[Eichi pushed Wataru over that edge, and all he wants now is to give such affection back. He hurriedly pushes the pants down and off, kicking them away off the bed so he can be fully bared next to Eichi. He doesn't care that he's made such an awful mess on their laps. He just needs to touch Eichi, and he swears he'll be satisfied, maybe forever. Or maybe it'll just make him greedier.
He wonders, but not for long, because he's eagerly wrapping a hand around Eichi's hard length again and kissing him with all the ardor he has in him. They're partners on the stage, now. They've been through hell together. Eichi is no longer the villain Wataru once thought him to be, at least not to him. And Wataru wants nothing more than to give everything to him.
Wataru pours himself into the kiss, into stroking Eichi, pressing the rest of their bodies together as much as he can, leaving room in between only for his hand to continue its work.]
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He wonders, but not for long, because he's eagerly wrapping a hand around Eichi's hard length again and kissing him with all the ardor he has in him. They're partners on the stage, now. They've been through hell together. Eichi is no longer the villain Wataru once thought him to be, at least not to him. And Wataru wants nothing more than to give everything to him.
Wataru pours himself into the kiss, into stroking Eichi, pressing the rest of their bodies together as much as he can, leaving room in between only for his hand to continue its work.]
I want to make Eichi mine, too...