[His stuttered sentence comes out in a surprised fluster that he's normally better at holding back, but Wataru is reacting so lovely for him, and touching him, too... Even if his pants are kind of in the way, this type of awkward is endearing. It's desperate, it's some kind of love, he's sure of it. Their desire to touch, to be closer...
He wants to be closer still, but he's not sure how like this. He'll settle for stroking again, more, faster, imagining what he'd want himself, adapting to what Wataru seems to enjoy as he gasps against him, body shifting over him more, squirming.
More. He wants it, too. This desperation rising, this itch that needs to be scratched.]
I want to touch you more and more, Wataru... To be able to bring you this sort of joy, through my own effort... Ahh, I can really feel it... it's bringing me such excitement that I can't handle it. Please... Let me see all of you, just like this.
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[His stuttered sentence comes out in a surprised fluster that he's normally better at holding back, but Wataru is reacting so lovely for him, and touching him, too... Even if his pants are kind of in the way, this type of awkward is endearing. It's desperate, it's some kind of love, he's sure of it. Their desire to touch, to be closer...
He wants to be closer still, but he's not sure how like this. He'll settle for stroking again, more, faster, imagining what he'd want himself, adapting to what Wataru seems to enjoy as he gasps against him, body shifting over him more, squirming.
More. He wants it, too. This desperation rising, this itch that needs to be scratched.]
I want to touch you more and more, Wataru... To be able to bring you this sort of joy, through my own effort... Ahh, I can really feel it... it's bringing me such excitement that I can't handle it. Please... Let me see all of you, just like this.