#im a heterochromic chuuya truther

[osamucide]

EEEEEEE ! BAR OSAMUCIDE IS OPEN !?!?!

i’m so glad i got all dolled up for a night out ! do you have anything cinnamon-y on the shot menu, sweet bartender ? i heard the gravity manipulator you serve here is to die forrr (´▽`ʃƪ)♡

FLAVOR PROFILE—handjob + praise with Chuuya Nakahara

"Oh, fuck, dollface… S'good. It's so good."

Ginger curls lie like a firey halo on the pillow beneath you both, and Chuuya's breath shakes as you stroke him, soft, over, over. His fingers don't leave the side of your face, and his lashes flutter both from pleasure and exhaustion; you can't possibly understand how good you're making him feel after a day from hell like today.

"Ah... uh-huh... uh-huh..."

Ragged and quick but tired and resigned, you swallow up each groan that comes from his chest as you lay side by side, facing one another; his hips circle languidly against your touch, and every so often you pull back to admire him, his freckled nose, his low-lidded, two-toned eyes, his pink parted lips and flexing jaw that sing your praises with nothing but whispered reverence and gratitude in the dark. Chuuya's stunning, especially when he's finding solace in you, in your gentle hands, in the way you take such good care of him.

"Love you," he gasps in between short kisses, fingers coming to circle around your wrist and guide you up, down, against his length. "Love you—love you, love you, love you, pretty thing… So good to me… Just like that."

You'd do it just like that forever if he asked.

"You make it all worth it, y—y'know that? Fuck—f-fuck, so close. Love you."