[Those strokes being that much closer are enough to have him shifting his own hips up and into it, his arm around Tsumugi using him for balance as he does. Ah, this is crazy, how can he stand this? How can he do without this?]
Wasn't I the one who insisted we do this here and now? You don't have to always ask me for permission, Tsumugi, so please hurry up and taste me, would you?
[Before he dies with blue balls.
Okay, but his fingers curl more at that hair, playing with it, tangling into it, and one hand pulls back enough to push at the waist of his pants and underwear alike. He doesn't know how to take it slow when he's getting this excited, so it's a good thing that Tsumugi is shyly moving forward at his own slow pace like this, but it's also a little like torture.
I am still laughing at your expense and I'm sure I'll taste karma for it later
Wasn't I the one who insisted we do this here and now? You don't have to always ask me for permission, Tsumugi, so please hurry up and taste me, would you?
[Before he dies with blue balls.
Okay, but his fingers curl more at that hair, playing with it, tangling into it, and one hand pulls back enough to push at the waist of his pants and underwear alike. He doesn't know how to take it slow when he's getting this excited, so it's a good thing that Tsumugi is shyly moving forward at his own slow pace like this, but it's also a little like torture.
Still, pain is pleasure, he's said...]