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“And they think I'm the nasty one. Look at you, Sagawa.” Nishitani never thought somebody could look so unimpressed while sucking cock, but Sagawa managed it. The look is a simple reminder that while Nishitani may be the one getting off right now, he isn't the one in control. The look doesn’t stop his mouth running though, it never has. “How lucky ya are to be close with someone versed in this. Ya know how hard pissin’ is to do while hard?” He pauses, snickering. “Well, I suppose you probably do actually.”
Sagawa’s hand moves up to clamp around Nishitani’s balls as his mouth moves off his cock. “You won’t if you keep up the chatter so be a pal and cut it out, huh?” Nishitani’s hips jolt a little at the squeeze on his balls, but the words discourage him more than the grasp. Nishitani gets a momentary frown, mostly a fake that passes quickly into a grin. His hand slips easily to the top of Sagawa’s head and his fingers push through the short grey hair. A part of him is disappointed in how short he always keeps it. There’s no good length to grasp and use against him. Of course, Sagawa isn’t the sort to give leverage that easy anyway unless he wants it to be had. Lucky for Nishitani Sagawa’s in a more giving mood than his tone lets on.
With little force from Nishitani, his grasp spurs Sagawa to take the cock back in his mouth. He sinks down the length like an old pro. The grip on Nishitani’s sack loosens into more of a fondle, allowing it to be rolled gently in hand. The hand not on Sagawa’s head reaches for a drink of gold champagne. When he’d first seen it Nishitani couldn’t help laughing. Apparently Sagawa has more humor in him than he thought. The taste is on par with the price so he drinks more. After all, he won’t be able to get the job done on an empty tank.
Nishitani nearly chokes when Sagawa’s tongue flicks over the underside of his cock where his foreskin meets the head. He looks down and Sagawa’s eyes are on him, watching his reaction intently as his tongue repeats the motion. His cock jolts in Sagawa’s mouth. Sagawa looks bored despite his sharp eyes. His mouth lazily moves off of the cock, Nishitani’s hand allowing him. He trails a strip with his tongue down the underside before moving to Nishitani’s balls. His hand moves to Nishitani's cock to make way for his mouth. Sagawa sucks on one of the hefty orbs carefully. His eyes close as he lets off to drag his tongue up the crease between his balls.
“Fuck, Sagawa, you could get paid for this.” Sagawa knows Nishitani well enough to know that's a great compliment in his eyes. He pulls back so he can watch Nishitani's foreskin engulf the head of his cock on the upstroke of his hand. He'd never admit how much he enjoys the sight, but there's a certain appeal to seeing the glistening pink head disappear and reemerge from the extra skin. His tongue swipes over the pulled back skin, wanting to taste the precum glistening off of it from where it'd touched the head.
“Lean back on the table.” The command takes him by surprise, but Nishitani follows. Sagawa adjusts his kneeling position so that Nishitani's shoe rests just below his crotch. Suddenly Nishitani understands, slipping his foot out from under Sagawa and resting his leather sole on the bulge of Sagawa’s pants. Sagawa pushes up against the leather. It let's Nishitani know he can press harder so he does, grinding his shoe down on Sagawa's cock.
It's the thing he's always loved about Sagawa, he has this ability to take control even when he's the one being stepped on. He's always commanding even on his knees. Few people can pull it off and actually make Nishitani listen, but Sagawa had perfected the art.
“ Didn't even have to ask you this time. You're learning, Homare.” And few had the same condescending tone. Nishitani never lets it get to him. They've done this to many times for that.
" Figured I'd spare you the embarrassment of begging, Tsu-chan. You're welcome!” He grins at Sagawa's unimpressed face. He isn't sure if he's won this round or if Sagawa’s just eager enough to move on that he lets it go. Either way his mouth moves back onto Nishitani's cock. He settles into a quicker pace than last time, sucking earnestly rather than teasing.Nishitani swallows hard at the sudden change of pace. He gives a test buck to see how much Sagawa will let him get away with. When he isn't stopped he does it again a little harder. Sagawa looks up at him but doesn't protest. His grip on Sagawa's head steels, giving him no leeway to pull back. He thrusts to meet each dip of Sagawa's mouth, eager to make a mess of his face.
Sagawa manages to keep composed at first, used to Nishitani's rough ways, favouring them if he were to be honest. He'll never admit it to anyone else of course, but he craves the sloppy mess that Nishitani leaves him in. Nishitani's pace changes though. Sagawa can't keep up with him and the first choke comes. He can feel Sagawa struggling around his cock, can see the drool sputtering out onto his chin. He almost blows his load down Sagawa's throat right then and there, but manages to keep it together. Sagawa stops trying to keep up with him entirely. The pace is relentless and so he just allows it to happen, sucking in breaths when he has the chance as Nishitani uses his mouth.
Sagawa's hands slip to Nishitani's hips for something to hold on to. The hard leather against his own crotch presses just a little harder and he grinds against it. He starts slow but speeds up to match Nishitani's wild thrusts, spurred on by the groans above him. "Fuck, Tsukasa. I'm gonna cover that stern fuckin’ face a' yers. I wanna see me drippin' off of ya."
He can hear the moan choked by another thrust of his cock. "Ya like it when I'm say I'm gonna make a mess of you? Didn't know you were such a slut, Tsu-chan." He earns a glare in return, but it's hard to take serious with the tears and drool wetting Sagawa's face. He decides to knock it off anyway with a hard press of his foot. Sagawa squeezes Nishitani's hips, another moan getting muffled by the cock sliding down his throat.
Nishitani pulls his cock out of Sagawa's mouth, earning him a confused and damn near desperate look. He can feel how close he is though and he wants to make it good. "Ya want my cum?" Sagawa doesn't answer, but Nishitani knows. "Beg for it. Beg real damn pretty for me, Tsu-chan. Tell me how much ya want me to cum all over that face."
Sagawa's stares back defiantly so Nishitani ups the stakes. "Stubborn as ever. I can get my rocks off anywhere, babe, you're the one that called me here." He moves to start maneuvering his cock back into his pants. Sagawa grabs his wrists.
"Please." It's quiet, but he still hears it. Nishitani grins.
"Please what?" Sagawa pauses and Nishitani watches him struggle. Nishitani grinds his shoe down. Sagawa relents, stealing himself to bite the bullet.
"Please cum on me," there's a moment of hesitation before he continues. "I need you ta make a mess of me, Homare.
It's all he needs to hear and he's thankful cause his bladder is starting to whine at him too. He pulls Sagawa in close, letting his balls rest against his mouth while he jerks off. It takes only a few pumps to get him to spill, pushing Sagawa back just enough for his cum to splatter across his face. White strings splay across his closed eye, cheeks, and along his lips. Nishitani thinks it compliments the spit and tear streaks perfectly. "Ya look so damn good like that, Tsukasa." He appreciates it a moment as Sagawa licks the head of his cock clean. "You ready for the big finish? I don't think I can hold it anymore."
He gets his answer in the form of Sagawa's mouth opening. The hand on Sagawa moves to cup his cheek as Nishitani relaxes himself. The first yellow splash hits Sagawa's cheek and Nishitani adjusts until the stream pours onto his tongue. Sagawa holds his mouth open, letting the hot piss flood his mouth and splash against his lips. He humps against Nishitani's shoe causing the liquid to spill out and down his jawline with each thrust. He tries to swallow more down, but more takes it's place. Small dribbles down his chin turn into small streams that soak in shirt. Had he not though ahead and brought a spare he might have been mad, but in the moment as the salty piss soaks his tongue he's not so sure he cares to change his shirt. He realizes it doesn't matter anyway as he spills his seed into his pants. He nearly chokes as his hips jerk up against the shoe in a few short thrusts.
Eventually the stream peters off, Nishitani wiping the last beads onto Sagawa's lips. Sagawa struggles to swallow down his mouthful, but manages, gasping in air when he's done. He's more tired than he's felt in a long time. Nishitani lets him catch his breath before hoisting him up onto his feet. Sagawa looks confused a moment until Nishitani leads him to a mirror. He's disgusting. The eye that isn't closed looks over the cum, piss, and spit clinging to his facial hair. His tear lines have dried streaks and the eye he can look at is bloodshot. He watches his chest heave in air.
"Is it everything ya wanted, Sagawa?" Nishitani's voice is soft, but proud. The use of his more proper name takes him by surprise, but he doesn't think too deeply, not that he can think deeply at all right now. He simply nods. "Wanna look a little longer or want me ta get you a rag?" Sagawa takes a long, content breath.
"Hot towels are in the holder over there." Nishitani kisses the back of his head before going for the towels and Sagawa rolls his eyes. He'll allow the sweet things for the moment. He's too tired to get back to normal yet.