chin.
Issei exhales shakily, running his tongue along his teeth and the roof of his mouth, marveling at the bitter film that's managed to coat them. Slowly, he reaches up toward one of his closed eyes, swiping the dripping liquid away from his eyelid before peeking his eye open, grinning crookedly when he meets Mio's flushed face, rosy like a fever.
"Satisfied, Mio-kun?" he drawls. "Does my face live up to yer fantasies? No, I must be even better than ya imagined, right?"
Mio flushes darker.
"'Stop phrasing everything like a question when you know the answer!' It's written all over yer face."
"And my cum is all over yours, so should you really be talking about what is on people's faces so casually?!"
Issei's jaw momentarily drops before he bursts into laughter, haphazardly wiping off his other eye. "Sometimes, ya really say the cruelest things, Mio-kun."
"T-that's — !"