*

Before he can finish that sentence, he feels Kaworu’s tongue against his neck. Hot, wet, soft, whatever he had been saying was instantly forgotten, dissolved into dust. A moan slips out involuntarily past his lips, and Kaworu only takes this as encouragement.

Kaworu’s fingers are undoing the buttons on his shirt with surprising efficiency and skill. His own hands would’ve been shaking, would’ve torn out the buttons. Kaworu soon pulled off his shirt, so their skin rubbed and brushed against each other as Kaworu kissed at the hollow of his throat.

Kaworu’s fingers are long and slender, Shinji can feel them against him, touching over his chest, stopping to caress his nipples before moving lower.

He can feel Kaworu hard against him, he gasps as they grind together, his pants are uncomfortable, far too tight.

He groans as he feels Kaworu’s fingers slip past the waistband of his pants and stroke over his erection. Light, gentle touches, his breath hitches at each one.

He thrusts into Kaworu’s hand, it’s instinct, he couldn’t have thought if he wanted to. All he want do is feel and taste and touch, all his regrets and fears are buried deep until he almost can’t hear them.

Kaworu kisses him, he runs his tongue over Shinji’s lips until he complies and ths rhythm of their tongues almost matches the pace of Kaworu’s hand on his cock. The heat builds in him, churning and rushing until he comes in Kaworu’s hands. Sticky come is over Kaworu’s hand and he licks it, experimentally.

Shinji couldn’t protest if he tried. He feels wrung out, pleasure still prickles over his skin.

“Well Shinji-kun, what do you think? Are you up for some more?” Kaworu purrs.

Shinji lets out a groan, his mind is still groggy and pleasure-soaked. He wants to curl up fall into a deep sleep. He notices that Kaworu hadn’t come yet.

"You..."

Kaworu guides his hands to his own cock and lets out a soft groan as Shinji closes his fingers around it. Shinji lets his head rest against Kaworu’s chest. Kaworu thrusts into his hand and Shinji can hear his heartbeat, rapid, the heat of Kaworu’s skin against his cheek.

It doesn’t take long for Kaworu to come as well, as he was already pushed so far. He groans, and rests his head against Shinji’s.

“Did you get your wish, Shinji-kun?” he asks through pants.

Shinji is silent a moment. He can hear Kaworu’s heart pulsing, he thinks he can even hear his blood flowing.

“...I think so,” he finally says.

Kaworu smiles.

“Good.”

Shinji’s eyes flutter shut, and Kaworu chuckles.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take over from here. Have a good sleep, Shinji-kun.....”

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