[ izumi's completely lost it, especially with sandalphon's velvet thighs squeezing around his cock as he goes faster. the friction is so addicting and he's just - so close, and he wants sandalphon to scream along with him too, so his hand travels down to grope at his boyfriend's clothed dick, stroking it through the fabric. ]
Ah, fuck, I-- I love this so much, I love you...
[ well. he didn't mean to let that slip out, but there he is. ]
[Sandalphon sobs in relief as Izumi finally wraps those slender fingers around his aching cock. The smooth mesh of the tights gives it a feeling he's never experienced before, and it's wonderful.]
You as well...I love...I love you, Izumi...
[The warmth in his chest as he receives and returns such affectionate words is much different from the fire burning beneath his stomach, but it's no less pleasant. To be wanted, desired, loved, even when all he's doing is trying on a different outfit than what he would normally wear...
It makes him so happy he almost feels like he doesn't deserve it.
Sandalphon is a mess, cheek pressed against the table and panting aloud, barely bothering to suppress his gasps and moans as Izumi strokes him toward his climax, and it isn't much longer until he spills into his boyfriend's hand. His body wants to go limp in the afterglow, but he still stubbornly pushes back against Izumi's hips, thighs squeezed together, eager to eke out the same response from him even as his legs want to buckle beneath him.]
[ it doesn't take long for izumi to come right after sandalphon, especially after hearing the way his name leave his boyfriend's mouth. he spills all over his inner thighs, and even the inside of the maid outfit's skirt - it's just a mess overall, but he did warn sandalphon in advance, so.
he's going to bask in the afterglow with him, his breathing slowing down on the other's ear. mmm. ]
...Well, at least you won't have to wear this anymore.
[ he says as he places a kiss on sandalphon's cheek. mission accomplished. ]
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[ izumi's completely lost it, especially with sandalphon's velvet thighs squeezing around his cock as he goes faster. the friction is so addicting and he's just - so close, and he wants sandalphon to scream along with him too, so his hand travels down to grope at his boyfriend's clothed dick, stroking it through the fabric. ]
Ah, fuck, I-- I love this so much, I love you...
[ well. he didn't mean to let that slip out, but there he is. ]
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[Sandalphon sobs in relief as Izumi finally wraps those slender fingers around his aching cock. The smooth mesh of the tights gives it a feeling he's never experienced before, and it's wonderful.]
You as well...I love...I love you, Izumi...
[The warmth in his chest as he receives and returns such affectionate words is much different from the fire burning beneath his stomach, but it's no less pleasant. To be wanted, desired, loved, even when all he's doing is trying on a different outfit than what he would normally wear...
It makes him so happy he almost feels like he doesn't deserve it.
Sandalphon is a mess, cheek pressed against the table and panting aloud, barely bothering to suppress his gasps and moans as Izumi strokes him toward his climax, and it isn't much longer until he spills into his boyfriend's hand. His body wants to go limp in the afterglow, but he still stubbornly pushes back against Izumi's hips, thighs squeezed together, eager to eke out the same response from him even as his legs want to buckle beneath him.]
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he's going to bask in the afterglow with him, his breathing slowing down on the other's ear. mmm. ]
...Well, at least you won't have to wear this anymore.
[ he says as he places a kiss on sandalphon's cheek. mission accomplished. ]