[He's realizing very quickly that he doesn't feel very in control at all right now. It's throwing him off, it's a little uncomfortable and a little thrilling, but automatically, when he's exposed to Tsumugi, he sort of wants to push him over or say something that will leave him flustered. You know, so he himself doesn't have to be.
A rude idea, and one that doesn't pan out anyway, since his face is already flushed and Tsumugi is already stroking him. They're in the library. Now he has to really remember they're in the library, because surely any loud noises they make will be enough to draw someone in if they're around at another club. God, hopefully no one is looking for him.
Then, that warm tongue flicks out over him, and Eichi has to press a hand over his own mouth to hold back the noise that wants to come out. All of that issue of control is forgotten, and all he cares about in this moment is that Tsumugi is actually doing this for him, that he must be so eager to please him, that he looks so appealing from this angle. What a perverted thought... He can't help it.]
That felt good, Tsumugi. [The wording sounds canned, but behind a hand and a little muffled, his tone brings it across as genuine. He know encouragement will keep him going, and right now he doesn't want this to stop at all. He might have a heart attack if he has to wait too long. That's what it feels like.]
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A rude idea, and one that doesn't pan out anyway, since his face is already flushed and Tsumugi is already stroking him. They're in the library. Now he has to really remember they're in the library, because surely any loud noises they make will be enough to draw someone in if they're around at another club. God, hopefully no one is looking for him.
Then, that warm tongue flicks out over him, and Eichi has to press a hand over his own mouth to hold back the noise that wants to come out. All of that issue of control is forgotten, and all he cares about in this moment is that Tsumugi is actually doing this for him, that he must be so eager to please him, that he looks so appealing from this angle. What a perverted thought... He can't help it.]
That felt good, Tsumugi. [The wording sounds canned, but behind a hand and a little muffled, his tone brings it across as genuine. He know encouragement will keep him going, and right now he doesn't want this to stop at all. He might have a heart attack if he has to wait too long. That's what it feels like.]