[ah, it's so much. the reaction that he manages to pull from hizamaru, the heat that curls in the pit of his stomach, the rush that comes from the bite that manages to pull a choked moan from higekiri's mouth, almost matching with the one that came from hizamaru. they're always matching.
it's for that reason that he trusts hizamaru to match his rhythm as he moves, and even though hiza insisted on taking command this time, higekiri doesn't wait for him to set the pace. he rises and falls, breathes in when hizamaru is close to leaving him entirely, and breathes out in pleased noises and relieved sighs when he sinks back down against him.
but he wants to keep his mouth occupied too, disappointed from the way that it's not quite so easy for him to mark hizamaru in turn. and so he continues to press kisses to wherever he can reach, the side of hiza's face, his jaw, his neck, his hair - murmuring only a brief repetition of his name if it manages to make him so happy]
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it's for that reason that he trusts hizamaru to match his rhythm as he moves, and even though hiza insisted on taking command this time, higekiri doesn't wait for him to set the pace. he rises and falls, breathes in when hizamaru is close to leaving him entirely, and breathes out in pleased noises and relieved sighs when he sinks back down against him.
but he wants to keep his mouth occupied too, disappointed from the way that it's not quite so easy for him to mark hizamaru in turn. and so he continues to press kisses to wherever he can reach, the side of hiza's face, his jaw, his neck, his hair - murmuring only a brief repetition of his name if it manages to make him so happy]