[This is... wonderful. He's never felt so wanted, he's never wanted as much as this. His tongue curls against Wataru and he finds himself loving the taste. His phone has been dropped to the side somewhere on the bed, and after a text conversation leading up to this much tension, there's no worry. He doesn't stop to think what he might taste or smell like, or how his pajamas look so dumb compared to Wataru, shirtless and sexy as he is. He just wants to feel, to chase this feeling without stopping.
His hands slip down, running eagerly over Wataru's chest and then smoothing to his sides, gripping at his hips and gasping against his mouth for air. This is electric, it's fiery, it's every element he can think of and why were they waiting so long, again? He can't remember.
There's no one here but the staff, far from them. The door is locked. They can do whatever they want, and the mark on his chest aches suddenly for that, a throb of longing. In the quickest breath for air, he speaks softly.]
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His hands slip down, running eagerly over Wataru's chest and then smoothing to his sides, gripping at his hips and gasping against his mouth for air. This is electric, it's fiery, it's every element he can think of and why were they waiting so long, again? He can't remember.
There's no one here but the staff, far from them. The door is locked. They can do whatever they want, and the mark on his chest aches suddenly for that, a throb of longing. In the quickest breath for air, he speaks softly.]
Stop me... if you find me taking too much.
[He wants to make sure Wataru wants this.]