[ it's a good thing that tsumugi's so engrossed with this that he didn't notice midorima's already awakened, because he would've stopped right there out of sheer embarrassment. it'd be too late for him to stop anyway, something that he'd dimly discovered when he'd done it with eichi the first time. still, he does try his best to keep it down as much as possible --
until he pulls out midorima's cock, that is. he really couldn't resist anymore, and he starts laving his tongue up and down his length, working his mouth on the rip and lapping up any beads of precum that's starting to leak out. ah, right, he hasn't prepared breakfast yet, but he's already feasting on his roommate's dick for no real reason other than the moons getting a hold of his thoughts. tsumugi truly is terrible...
it's fine, it'll all be over soon. the sooner midorima comes, the sooner tsumugi will clean up and creep out like nothing's happened. though it is kind of weird that his roommate would still be asleep - or at least tsumugi thinks he still is, despite all the loud sucking sounds he's been making with his mouth. and if his tentacles wrapping around his shaft won't wake him up somehow, nothing will. ]
[ The sounds are possibly the most flustering part of this. Midorima's still new to this, still easy to phase and as he feels the hot heat of Tsumugi's mouth directly against his arousal he finds his body loudly sending a signal to him that this probably isn't a dream. It's too hot, too wet, it feels too good.
Midorima reaches up with both of his arms to cover his face, his glasses getting dislodged again as he does. He would normally be much more careful with them, but he can feel his face heating up just as much as his lower body as his brain starts to wake up more and more and realize this definitely isn't a dream.
Then he feels the tentacles and he can't quite identify what that is. He genuinely doesn't recognize that sensation. Mouth and hands he can identify, but even if he's seen Tsumugi during the moons before, his brain just doesn't click with what it is. ]
Aoba, what--
[ That's all he manages to get out though, a low but pleasured gasp cutting off his question. ]
[ tsumugi looks up at midorima's gasp, but then he realizes that he's still concealed by the blanket, whoops. did midorima wake up just now, or was he already awake the entire time?
tsumugi should stop, come up with a completely logical excuse as to why he decided to his roommate this kind of wake-up call, yet he's still licking away at the tip of his cock. ah, it's not so easy to back off now that he's started, is it? ]
Good morning, Midorima-kun... [ he whispers almost guiltily, the tendrils of his hair still clinging onto the shaft and lightly stroking it all on their own. ] Please, just lay there... It'll all be over soon.
[ give him more time to finish it off while thinking up an explanation for this, all while opening his mouth and swallowing midorima's cock hole down to the hilt to see how far he can go before pulling away to catch his breath. and again, and again, until tsumugi's throat gets used to it. ]
[ Midorima has a lot he's going to say about this later. Tsumugi is absolutely not going to get out of this without at least a lecture about self-control and private bedroom space. There's not a damn word he can think of to start that lecture with right now though, and he certainly has no intention of asking him to stop. Doing so right now would result in balls bluer than the boy next to them's hair.
He makes what's either a groan or a grumpy noise (it's hard to tell-- probably both) and ends up moving his arm down to put his fingers in Tsumugi's hair. Or tentacles. Whichever. He's not thinking, he just wants something to hold onto, so it's happening before he can stop himself.
When he does manage to speak, the word that comes out is in a softer tone than normal, one that has a vague sense of need to it underneath the bossy tone. ]
[ oh, he's not objecting to this. not like midorima has anywhere to go from here anyway, if he ever decides to make tsumugi stop this nonsense. the hand on his mophead together with that soft tone of voice urging him to hurry register in his mind, and tsumugi picks up the pace by swallowing more of his length, tongue caressing along the underside of his cock as he pulls away to catch his breath, before diving right in again.
he's hoping he's doing something right here, since this is his first time giving one and all. they don't exactly make it as descriptive in books, so tsumugi is pretty much going by instinct here, prioritizing speed over technique for now. ]
[ Midorima hasn't had a blowjob before, so he doesn't have much to compare it to. As long as Tsumugi isn't using teeth, he's not likely to complain. It's hot and it feels good, and it's very tempting to just grab his face and start thrusting into Tsumugi's mouth at his own pace.
Instead, he makes an almost frustrated groan. He's not sure what more he wants- he's too groggy to even figure out how to properly vocalize it and he's not experienced enough with oral to know what to ask for, but he wants more. ]
More, Aoba-- wetter.
[ Whatever Tsumugi's doing is working as it is though, even if he's asking for more. His breathing is less steady already, and the muscles in his pelvis are twitching as if he's fighting to keep himself still.. ]
[ tsumugi wouldn't complain if midorima wants it deeper, but he'd rather not embarrass himself and choke himself on his dick. this is already hard to explain as it is.
but he did say more, which is what tsumugi needed to hear with his not-so-stellar self-esteem despite literally dominating midorima right now. so he pulls his mouth away momentarily to lick all over his length, covering it with his drool, before he focuses on sucking on his tip yet again while the tendrils that make up his hair right now wrap themselves around the shaft and slowly stroke him up and down.
everything just feels and sounds wet down here, just the way midorima likes it. ]
[ 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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until he pulls out midorima's cock, that is. he really couldn't resist anymore, and he starts laving his tongue up and down his length, working his mouth on the rip and lapping up any beads of precum that's starting to leak out. ah, right, he hasn't prepared breakfast yet, but he's already feasting on his roommate's dick for no real reason other than the moons getting a hold of his thoughts. tsumugi truly is terrible...
it's fine, it'll all be over soon. the sooner midorima comes, the sooner tsumugi will clean up and creep out like nothing's happened. though it is kind of weird that his roommate would still be asleep - or at least tsumugi thinks he still is, despite all the loud sucking sounds he's been making with his mouth. and if his tentacles wrapping around his shaft won't wake him up somehow, nothing will. ]
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Midorima reaches up with both of his arms to cover his face, his glasses getting dislodged again as he does. He would normally be much more careful with them, but he can feel his face heating up just as much as his lower body as his brain starts to wake up more and more and realize this definitely isn't a dream.
Then he feels the tentacles and he can't quite identify what that is. He genuinely doesn't recognize that sensation. Mouth and hands he can identify, but even if he's seen Tsumugi during the moons before, his brain just doesn't click with what it is. ]
Aoba, what--
[ That's all he manages to get out though, a low but pleasured gasp cutting off his question. ]
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[ tsumugi looks up at midorima's gasp, but then he realizes that he's still concealed by the blanket, whoops. did midorima wake up just now, or was he already awake the entire time?
tsumugi should stop, come up with a completely logical excuse as to why he decided to his roommate this kind of wake-up call, yet he's still licking away at the tip of his cock. ah, it's not so easy to back off now that he's started, is it? ]
Good morning, Midorima-kun... [ he whispers almost guiltily, the tendrils of his hair still clinging onto the shaft and lightly stroking it all on their own. ] Please, just lay there... It'll all be over soon.
[ give him more time to finish it off while thinking up an explanation for this, all while opening his mouth and swallowing midorima's cock hole down to the hilt to see how far he can go before pulling away to catch his breath. and again, and again, until tsumugi's throat gets used to it. ]
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He makes what's either a groan or a grumpy noise (it's hard to tell-- probably both) and ends up moving his arm down to put his fingers in Tsumugi's hair. Or tentacles. Whichever. He's not thinking, he just wants something to hold onto, so it's happening before he can stop himself.
When he does manage to speak, the word that comes out is in a softer tone than normal, one that has a vague sense of need to it underneath the bossy tone. ]
Hurry.
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he's hoping he's doing something right here, since this is his first time giving one and all. they don't exactly make it as descriptive in books, so tsumugi is pretty much going by instinct here, prioritizing speed over technique for now. ]
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Instead, he makes an almost frustrated groan. He's not sure what more he wants- he's too groggy to even figure out how to properly vocalize it and he's not experienced enough with oral to know what to ask for, but he wants more. ]
More, Aoba-- wetter.
[ Whatever Tsumugi's doing is working as it is though, even if he's asking for more. His breathing is less steady already, and the muscles in his pelvis are twitching as if he's fighting to keep himself still.. ]
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but he did say more, which is what tsumugi needed to hear with his not-so-stellar self-esteem despite literally dominating midorima right now. so he pulls his mouth away momentarily to lick all over his length, covering it with his drool, before he focuses on sucking on his tip yet again while the tendrils that make up his hair right now wrap themselves around the shaft and slowly stroke him up and down.
everything just feels and sounds wet down here, just the way midorima likes it. ]
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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. ]