[This is incredible. Tsumugi is coming at him, his tongue brushing over his lips, and Eichi shivers in his pleasure, reaching a hand up immediately to cup his face. His lips part easily and he welcomes the deepening of this kiss, quiet noises slipping between their breaths. If he has a heart attack from this, he thinks it will probably be worth it.
He's careful to encourage Tsumugi to keep leaning like that, pressing back himself but not with so much forcefulness that it would overwhelm his boyfriend. He wants to see more of this side of him, to see him want as much as possible. His free hand undoes the buttons of Tsumugi's shirt, and reaches up to loosen that tie, sliding it slowly away.
Slow. They're still taking it slow, but this energy is rolling, snowballing, and he's holding back from how he wants desperately to just press himself against Tsumugi until this tension is relieved.]
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He's careful to encourage Tsumugi to keep leaning like that, pressing back himself but not with so much forcefulness that it would overwhelm his boyfriend. He wants to see more of this side of him, to see him want as much as possible. His free hand undoes the buttons of Tsumugi's shirt, and reaches up to loosen that tie, sliding it slowly away.
Slow. They're still taking it slow, but this energy is rolling, snowballing, and he's holding back from how he wants desperately to just press himself against Tsumugi until this tension is relieved.]