[The kisses really make it, honestly. Licks and little kisses like that are somehow so Tsumugi, even as lewd as they are— hesitant and slowly growing in intensity, it's enough to be horribly taunting and entirely on accident. Eichi is glad he can lean back and find the bookshelf for some sort of support, since one of his hands is still covering his mouth in an attempt to keep himself quiet.
So far, he's managing.
But his eyes can't avert for too long. He doesn't want them to, instead focusing on Tsumugi in such an intimate position, just as he takes his tip into his mouth. It's enough to make him shudder, and he lets out an audible exhale, his free hand moving to lace fingers through Tsumugi's hair. If he's no good... Honestly, he doesn't know what he's comparing this to, anyway. It feels much better than what he can do on his own, and the fact that it's Tsumugi, doing this for him...]
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So far, he's managing.
But his eyes can't avert for too long. He doesn't want them to, instead focusing on Tsumugi in such an intimate position, just as he takes his tip into his mouth. It's enough to make him shudder, and he lets out an audible exhale, his free hand moving to lace fingers through Tsumugi's hair. If he's no good... Honestly, he doesn't know what he's comparing this to, anyway. It feels much better than what he can do on his own, and the fact that it's Tsumugi, doing this for him...]