[As they shift positions just enough to fit Wataru's hand between them, he moans softly, laughing bashfully shortly after. It's all so much, so shocking, it doesn't feel real. He can barely react to anything on time.]
It was beautiful.
[He wants him to know that. To know that he doesn't care about the mess, about how scandalous this is, about how having this exposed could ruin them both. He only cares about Wataru. They can move forward together without worry.
Ah, it's really so exciting, it's only adding to that rising heat in his stomach. Every touch is too much, his body is so sensitive, and he knows he won't be able to last very long no matter how hard he tries. He's not used to this... But he wants to be able to do this all the time.]
I'm... I'm yours, Wataru. We decided that, didn't we? To be each other's... to stop for no one else, ah—
[He can't keep speaking and so he kisses again instead, burying his moans into it, hips rocking down into that hand, jerking with it. Then he has to part from the kiss, hanging his head to just breathe, the side of his face against the side of Wataru's, his body tensing as the stroking becomes too much.
Then it's his turn to make a mess. His release is everywhere before he can register it, and the energy he's just spent finally takes it out of him as his world turns dizzy. He flops to one side, on the bed, breathing heavily, but even through his exhaustion, a hand raises to find and cup Wataru's face.]
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[As they shift positions just enough to fit Wataru's hand between them, he moans softly, laughing bashfully shortly after. It's all so much, so shocking, it doesn't feel real. He can barely react to anything on time.]
It was beautiful.
[He wants him to know that. To know that he doesn't care about the mess, about how scandalous this is, about how having this exposed could ruin them both. He only cares about Wataru. They can move forward together without worry.
Ah, it's really so exciting, it's only adding to that rising heat in his stomach. Every touch is too much, his body is so sensitive, and he knows he won't be able to last very long no matter how hard he tries. He's not used to this... But he wants to be able to do this all the time.]
I'm... I'm yours, Wataru. We decided that, didn't we? To be each other's... to stop for no one else, ah—
[He can't keep speaking and so he kisses again instead, burying his moans into it, hips rocking down into that hand, jerking with it. Then he has to part from the kiss, hanging his head to just breathe, the side of his face against the side of Wataru's, his body tensing as the stroking becomes too much.
Then it's his turn to make a mess. His release is everywhere before he can register it, and the energy he's just spent finally takes it out of him as his world turns dizzy. He flops to one side, on the bed, breathing heavily, but even through his exhaustion, a hand raises to find and cup Wataru's face.]