[ Eichi may not weigh a ton, but he settles his weight down enough to keep Keito from being able to jerk too much up into the touch. It’s enough of a block to be teasing, to force the pace, and Eichi smiles with his own amusement. ]

I don’t think that’s true, Keito. I think you enjoy many of the things you’d call a punishment.

[ He strokes still, faster, though the angle makes it awkward, and so he moves, puts his weight on his knees and shifts down along him so Keito’s dick is right in front of him and he can watch as he strokes. He’s fascinated by it. He loves the shameless staring, especially while Keito can’t see, and so he pays him extra attention in how he strokes, finds the right pressure, touches every bit of him.

Ah, he’s aching to be touched, himself, but he doesn’t expect Keito to navigate any more than that grip on his hips that’s slipped away from his repositioning. He’ll just have to be patient himself to get the reward at the end. ]

You’re still giving me some cute reactions after all... Ahh, it makes me want to rush everything. [ He presses his thumb down over the tip. ] This is more difficult than I thought.