[He's certainly managing to make him feel good, and that's showing in every way that Eichi reacts. He leans back further against the bookshelf behind him, and it creaks a little unsteadily, but thankfully Tsumugi has those books organized enough that none of them topple over. That tongue is really getting to him, small moans slipping out with every exhale as his breathing gets more rapid.
Despite all of that and the pounding in his chest, he doesn't feel like he's in danger. It's an exciting sort of rush, one that has him more energetic than ever, and he dares suddenly to lift his hips a little into Tsumugi. That, of course, forces himself a little deeper, until his hips settle back down a little and he pulls out a bit more. That sensation of his lips moving over him gets him to shudder again, and he groans out Tsumugi's name.]
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Despite all of that and the pounding in his chest, he doesn't feel like he's in danger. It's an exciting sort of rush, one that has him more energetic than ever, and he dares suddenly to lift his hips a little into Tsumugi. That, of course, forces himself a little deeper, until his hips settle back down a little and he pulls out a bit more. That sensation of his lips moving over him gets him to shudder again, and he groans out Tsumugi's name.]