[Listen to this. He glows at the praise, but it's Tsumugi's admission that he needs more that really gets to him. Pushing past his own pathetic stamina, he strokes faster, adds more pressure, slides fingers over the tip of Tsumugi's length to really tease him further. His own mouth is pressed against Tsumugi's neck, but he's too exhausted to form real kisses. They're breathy gasps and soft moans muffled against skin, and the occasional feeling of his tongue dragging out over skin.]

In a more private space... Let's do even more, Tsumugi. [The words are spaced out, breathless, but even muffled against his neck Tsumugi should be able to hear them clearly. Eichi can feel his own body approaching its limit, and he hasn't thought about how he's going to deal with walking out of here afterwards, but he still isn't worrying. All he wants is this rush, and to have Tsumugi squirming at his hands.]

I'd like to drive you wild. [He can say such lewd things. But it's with that comment that his body settles more against him, his legs shaking from trying to support his own weight over him, and from the intense feeling rising in his stomach. Tsumugi's hand strokes him in such a perfect way that he groans, eyes closing as his hips thrust against him again.]

More, more of that...! [HE'S LOUD AND EMBARRASSING. But he's almost there, too.] Don't stop, Tsumugi...!