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[ Never in his adult life has Corbeau let himself orgasm while still fully dressed, so it's quite a shock to him when he thinks he has things fully under control only to be caught off guard by his own orgasm. It's triggered by a combination of things - the friction, of course, but also the sounds their bodies are making rubbing up against each other in the acoustics of the bathroom, and the way Date looks in the throes of pleasure.

Still trying to suck the other dry, there's a startled groan around the nipple in his mouth. His release hits him so suddenly he pops off from losing his rhythm and has to steady his quivering body against the taller man so he doesn't simply collapse to the floor. Taking a few panting breaths he steadies himself again, arms wrapping around Date to pull them flush together. ]

T-that was ... not part of the plan ...

[ He can't say he's expecting it either when Corbeau comes and there's a noise, one of surprise, when Corbeau's hips jerk against Date and he feels the warmth of the cloth against him. He knows it's not from his own residual mess and he looks out in shock for a moment, especially as Corbeau lets go of his nipple and shudders against him. He lets Corbeau pull them flush together go and pants softly, eagerly, clutching Corbeau back. ]

Ha... I guess... you really did like it...

[ It's not teasing a remark or anything like that. It's genuinely just a blissed out comment on how good it feels. There's a squirming sensation from Date after and he does pull his hands back, so he can push his pants and underwear down. With the mess they've both made of each other now, there's no salvaging his clothes — he'll have to take a robe from the bathroom instead. So he drops them down and kicks them to the side with his shirt, leaving him naked there with Corbeau. ]

Does this mean you're done?

[ He sounds vaguely disappointed, though there's not a lot of milk left either. ]

[ Soon he won't have to be naked alone, Corbeau stripping himself since his clothing is now both drenched with milk and stained with come. It's all tossed to the side in a bit of a huff as he runs a frustrated hand through his hair and reaches for the knob to get the hot water flowing. ]

You sound dissatisfied. I don't like the idea of being unsatisfying.

[ At first he just kneads at Date's chest with his palms and fingers, trying to judge how much milk is actually left. Once he's determined it's worth the effort he'll dip his head back down, taking the left nipple between his lips and grazing it with his teeth. For the moment his back shields most of the shower head spray from reaching Date, meaning he can make sure the other man doesn't have to deal with the initial chilly stream. It'll warm up nicely in a minute, steam rising from the flow as it hits the cold tiles. ]

[ That's all he wanted. Just a bit more pleasure, a bit more caretaking. He watches Corbeau as the man kneads at him for a bit and then his lips are on his nipple and Date closes his eye, sighing softly and letting one of his hands slip fingers into Corbeau's hair while the other grips his shoulder.

There's a moan from Date, low and pleased as his head falls back and he pushes his chest up against Corbeau's mouth a little more insistently. He's thinking, vaguely, of the tattoos on Corbeau's body again. How intricate they are, how familiar, and he wonders what he'd do if Corbeau really was yakuza. Could they still do stuff like this? Or should he play willfully ignorant for a while longer?

Ah, it doesn't matter. His body shivers as the milk spills from his nipple and he sighs softly, satisfied, now that he's being milked dry. ]

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