[This is an unbeatable feeling, but he finds himself thinking on all the other things they could be doing. Things he could be doing to Tsumugi, things Tsumugi could be doing to him, all of the ways their bodies could meet. It's like electricity running through him at every movement of Tsumugi's lips. That hum, especially, has Eichi shifting back against the bookshelf a little more, rattling it just slightly as his hips attempt to press up.
He's careful to hold back on that motion, so not to make him choke or anything like that. It's a reflex, he can't help it.]
That's good, Tsumugi... Don't stop. [Whispered encouragement is all he can manage right now, fingers curling more into that soft hair of his. And now he's thinking that he could so easily yank him closer, make him take more— goodness, that's too aggressive, he's thinking too aggressively like this. He holds back from that, as well, his breathing heavy.]
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He's careful to hold back on that motion, so not to make him choke or anything like that. It's a reflex, he can't help it.]
That's good, Tsumugi... Don't stop. [Whispered encouragement is all he can manage right now, fingers curling more into that soft hair of his. And now he's thinking that he could so easily yank him closer, make him take more— goodness, that's too aggressive, he's thinking too aggressively like this. He holds back from that, as well, his breathing heavy.]