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[They drop their hand to Mori's chest, bracing to kean uo and kiss him]

[ he kisses back, deeply, apparently more than happy to continue what they were doing earlier -- one hand leaving Sniper's face to go to the small of their back ]

[Sniper pushes down on Mori's chest and twists themselves into his lap. One smooth motion without breaking the kiss, and then using the new angle to press in more insistently. Body settling against him for the most contact. ]

[ he huffs out through his nostrils, widens his legs to make room for them and cants his hips upwards, body meeting theirs, hand sliding down to cup their ass ]

[There's an urgency to the speed they fall into rutting their hardening cock against Mori's. Sniper's perhaps surprisingly quiet in contrast, just gasping as the kiss drags on to the point of breathlessness.]

[ that doesn't pass him by but he doesn't comment on it yet - - but he does have to break the kiss after a few more seconds, breath rough against Sniper's lips as he grinds up against them, his pants feeling too restraining all of the sudden ]

[They let their forehead drop briefly to Mori's shoulder and grab the other one so they can lift themselves up to their knees. In an impressive combination of balance and flexibility, they manage to get their pants off without moving out of Mori's lap at all; They drop back against him immediatly, back arching in pleasure as they can rut their bare cunt against the swell of his erection and press their cock against his stomach at the same time.]

Ah—

Sniper - -

[ he murmurs and he has to let go of them for a second, drop his hands between them to undo his belt, at least push down his underwear enough to free his cock, make that contact more satisfying; but he only does that before his hands are back on Sniper, on their hips to help with the rhythm. he's painfully hard at this point. ]

Sorry.

[With a huff of amusement. Apologizing for being so rushed, or maybe not rushed enough as they take an indulgent moment rocking against his bare cock before lifting up enough that they can push down on it. Their hand grips the front of the shirt, using the leverage to lean up and kiss him, hard. Groaning softly as their weight settles and Mori bottoms on inside them.]

[ the groan he lets out at that is muffled into their mouth ; it is rushed, it stands out how rushed it is, but he can't seem to mind when he was the one asking for a distraction, too. his fingernails dig into Sniper's skin hard as he adjusts to the sensation of the heat around him before he bucks upwards, even if there's not much room to move up into them when they're sunk down on him like this. ]

[There is something about getting Mori so desperate so quick that bring out that competitive edge on top of their own restless neediness. They moan softly as Mori hits that much deeper, but lose no time in setting the pace, shamelessly angling so Mori's cock presses against against the best angle on each hard bounce. It's a fast pace but steady, effortless.]

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[ he's more than willing to help that pace along, breathing fast through his nostrils but not missing the chance to pull up on Sniper's hips and then yank down along with their movements. it's the most he really can do in this position, not afforded much space to really buck up into them, but he's doing his best okay, nails still curled into their skin. ]

[Truthfully Sniper doesn't need the help, but they like the hold and the bite of his nails and the urgency in it. Practical concerns flit across their mind—selfish concerns, how worked up they are from stress and loneliness and how much they can reasonably expect to get from Mori. As much as their body aches to break the feverish tension sparking their demanding pace, rushing to finish won't do either of them any favors in terms of distraction.

Sniper pushes Mori more insistently down, flatter, so they can have more control. More depth at a slower pace. The position breaks the kiss so their moan is fully audible: equal parts frustrated and pleasured.]

[ yeah uh sorry if you were hoping for an emotionally fulfilling relationship on Mori's end buddy.

the pace had been set already, Mori assumed, so he bites back a sound of his own frustration when he's pushed down, his pace slowed. it's satisfying in its own way, but it's enough of a shift there is still that sense of impatience - - he rakes nails down their legs, rolls his hips up as if in an effort to speed it back up ]

[*How many orgasms they can reasonably expect to get from a doctor in his mid thirties, please.

Sniper laughs, but it comes out a bit shaky even as they slow down further, dragging out every thrust until Mori can intimately feel the contractions in their cunt as they're raked. Their cock, beading precume, twitches in sympathy.]

Please, please—Rintarou~

[ that's SO RUDE

his lips curl and he has enough self-restraint to start to slow down some of that visible impatience, uncurling his nails and just more steadily fucking up into them, breath shuddering out in an audible effort to keep control. ]

What so you want - - mm?

[They laugh softly, letting their eyes fall shut as they let Mori do the work for a moment. They hold their hips arched, making him work for it a bit. ]

About—four or five orgasms?

[Joking, but also serious.]

[ he laughs but it's haggard. because ok that's fair but he doesn't know if he'll last for that. he ruts up into them, willing to make up for the change in pace. ]

You may have to do with my hands and tongue after the first...

[They pick up the pace in reward, back to bouncing hard enough that their cock slaps against Mori's stomach.]

I'm‐Counting on you, sensei.

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[ he laughs again with the same sort of roughness, their grip tightening again on their hips as they help with that pace, dragging them up and down on his cock -- he's really not going to last long like this but at least he's communicated his intent to continue regardless ]

[That's all they ask! Now that they're actually chasing orgasm, they fall into it easily. Pace faltering briefly as their thighs shake, they press a cry against the side of Mori's neck, sweaty and gasping as they keep riding him.]

[ his eyes clothes and his brows furrow with concentration; he's trying not to let it end so fast himself, and his breath is coming out hot and hard with the effort.

he does drop a hand between them to curl around Sniper's cock, because if it's orgasms they want he's more than happy to help speed that up, but he can feel himself getting achingly close too. ]

[Sniper comes almost as soon as they're touched. Quiet, but more than evident in the way their body twitches and clutches around Mori and the come spilling against his hand and stomach. They claw at this side, nails digging in as they pant against his chest.]

[ he comes with a deep groan as soon as they start to, not able to hold back that long, his hips pulsing up against them, riding out his orgasm and stroking them all the while through it ]

Mori—

[Sniper clenches on him, difficult with all their muscles twitching. Their nails twist deeper, right into the soft skin just below the ribcage.]