[ Tsumugi won't ever forgive himself if his boyfriend gets cardiac arrest in the middle of making out, though. Even so he just can't help himself, moaning softly as he swirls his tongue around his, his hands that were holding onto Eichi's shoulders moving to unbutton the rest of the buttons of his shirt and shrugging it off his body.
Soon enough he pulls away, a thread of drool connecting their lips together. Wow, he can't believe he went and did that. It's only now that he realizes that his pants are feeling way too tight on him and oh god that's definitely a boner OH GOD and he resist the urge to cover his crotch with one of the books from the nearby bookcase.
But no. There's no time to chicken out from this. He has to take care of Eichi. ]
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Soon enough he pulls away, a thread of drool connecting their lips together. Wow, he can't believe he went and did that. It's only now that he realizes that his pants are feeling way too tight on him and oh god that's definitely a boner OH GOD and he resist the urge to cover his crotch with one of the books from the nearby bookcase.
But no. There's no time to chicken out from this. He has to take care of Eichi. ]
Eichi-kun... Can I...?