[ It's without warning that Midorima reaches the final moments before his petite mort. This entire thing has had him far too sleepy-headed to communicate properly or do much besides act like an oversized pillow queen or really have a panic about tentacles, and he's simply given into this far more easily than he could've let himself if he were awake when this started. He likes Tsumugi enough that accepting him wasn't really a problem so much as Midorima has too much trouble dealing with embarrassment. Really, this was the ideal way to break the sexual ice between them.
And these are all thoughts that Midorima isn't lost in right now, as all he can feel is the bright flashing of phosphenes behind his eyes as he shuts them too tightly, finally losing control of his hips and releasing a quick thrust into Tsumugi's mouth as his seed spills out on his tongue. The accompanying sound is impressive, a deep, dulcet grunt at the exact moment, followed by a low sigh and then light panting as he tries to catch his breath. ]
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And these are all thoughts that Midorima isn't lost in right now, as all he can feel is the bright flashing of phosphenes behind his eyes as he shuts them too tightly, finally losing control of his hips and releasing a quick thrust into Tsumugi's mouth as his seed spills out on his tongue. The accompanying sound is impressive, a deep, dulcet grunt at the exact moment, followed by a low sigh and then light panting as he tries to catch his breath. ]