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"W-wait, Lion — "
Lion grunts, briefly lifting his head from between Issei's legs. He stares at Issei with narrowed eyes, his neck straining to hold Issei's gaze, not even bothering to lean up on his elbows from where he's lying on his stomach across the mattress, calves bent up to fit inside the bunk. He's panting, his mouth wet and parted, and the way he licks his lips has Issei both shivering and despairing. "I jus' came, dontcha think it'd be polite to let yer partner recover? Jus' a lil'?"
"But it's just my mouth."
Issei lets out a strained bout of laughter, letting his head fall back against the wall of Lion's bunk, focusing on the wooden slats separating it from the bed above it. "That's sort've the problem."
Lion grunts again, leaning his cheek against Issei's inner thigh, idly rubbing his face against it. He must have shaved this morning, for it to be this smooth. "If you really wanted me to stop, you would have said so."
"Cheeky," Issei mumbles back. It's not that Lion's wrong, per say, but would it kill him to be a bit more considerate?
… Actually, it probably would, huh? Stupid Lion.
Lion takes his silence as concession, burying his face in between Issei's legs once more. Issei's hips are already propped up by one of Lion's pillows, but Lion hikes him up higher with his hands, his fingertips digging into Issei's thighs. Issei muffles a whine behind pursed lips as Lion laps over his entrance, broad licks that leave spit cooling on Issei's skin. Issei's body still feels a bit like a live wire, his hips buzzing in the same way his ears ring after a concert, the muscles in his legs jumping when when Lion switches from long licks to circling his rim with the tip of his tongue.
Despite his refusal to wait, Lion's movements are languid, slowly working Issei open as he licks and prods, occasionally wrapping his lips fully over Issei's entrance to suck around him. Issei's mouth falls open, his eyelids fluttering, his body unsure what to do with the wet sensation. By the time Lion finally deigns to relax his jaw, pulling away and shifting his arms to pry Issei's thighs farther apart, Issei's spent cock is impossibly twitching off his stomach, Issei letting out a choked noise as his abdomen swoops.
Lion hums, his lips vibrating against Issei's skin. "See?" he says, pleased in a way he rarely gets. "You're hard again already."
Without warning, he lets go of one of Issei's thighs to trail his hand upward, his fingers brushing over Issei's cock, and Issei jerks away like he's been burned. "Don't go touchin' it yet!" he blurts, his voice cracking in a way that'd be mortifying, had it been anyone but Lion between his legs.
It's still a little embarrassing when Lion peeks up at him once more, his eyebrows rising with undisguised interested. "Yet?" he repeats.
Ah, Issei thinks. Saying that might've been a mistake.
Issei doesn't have time to contemplate, though, not when Lion's wet mouth is on him again, his own surprised moan stuttering with another truly embarrassing crack of his voice as Lion pushes his tongue more firmly inside him. Feeling himself part around Lion's tongue is a sensation he'll never get used to, no matter how many times Lion does it, Lion's nose nuzzling into the space behind his balls when he tries to press somehow closer, his tongue pushing deeper into the give of Issei's body.
Issei only vaguely registers the click of the lube bottle and the slick sound of Lion spreading it over his fingers, but it's impossible to miss the way those solid fingertips nudge over his entrance, a jarringly blunt pressure next to the flick of Lion's tongue. "Lion," Issei manages, his heart racing with something that might be panic, "I thought ya were jus' gonna use yer mouth?"
Lion slurps at the skin next to his fingers, briefly pulling his tongue back inside his mouth to speak. "Changed my mind," he states, then slides one of his long fingers into Issei before he can reply, Issei inhaling sharply as it sinks easily down to the knuckle. Lion makes a noise like he's startled, like he's not the one splitting Issei open, crooking his finger before giving an experimental thrust, Issei's breath punching out of him in a too-large puff. "… You're soft inside."
Issei can't help but laugh again, covering his suddenly warm face with trembling fingers, his breathing going ragged as Lion takes the opportunity to stretch him as he pleases, wasting no time pushing a second finger into him and scissoring him apart. He must really be soft inside, relaxed from that first quick finish and Lion's insistent mouth, for how little resistance his body seems to put up. Did he really hafta say it, though?
Issei bites his lip, reflexively squirming as Lion's tongue darts between his spread fingers, Lion's free arm hooking around Issei's thigh and squeezing in reply. Issei takes the warning for what it is, forcing himself to a shaking stillness as Lion continues to pull him apart with his fingers and circle his rim with his tongue, Issei's own lips turning white under the force of his teeth. His mouth falls open again when Lion fits a third finger into him, fucking upward as Lion tucks his knees underneath himself, peeling his body up from the bed.
Lion's eyes are wild, his pupils blown wide as they scan down Issei's frame, stopping at where his fingers are still fucking into Issei. His bangs curl with sweat, messy across his forehead, his lips wet and slightly swollen from his efforts. When Issei lets his own gaze trail downward, it's impossible to miss the way Lion's cock is already straining against his sweatpants, a dark spot forming on the cotton. Issei swallows.
"Still want to wait?" Lion asks him. His voice is bored, but he doesn't bother hiding the smirk rising on his face, as handsome as it is infuriating.
"Yer terrible," Issei replies instead of answering, then rolls his hips toward Lion's thrusting fingers.
Lion scoffs, still faintly smiling. "Don't say I didn't ask."
"Ya talk big, but yer still fully dressed. I'm already far ahead of ya, see? Ya ever gonna bother catchin' up?"
Lion clicks his tongue, but he's already reaching around Issei with his opposite hand, searching blindly for one of the condoms they've shoved between the bed frame and the mattress. Issei gasps when Lion abruptly pulls his fingers out of him, soiled fingers steadying themselves against Issei's hip. Lion's gaze darts upward at the noise, both of them blinking at the sudden proximity, the tips of Lion's bangs tickling Issei's nose. "Lion?" Issei prompts, tilting his head.
Shaking his head, Lion pushes away from him, bringing the condom packet up to his teeth to open it. Issei takes the time to slide himself down the bed, lying properly over the covers and setting one of Lion's pillows beneath his head. All of his efforts go to waste as soon as he's settled, of course — Issei yelps as Lion grabs him by the back of the knee, tugging Issei's leg upward until his spine pulls off the bed, Issei's lower body twisting sideways as his head thumps onto the mattress. Lion straddles his other thigh, the hand not digging into Issei's kneecap wrapping around his own cock, lining himself up with Issei's entrance.
Issei barely has time to inhale, let alone speak — being yanked around like this can not be good for his hips — before Lion is pushing into him, one long, smooth thrust that has Issei's breath punching out of him once more, lungs emptying as Lion's cock stretches and fills him, hot and slick with excess lube. Lion's head tilts back, his shoulders relaxing with inappropriate relief, his balls lightly dragging over Issei's inner thigh as he pulls out just enough to snap his hips forward again.
Lion's lack of regard is nothing new, but it still has Issei scrambling for purchase, one hand clawing at the mattress while the other grabs at Lion's shoulder, his nails digging in. Lion only grunts, quickly finding a rhythm as Issei squeezes around him, Issei pressing his open mouth against the covers to muffle his pants. His raised leg trembles in Lion's grip, his cock jumping off his stomach every time Lion manages to brush over his prostate, although Issei doubts it's on purpose. Always selfish, when it comes to him. Not that Issei can say he truly hates it.
Lion tugs his leg higher, Issei's hand falling from Lion's shoulder as he winces at the strain, even as his toes curl when Lion slides deeper into him. "Thought you would have more to say," Lion observes, voice gruff but even, his face flushed an exerted pink, "after all that talk earlier."
"Yer — " Issei forces himself to breathe, long and steady. "Yer the one who wanted to use yer mouth. Give poor Issei-kun a break for once, won't ya?"
"Hm." Lion blinks down at him, his eyes half-lidded and dark. "No."
"No? Only a brute like Lion would say somethin' so — "
Issei cuts himself off with a groan, the sound melting into a whimper as Lion pushes his face toward the mattress, forcing Issei's torso into a near-uncomfortable twist, his thigh and hip burning at the extended stretch. The tip of his cock brushes against the bedsheets, his hips reflexively attempting to twitch toward the friction, but his muscles only twinge at the stretch.
"Lion," Issei grits out, his breath hiccuping as Lion speeds up, his thrusts growing erratic.
"Are you close again?" Lion guesses. "Going to cum again for me?"
Issei flings a hand upward, weakly hitting against Lion's chest. "There's no way I'm cummin' untouched like this."
"Thought you told me not to touch it."
Issei groans again. "That's not — " Issei trails off, sweating, squirming, the back of his knee disgustingly slick in Lion's palm, Lion's fingers pressing harder into his skin to keep him in place. Lion's other hand remains tangled in the hair at the back of Issei's head, pushing Issei down without a care. Issei's gut clenches. "Lion," he tries, pitching his voice sweetly. As expected, Lion doesn't budge, stubborn as he's ever been, maybe even more so when he knows he's close to what he's craving. Issei closes his eyes. "Lion, please?"
Lion huffs, satisfied, the hand in Issei's hair sliding down his spine, then dancing across his ribs, and then finally skimming over Issei's cock, long fingers wrapping firmly around him. Issei whines and jerks, his cock pulsing in Lion's hand, and Issei can only pray he doesn't pull anything as he arches, cum shooting over Lion's fingers and onto the mattress. Distantly, he hears Lion curse, his hips stuttering before stilling, still buried in Issei as he empties into the condom.
Issei sighs in relief as his leg is eventually eased downward, his hands automatically massaging at his hip and upper thigh, and only vaguely registers Lion pulling out of him. When he does bother to blink his vision back into focus, it's to the sight of Lion slowly licking Issei's cum from his hand, working his way along each finger with a thoroughness that can't possibly be anything less than theatrical.
"Yer disgustin'," Issei concludes.
Lion predictably shrugs. "I have to brush my teeth anyway."