[A direct lick is cheating, but Eichi can't bring himself to say a thing against it. He's busy gasping out quietly at it, face turning slightly to the side, fingers slipping down that braid to hold it closer to the end. He's being a complete pillow queen right now, honestly. He wants to see how much Wataru can drive him wild...
And how much Wataru will beg to be touched, as well. Will he not plead at all? Will he not even break a sweat? Or maybe can Eichi see him looking desperate, too? Ahh, he's so excited... And he kisses back with that excitement.]
That's because you've pointed so much of it at me that they can't comprehend it. [Even Eichi is aware that Wataru has no standards, going for him. Well, Eichi is probably the biggest Eichi critic out there, actually. He tugs on that braid to kiss him again, hips trying to roll up into the body pressing over his.]
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[A direct lick is cheating, but Eichi can't bring himself to say a thing against it. He's busy gasping out quietly at it, face turning slightly to the side, fingers slipping down that braid to hold it closer to the end. He's being a complete pillow queen right now, honestly. He wants to see how much Wataru can drive him wild...
And how much Wataru will beg to be touched, as well. Will he not plead at all? Will he not even break a sweat? Or maybe can Eichi see him looking desperate, too? Ahh, he's so excited... And he kisses back with that excitement.]
That's because you've pointed so much of it at me that they can't comprehend it. [Even Eichi is aware that Wataru has no standards, going for him. Well, Eichi is probably the biggest Eichi critic out there, actually. He tugs on that braid to kiss him again, hips trying to roll up into the body pressing over his.]