[If only he could bottle up these sounds and have them whenever he wanted. It would be a lot more convenient than bothering Tsumugi at unrealistic times of the day. He's found this desire won't leave him now that he's had a taste, though. Like anything he enjoys, he wants to enjoy it to the best of his ability, as much as possible, full force, and so he doesn't stop now, even in the school library.
Listening to Tsumugi's requests with soft little kisses whenever he can duck low enough to reach Tsumugi's chest or neck, he pounds into him harder, faster. He's surprised at his own ability to move his body this much. It's definitely pushing himself, but as pleasure rises in his own gut and shoots through him, he can't stop. He doesn't want to stop at all.
He can't manage words anymore, just focusing on the sounds of their moving bodies, of Tsumugi saying such lewd things, and of their heavy breaths mixing. Once he settles into a decent enough rhythm, one of his hands slips between them enough to stroke sloppily at Tsumugi, as well. His focus can't be there at all, but he can certainly reward him with small touches and extra stimulation like this.]
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Listening to Tsumugi's requests with soft little kisses whenever he can duck low enough to reach Tsumugi's chest or neck, he pounds into him harder, faster. He's surprised at his own ability to move his body this much. It's definitely pushing himself, but as pleasure rises in his own gut and shoots through him, he can't stop. He doesn't want to stop at all.
He can't manage words anymore, just focusing on the sounds of their moving bodies, of Tsumugi saying such lewd things, and of their heavy breaths mixing. Once he settles into a decent enough rhythm, one of his hands slips between them enough to stroke sloppily at Tsumugi, as well. His focus can't be there at all, but he can certainly reward him with small touches and extra stimulation like this.]