[He wants to. He wants to... he can't get the way that he says that out of his mind. It echoes, on repeat, and Eichi's mind spins at the contact, hardly noticing that his arms fall out of the hold they'd been in previously. They curl back against the wall, first, his breaths heavy and audible as Tsumugi's hot tongue trails over him. His whole body shudders with it, and finally, he realizes that he can move his hands.
One covers his own mouth, embarrassed by the sounds that want to slip out in this shameless enjoyment. More, more, he's not sure if this will be enough, but it's so good— the other hand moves without as much thought, running fingers through Tsumugi's hair. It's longer than it used to be, more of a mess.
But it seems to make Tsumugi happier, this way.
Eichi curls his slender fingers into it tightly, gripping, tugging just slightly. Not enough to disrupt what he's doing, but to encourage it, to ask for more, between the quiet gasps and soft moans already hitting the air, even past his palm.]
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[He wants to. He wants to... he can't get the way that he says that out of his mind. It echoes, on repeat, and Eichi's mind spins at the contact, hardly noticing that his arms fall out of the hold they'd been in previously. They curl back against the wall, first, his breaths heavy and audible as Tsumugi's hot tongue trails over him. His whole body shudders with it, and finally, he realizes that he can move his hands.
One covers his own mouth, embarrassed by the sounds that want to slip out in this shameless enjoyment. More, more, he's not sure if this will be enough, but it's so good— the other hand moves without as much thought, running fingers through Tsumugi's hair. It's longer than it used to be, more of a mess.
But it seems to make Tsumugi happier, this way.
Eichi curls his slender fingers into it tightly, gripping, tugging just slightly. Not enough to disrupt what he's doing, but to encourage it, to ask for more, between the quiet gasps and soft moans already hitting the air, even past his palm.]