[He looks so sweet like this. Tsumugi's pants aren't pulled all the way down, just enough to be out of his way as he leans over him like this. He's shirtless, at least, and Eichi takes advantage of that by putting most of his weight on his knees, a free hand moving to flick curiously over a nipple.
He wants to find every sensitive spot Tsumugi has. Another few strokes rubs their lengths together, and he gasps, rocking his hips down and against him to try for more of that delicious friction.
He's getting so excited, he can't hold it in at all. More, more, more of those sounds, those faces, those movements. He wants to see Tsumugi pleading for more, reaching for him, pulling at him, and he wants their desperate motions to meet together with a fiery heat and friction. He wishes he had been more prepared, but even like this, he'll find a way to get the most out of it. More and more and more.
His hand moves away from Tsumugi's chest to focus on holding himself up, again, arm a little shaky thanks to his own body, but he's ignoring that. He thrusts his hips into the strokes of his hand, bringing pleasure to them both at once, and his mouth finds place at Tsumugi's neck, open and hot and burying his moans there. At one point, his hand releases his own length so that he can focus on Tsumugi's, thumb moving over the tip in small circles before he strokes again, more quickly.]
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He wants to find every sensitive spot Tsumugi has. Another few strokes rubs their lengths together, and he gasps, rocking his hips down and against him to try for more of that delicious friction.
He's getting so excited, he can't hold it in at all. More, more, more of those sounds, those faces, those movements. He wants to see Tsumugi pleading for more, reaching for him, pulling at him, and he wants their desperate motions to meet together with a fiery heat and friction. He wishes he had been more prepared, but even like this, he'll find a way to get the most out of it. More and more and more.
His hand moves away from Tsumugi's chest to focus on holding himself up, again, arm a little shaky thanks to his own body, but he's ignoring that. He thrusts his hips into the strokes of his hand, bringing pleasure to them both at once, and his mouth finds place at Tsumugi's neck, open and hot and burying his moans there. At one point, his hand releases his own length so that he can focus on Tsumugi's, thumb moving over the tip in small circles before he strokes again, more quickly.]