#since iirc the 16k and counting of this WIP is specifically YOUR FAULT

[suzukiblu]

For WIP-not-wednesday I gotta ask for mirror, mirror please. Every snippet of it you've shared has me frothing at the mouth, it's so good

“Fuck you,” Match gasps, and Kon nuzzles his throat again; rubs the pad of his thumb across the other's nipple and squeezes the arm he has around him again, and rocks his cock in slow. Match makes the closest thing to a “breathy” noise that Kon has ever heard him make and slumps forward heavier against the mirror, and tilts his hips back up and into him. Kon barely keeps a leash on himself. He's pretty sure he only manages it because he can't even believe he's getting this much of a reaction out of the bastard, but he'll take it. 

“Don't worry, I'll make sure you get to come on my cock as many times as you want tonight,” he purrs against Match’s pulse, and feels his gut burn even hotter when he hears it jump. “I'll even let you sit in my lap and keep him warm after.” 

Match makes an absolute croak of a noise. Kon presses a kiss against his throat while he's trying not to lose his entire fucking mind about it, then nuzzles him again and keeps rolling his hips into his slow and steady, over and over, and keeps Match’s body held tight against his own. The bathroom shudders again. 

Kon wants to fuck the bastard until the other strips the fucking tile off the walls. 

“Sounds fun, right?” he breathes, squeezing Match’s pec again. “You can just stay on my cock and stay my special little baby girl all night, just like you like.” 

Match curses, or at least probably he's cursing. It's a little hard to tell what he's saying, with his teeth clenched so tight. Definitely sounds like cursing, though. 

Like. Very definitely.

“I know, I know, your pussy wants to come so bad, doesn’t it, baby girl,” Kon croons soothingly at him, and again barely doesn't lose his own damn mind about this. He slides both hands up to cup Match’s chest again and press his pecs together; slides his cock into him with a metronome-steady rhythm he has to use his TTK to help himself keep. “It's okay, you can do it. I know you can. Do you need a little help? Need me to rub your cute little clit or just give you a nice big load in your–” 

Match chokes and comes all over the mirror and the broken-off pipes in the wall.