[It's too clumsy and awkward like this, his wrist is at a bad angle and he just... can't give Eichi what he wants to give him like this.]
No one... Only Eichi...
[But he doesn't want anyone or anything else. Just this, this closeness, this affection, this love he's never known before. There's no shame, no sense that they shouldn't be doing this, or that they're even just getting away with something. He's so focused on Eichi and his hand and the way they're writhing against each other that he can't stand it.
Ducking his head toward Eichi, he cries out again, shaky and unsure how to handle feeling this good.
Eichi wants to see all of him. He feels so exposed, but he likes it. And, thinking of Eichi, of that hand on him and the way he's fulfilling a dream he's desperately held for this short time, he curls into the other boy slightly as he suddenly releases. It's messy, he's a quivering heap of happiness and overstimulation just from these basic, simple touches, but he whimpers Eichi's name as he comes.
His fingers grasp clumsily for Eichi's waistband, even though he's still a fumbly mess from the most incredible climax of his young life. He's hardly able to think, but Eichi is so important, Eichi joining him in this is so vital...]
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No one... Only Eichi...
[But he doesn't want anyone or anything else. Just this, this closeness, this affection, this love he's never known before. There's no shame, no sense that they shouldn't be doing this, or that they're even just getting away with something. He's so focused on Eichi and his hand and the way they're writhing against each other that he can't stand it.
Ducking his head toward Eichi, he cries out again, shaky and unsure how to handle feeling this good.
Eichi wants to see all of him. He feels so exposed, but he likes it. And, thinking of Eichi, of that hand on him and the way he's fulfilling a dream he's desperately held for this short time, he curls into the other boy slightly as he suddenly releases. It's messy, he's a quivering heap of happiness and overstimulation just from these basic, simple touches, but he whimpers Eichi's name as he comes.
His fingers grasp clumsily for Eichi's waistband, even though he's still a fumbly mess from the most incredible climax of his young life. He's hardly able to think, but Eichi is so important, Eichi joining him in this is so vital...]
Let me...