[It's heavenly. The way Wataru's body archs up against his, the drag of fingernails against his delicate skin, the sound of that desperate voice, like an instrument. He exhales heavily upon hearing it, a hand slipping lower, down Wataru's heated skin and over his pajama pants. Ah, this, this...
His mind is racing, and it has his hand shaking gently as he brushes over the cloth at his hip. This is everything he could ever want to take. His idol, the person he's valued for so long, now laid out before him, eager to be taken. But can he? Should he? He feels like he'd be ruining something precious, like this. Taking it away selfishly, all for himself...
And yet his chest aches for it. He can't stop, he's selfish. More selfish than anyone else, enough to overtake anything, even the gods. He wants this, and even through hesitation, he brushes his fingers up along the inside of Wataru's clothed thigh testingly.]
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His mind is racing, and it has his hand shaking gently as he brushes over the cloth at his hip. This is everything he could ever want to take. His idol, the person he's valued for so long, now laid out before him, eager to be taken. But can he? Should he? He feels like he'd be ruining something precious, like this. Taking it away selfishly, all for himself...
And yet his chest aches for it. He can't stop, he's selfish. More selfish than anyone else, enough to overtake anything, even the gods. He wants this, and even through hesitation, he brushes his fingers up along the inside of Wataru's clothed thigh testingly.]