[He sure does love to hear Tsumugi that desperate already. Don't hold back? When seconds ago he was trying to convince him otherwise? Eichi chuckles against his neck, quickly loosening his tie and pulling it away with a yank. His hand travels down, next, undoing the last few buttons of both jacket and shirt, and shoves to get them out of the way. He doesn't stop kissing for any of this, but all of his body does press more against him and the bookshelf.
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He doesn't intend to hold back at all.]