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It's a surprise when Kurosawa stops for the second time.
He's been sucking Adachi off with steady patience and the slow buildup of pleasure is so perfect that Adachi forgets what's coming, and who's not. He gets so close, his fingers tight in Kurosawa's hair and a moan rising in his throat.
And then Kurosawa pulls away.
It's like it registers with a delay, and for a moment Adachi's still climbing higher — until there's the shock of nothing and he's left gasping for air. A shiver takes over his body, either from the sudden loss of Kurosawa's touch or from the sensation of air on the wet head of his cock, so cold after the heat of Kurosawa's mouth.
His hand is trying to push Kurosawa's head back down, so Kurosawa has to fight a bit against his hold as he moves up Adachi's body, pressing his lips to his stomach.
"You're okay," Kurosawa's saying as he trails kisses up Adachi's chest, to his collarbone, his neck. "You're doing great, Adachi."
Adachi squeezes his eyes shut and breathes through it, willing himself down from the edge.
Finally he calms down enough to relax his body. It takes some effort, but he manages to kind of melt into the bed.
"That's it, that's good." Kurosawa kisses the words into the skin over Adachi's jaw, and pushes up a bit to look at his face. "Okay?"
Adachi tries to focus his eyes on Kurosawa. "Okay."
Kurosawa drops a kiss on the corner of Adachi's mouth, on his cheek. He's so close that when Adachi blows out a breath, it ruffles Kurosawa's hair.
"Okay," Kurosawa repeats. And then he trails one fingertip, just gently, from the base of Adachi's cock up to the head.
Oh god, oh no, Adachi's not okay after all. The touch feels like an electric shock, making his cock twitch hard, and he gives a pained whimper even as his hips push up into it.
But then there's nothing to push into, because Kurosawa's hands are on Adachi's face, wiping away the tears he didn't realize he'd squeezed out.
"Shh, darling," Kurosawa murmurs. "We can stop if it's too much. Or do you want to come now? You've done so well."
The question is the meanest thing so far, because of course Adachi wants to come. He's been seconds away from it twice now and he can still almost feel it, just barely out of reach. He can't say he's not tempted to take the out, and it's not like Kurosawa would be disappointed if he did.
But the thing is, he's not doing this for Kurosawa. Kurosawa's doing this for him.
It was Adachi who managed to stutter out, "You could. Make me wait. Maybe," and then somehow survived the intrigued questions as Kurosawa tried to figure out exactly what he meant.
But the mortifying ordeal of talking about what he wants to try in bed was worth it. This is already so much better than anything Adachi has managed alone, and Kurosawa hasn't even let him come yet. How good is it going to feel if they take it even further?
He blinks his eyes open to Kurosawa's worried face. "No, I — I can…"
"I know you can," Kurosawa says, like that's not even in question, his eyes searching Adachi's face.
Adachi gathers himself enough to sound convincing, and says a quiet "Please."
Kurosawa's eyes flutter shut for a moment as he draws in a breath.
"One more time." Kurosawa dips down to press a kiss to Adachi's cheek, like he can't wait any longer to touch him. "One more, and then you can let go. Does that sound good?"
He trails his hand down Adachi's chest, sending a shiver through him, this one warm.
"Yes," Adachi breathes, and Kurosawa's long fingers wrap around his cock.
He just holds it for a long moment at first, getting Adachi reacquainted with his touch while he nuzzles Adachi's cheek. Then he kisses down to Adachi's neck and starts stroking his cock.
Adachi would be rushing — he always does when he tries this on his own, too keyed up after backing off the first time to tease himself any more. But Kurosawa is patient.
He's jerking Adachi off slowly, almost leisurely, his grip light enough not to be too much now that Adachi's grown oversensitive. He starts talking too, about how well Adachi's doing, how good it's going to feel, how "I can't believe I get to do this. God, you're so hot. Is this what you wanted, Adachi?"
This is beyond what Adachi imagined, but he can only moan his agreement.
It's hard to say what does it — the steady stream of praise murmured against his flushed skin, or the perfect slow pulls of Kurosawa's hand, or all of it, just everything Kurosawa gives him — but it makes his eyes burn, makes tears rise up with the tide of his pleasure. They trickle down his temples and drip on his ears as he draws in air in wet little gasps.
He forgets himself again, his whine of "Kurosawa" not meant as a warning, it's just — it's so good he's going to —
But then Kurosawa stops, his touch abruptly gone. Adachi slaps his hand against the mattress and grits his teeth around a sob.
Kurosawa's hand is on his neck next, his thumb stroking back and forth under his ear. "Breathe, Adachi."
So Adachi tries. He focuses on that small touch, on breathing in and out, until the desperation melts into a shivery buzz of arousal. It's just what he's been after, and he drifts in it, slowly relaxing into Kurosawa's sheets with a sigh.
"Perfect," Kurosawa says, swooping in to press his lips to Adachi's temple, kissing his tears away. "You're perfect."
Adachi blinks his wet eyelashes open when Kurosawa pulls up. It takes his eyes a second to focus on Kurosawa's face, and Kurosawa gives him a slightly shaky smile.
"How do you want to come, sweetheart? Is my mouth good?"
Kurosawa's mouth is always so good, and now it feels almost like Adachi could come just from the thought of having it back around his cock. He manages a watery "Uh-huh."
One more kiss to the corner of his mouth, and Kurosawa doesn't waste any more time before he crawls down the bed and cradles Adachi's cock in his hand. He licks up the shaft once and slides his lips around the head.
Adachi's mouth falls open on a moan as his cock is surrounded in the familiar wet warmth. Kurosawa's not teasing anymore, though he's not rushing either, just sucking and working the rest with his hand in a perfect rhythm that brings Adachi back to the edge in no time.
But now that Adachi can let go, it's actually difficult. Suspended on the brink of orgasm, he says Kurosawa's name again, dazed and confused.
Of course Kurosawa knows just what to do. He smooths his hand up Adachi's side and hums permission around Adachi's cock, and with this last gentle push Adachi tips over the edge.
His release crashes over him at last. It ripples through his whole body, wave after wave of overwhelming pleasure sweeping him away. He lets himself drown in it, only dimly aware of the noises he's making. He can be embarrassed about them later, when he's not busy feeling his orgasm in his fingertips, his toes, the roots of his hair.
Kurosawa strokes up and down his side, gentling him through it even as he continues sucking lightly, making Adachi tremble with the aftershocks. Finally he pulls off at Adachi's whimper when it gets too much.
Adachi focuses on catching his breath. After a while he opens his eyes to see Kurosawa hovering over him with a careful expression.
"Okay?" Kurosawa asks, watching him intently.
That's a massive understatement, but Adachi's mind is too fuzzy with bliss to put it into words, so he just hums in agreement. "Thank you."
Kurosawa's eyes start smiling first, curving into little crescents, and then his mouth follows. Adachi squints a little, mostly out of habit, as Kurosawa beams at him.
Adachi would pull him closer, but that would require moving, and his limbs are currently melting into Kurosawa's bed as his afterglow sets in. He can only mumble, "Come here."
Kurosawa obliges, dipping in to press their lips together. Moving his mouth proves to be too much effort right now, but Adachi can at least let Kurosawa kiss him. He parts his lips at Kurosawa's gentle urging and gives a little mmm when Kurosawa deepens the kiss.
Maybe it's just Adachi's imagination, but it's like he can taste himself in Kurosawa's mouth, and the thought sends a little thrill through him. With heroic effort he succeeds in raising his arm enough to wrap it around Kurosawa's back and pull him down.
Kurosawa resists for a second, but then he sinks down on top of Adachi. He makes a little sound when his cock presses into the side of Adachi's belly, like he's surprised to remember that he hasn't come yet. But he only makes one aborted push before he seems to rein himself in. He settles down, licking into Adachi's mouth with no apparent hurry.
Adachi doesn't need the reminder of Kurosawa's hard cock pressing hot against his skin. He just needs a little more time. Just a few more minutes of floating in pleasure and lazily making out with Kurosawa, before he's going to will his limbs into a solid state.
And then it'll be time to reward Kurosawa's patience.