[ The thing is, Tsumugi is sensitive almost everywhere. Every stroke and every touch leaves him breathless, as he brings a hand to his mouth to suppress his moans. All of this is just very overwhelming for him, his mind almost blown, but he has to focus. Eichi... Eichi is touching him. Everywhere. And he's slowly losing his mind. ]
Please... [ Please what? Please end this? But Tsumugi doesn't want to stop feeling any of this. He thrusts into Eichi's hand, wanting more of that delicious friction, as he gasps Eichi's name into his ear. He's not sure what he's begging for, but he really hopes Eichi gives it to him soon.
But at the same time, he still wants to please Eichi, even like this. So he reaches his hand down, taking ahold of Eichi's spit-slicked length as well, and starts stroking. It's only fair... It wouldn't seem right to have Eichi do all the work... ]
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Please... [ Please what? Please end this? But Tsumugi doesn't want to stop feeling any of this. He thrusts into Eichi's hand, wanting more of that delicious friction, as he gasps Eichi's name into his ear. He's not sure what he's begging for, but he really hopes Eichi gives it to him soon.
But at the same time, he still wants to please Eichi, even like this. So he reaches his hand down, taking ahold of Eichi's spit-slicked length as well, and starts stroking. It's only fair... It wouldn't seem right to have Eichi do all the work... ]