[Wataru can't tell Eichi how much he wants and needs him with words, so he'll do it with something even less subtle. He'll do it with the ravenous way he kisses him, desperate for more, softly humming his satisfaction between them. He'll do it with the way his hands start to roam, finding those buttons on his pajamas and working them open one by one. Maybe Eichi knows where he wants to touch Wataru, maybe he's acting on instinct, but Wataru wants everything so badly that he finds himself nearly paralyzed by indecision.
Then Eichi grips his hips, and Wataru makes a most undignified sound, half gasp, half eager groan, all something he's never tapped into before with another person. They're alone, he knows they are, and it's even better. This whole house will be the only witness to their affections.]
More.
[He rasps the word out, even as he nods to acknowledge Eichi's request. Even as he eagerly presses his hips up, hoping he'll find contact, hoping he can take, too. If this wasn't what Eichi had in mind, if it's too far, then Wataru is the fool he's always purported to be, and he'll take his due punishment from the cosmos.]
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Then Eichi grips his hips, and Wataru makes a most undignified sound, half gasp, half eager groan, all something he's never tapped into before with another person. They're alone, he knows they are, and it's even better. This whole house will be the only witness to their affections.]
More.
[He rasps the word out, even as he nods to acknowledge Eichi's request. Even as he eagerly presses his hips up, hoping he'll find contact, hoping he can take, too. If this wasn't what Eichi had in mind, if it's too far, then Wataru is the fool he's always purported to be, and he'll take his due punishment from the cosmos.]