[He doesn't get it. Of course, how could he, after everything that happened?]
It's— [But to help, he'll pull his hand away from his face, even if it's embarrassing, grabbing back against the wall, instead. Curling there and into Tsumugi's hair, gasping out before he can get another word. He pushes past it, voice shaking with need, want, pleasure.] Warm, and incredible. I can barely speak...
[He's in so much need, thanks to this mistletoe, and the soft moan that slips out says that, too. His legs strain against the garlands, wanting to stretch, to draw Tsumugi closer somehow.
He wants more, truthfully. To be closer, connected, to be filled— but there's no way he'd ask for it. Even this is too much, it's not something Tsumugi should burden himself with, and yet... He said he wants it.]
Please... Tsumugi, it's making me terribly greedy... Ahh, k-keep going, or I won't be able to stand it. It's good, it's good, of course it's good.
well now's a good time for this
It's— [But to help, he'll pull his hand away from his face, even if it's embarrassing, grabbing back against the wall, instead. Curling there and into Tsumugi's hair, gasping out before he can get another word. He pushes past it, voice shaking with need, want, pleasure.] Warm, and incredible. I can barely speak...
[He's in so much need, thanks to this mistletoe, and the soft moan that slips out says that, too. His legs strain against the garlands, wanting to stretch, to draw Tsumugi closer somehow.
He wants more, truthfully. To be closer, connected, to be filled— but there's no way he'd ask for it. Even this is too much, it's not something Tsumugi should burden himself with, and yet... He said he wants it.]
Please... Tsumugi, it's making me terribly greedy... Ahh, k-keep going, or I won't be able to stand it. It's good, it's good, of course it's good.
[He's really lost to this.]