[Ah, it's such a bad idea, but he can't help the way his throat goes dry when Izumi suggests they take things slowly. If the circumstances were different, he'd love to make this last as long as it could, just the two of them wrapped in a soft, colorful cocoon—but it's not just the two of them. That's the problem. So he leans into Izumi, a hand slipping down to his waist to stroke his Dominant's cock, unable to stop himself from shivering in anticipation, pressing small kisses to his neck and throat.]
I...didn't think so, either.
[There's no point in lying about how much he's enjoying it when he's this hard, when even the thought of Izumi fucking him here is making him breathless.]
W-We'll have to discuss that nickname a little later, but for now I just...
[He just wants Izumi. But it seems in poor taste to just repeat his own words back to him, so he tilts his head up to kiss his lips again, tongue moving against his mouth in a similarly languid pace to his hand on Izumi's dick.]
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I...didn't think so, either.
[There's no point in lying about how much he's enjoying it when he's this hard, when even the thought of Izumi fucking him here is making him breathless.]
W-We'll have to discuss that nickname a little later, but for now I just...
[He just wants Izumi. But it seems in poor taste to just repeat his own words back to him, so he tilts his head up to kiss his lips again, tongue moving against his mouth in a similarly languid pace to his hand on Izumi's dick.]