when we get to getting off

[misheard]

Title: when we get to getting off
Fandom: The Forest of Drizzling Rain
Character(s): Suga, Shiori
Pairing(s): Shiori/Suga
Genre: Smut
Word Count: 500
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None
Summary: Volume control is hard to relearn. Luckily, Shiori likes that Suga's loud.
Notes:

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Some skills, when left unused for a long amount of time, are difficult to relearn. Volume control is one of them. Suga speaks either too loudly or too softly, and it takes concentration for him to get the right sound level for the situation.

It's concentration he absolutely does not have when Shiori has two fingers inside him. Luckily for him, the last thing she'll complain about is how loud he's being.

"Shii-chan, Shii-chan, oh-"

"You're so cute, Suga." She giggles, rubbing her fingers against the spot that makes him wail. "Do you like this?"

He knows she knows he likes this from his constant moans. Shiori is bullying him, and he might even say something about it if he were not currently being well-fucked. "Yes, please, please, please-"

"Suga~ How am I supposed to know what you're asking for if you don't say it in words?"

She absolutely knows, she just wants to embarrass him, Shiori is MEAN and he will DEFINITELY complain right as soon as he's done begging for her strap. "Shii-chan, please…! Please do me, I want your- your-"

Even now, there are still things he can't say out loud. Thankfully Shiori has some mercy on him.

She kisses his nose, pulling her fingers out and spreading the remaining lube over her strap-on. "Don't worry. I've got you."

Shiori's strap feels huge every time, long and thick, and he groans as she bottoms out inside him. She strokes his hair while waiting for him to adjust to its presence.

"I'm… I'm okay." The discomfort has settled to a dull ache, which turns into liquid heat when she begins to move. "Shii-chan, Shii-chan, so big, ah-!"

"You look so good like this." Shiori is flushed down to her chest, eyes hazy as she thrusts into him and listens to him moan. "And you sound so sweet. I love your voice, Suga."

"It's, oh, embarrassing-" He covers his mouth with the back of his hand, but just as soon relents when she leans in looking for a kiss. He can't resist her kisses; they both know this.

Suga whimpers against her lips, her thrusts reaching the deepest parts of him and setting him on fire. He won't last long, he never does like this, and he only gets louder as she picks up her pace.

Some nights she tries to make him come without once touching his cock just to see if she can. Tonight she wraps a hand around him to stroke to the rhythm her hips set, and his cry of her name dissolves into a wordless moan as he spills over into her hand. Shiori fucks him through it, only slowing to a stop once she's wrung every drop out of him.

"You're so cute." She giggles again, carefully pulling out of him.

"You're mean, Shii-chan." There's no heat in the words as he pulls her close.

"You like it when I'm mean."

Suga blushes, because she's right, and muffles a sigh into her hair.