[It's so shocking, somehow, to have Wataru touch his waistband like that. To seem to want more, to want him. His heart flutters, and he worries for a moment that he might just fall over. But he doesn't. It's just the rush of love... of lust. Or both? He supposes.
He's reluctant about letting go of Wataru. That's the hardest part, and he kisses open mouthed at Wataru's face, his neck, and then gasps as he inches away and has to move his hand from his hard length, pressing it against the mattress for support as he shifts his hips. With Wataru's help, he can get these pants off without moving away entirely. He'll move his hips and legs to slip out of them as he needs if Wataru shoves them down enough from the start.
But he doesn't want to stop kissing. He keeps leaning back in, kissing, mouthing, muttering soft words against him. Most of them don't make much sense, but he might be able to hear "I want to be even closer" spoken softly, so heartfelt.]
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He's reluctant about letting go of Wataru. That's the hardest part, and he kisses open mouthed at Wataru's face, his neck, and then gasps as he inches away and has to move his hand from his hard length, pressing it against the mattress for support as he shifts his hips. With Wataru's help, he can get these pants off without moving away entirely. He'll move his hips and legs to slip out of them as he needs if Wataru shoves them down enough from the start.
But he doesn't want to stop kissing. He keeps leaning back in, kissing, mouthing, muttering soft words against him. Most of them don't make much sense, but he might be able to hear "I want to be even closer" spoken softly, so heartfelt.]