[ See, Tsumugi can't even hear whether someone's outside the library because he's too busy paying attention to what's in front of him. Or what's in his mouth, rather. Eichi's getting eager, which is good, because Tsumugi's just ravenous at this point, as much as he doesn't want to admit it.
His free hand still holding at his inner thigh, he does his best in taking more of him in, his eyes already pricking tears as he forces himself to move even deeper. Doing it slowly so as not to gag again. (Weirdly he doesn't mind the gagging -- Though it is a bit annoying to deal with.)
He takes a one-eyed glance up at Eichi, mesmerized by his expression as his tongue gently strokes him all over, paying particular attention to the underside. Is this enough for him? Should he take him in even more? He has so many questions but it's not like he can speak at the moment.
Just focus on making Eichi feel good. That's what's most important. ]
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His free hand still holding at his inner thigh, he does his best in taking more of him in, his eyes already pricking tears as he forces himself to move even deeper. Doing it slowly so as not to gag again. (Weirdly he doesn't mind the gagging -- Though it is a bit annoying to deal with.)
He takes a one-eyed glance up at Eichi, mesmerized by his expression as his tongue gently strokes him all over, paying particular attention to the underside. Is this enough for him? Should he take him in even more? He has so many questions but it's not like he can speak at the moment.
Just focus on making Eichi feel good. That's what's most important. ]