[ It's no longer painful the more Eichi moves inside him, as Tsumugi focuses on the delicious friction between them. He's still trying his best to cover his mouth, but in the end it's only futile to keep his voice down this low when his body's readily enjoying this. So he'll remove his hand from his mouth, resisting the urge to hide his face somewhere like on a book or some of his clothes that were strewn about on the floor next to him.
But actually, he does like it when Eichi goes faster, and his guttural moans really reflect what he feels. His own erection's already rock-hard, spilling a bit on his lower belly the more Eichi hits him in all the right ways. Though what Tsumugi wants is more, and he feels shameful just thinking about it.
But Eichi would love that, would he? ]
H-Harder... [ oh god he sounds like a slut just now, doesn't he ] Give -- ah! give it to me more, Eichi-kun...!
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But actually, he does like it when Eichi goes faster, and his guttural moans really reflect what he feels. His own erection's already rock-hard, spilling a bit on his lower belly the more Eichi hits him in all the right ways. Though what Tsumugi wants is more, and he feels shameful just thinking about it.
But Eichi would love that, would he? ]
H-Harder... [ oh god he sounds like a slut just now, doesn't he ] Give -- ah! give it to me more, Eichi-kun...!