[That finger inside of him is nice, but it's not nearly enough for how much he wants. He breathes heavily at it, trying to shift as much as he can, even if the binds wrapped around him don't allow for much of it at all. It feels like every inch he takes is made to make them tighter. Like he doesn't even have to try standing on his own, because they'll hold him up.
Tsumugi's mouth is hot, and he makes a noise even at that kissing, head tilting slightly to allow for it, eyes slipping closed, face more flushed than before. All of it is so... gently intimate, isn't it? His head is spinning.]
More, Tsumugi... I want more, and more— [His breath hitches, fingers curling into his own hands.] More, more, there's no need to hold back, so...
[ there's no need to hold back... tsumugi's finger pauses for a few seconds at the very thought of losing himself in him, before slipping another slick finger inside. bless the vines for making it comfortable for eichi even at this harried situation; tsumugi will definitely have to make it up for him another time. if eichi would let him, that is.
he sucks on that frail neck until he leaves a reddening mark (ah, just leaving one on his skin alone is making his own cock twitch, how lame), and his tongue licks up until he reaches the other's eat to put his hot mouth on that earlobe. tsumugi still doesn't feel confident about initiating foreplay, but he's read a lot of books on the subject even before coming here to this depraved city, so eichi should be okay.
once he's sure that eichi's been stretched proper, he pulls his fingers out, shifts so that he's pinned impossibly closer to eichi, bringing his dick up and teasing the tip at the other's hole slightly. he just can't believe this is all real -- ]
Tell me... Tell me if anything hurts.
[ and he pushes in, slow and steady. the tightness of it all feels all too good, he's not sure if he even deserves this kind of pleasure himself, but he glances up at eichi's face for any reactions anyway, flushing deeply when he looks like he's loving it. ]
[He loves every bit of it. It's not just the mistletoe causing it, of course. The mistletoe is only making it an extreme desire that he can't turn away, no matter the history between them. No matter how much he should be avoiding Tsumugi, since Tsumugi deserves better... He can't. The only thing that would hurt would be letting Tsumugi walk away, right now.
He lets out a soft noise when he's pressed into, arms straining against the binds that hold them back, wanting to reach and hold Tsumugi back, to wrap around him and into that hair that's grown too long. But he can't. He's not allowed to, and maybe it's for the better, like that.]
It's— it's good, so don't stop, no matter what... Tsumugi.
[His noises are half emotional, with so much on his mind only making it all the more powerful, and he doesn't want Tsumugi to mistake it for genuine pain when he's only enjoying it more. He wants it. He wants it all. So desperately, god, what sort of view of him was Tsumugi going to have now?
He strains uselessly against the binds even more, mouth opened in heavy pants, unable to close, eyes slipping closed in his pleasure. His hips shift too, as little as they can with his legs pinned back, useless little things to try and take Tsumugi even more.]
UGH I KNOW
[That finger inside of him is nice, but it's not nearly enough for how much he wants. He breathes heavily at it, trying to shift as much as he can, even if the binds wrapped around him don't allow for much of it at all. It feels like every inch he takes is made to make them tighter. Like he doesn't even have to try standing on his own, because they'll hold him up.
Tsumugi's mouth is hot, and he makes a noise even at that kissing, head tilting slightly to allow for it, eyes slipping closed, face more flushed than before. All of it is so... gently intimate, isn't it? His head is spinning.]
More, Tsumugi... I want more, and more— [His breath hitches, fingers curling into his own hands.] More, more, there's no need to hold back, so...
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he sucks on that frail neck until he leaves a reddening mark (ah, just leaving one on his skin alone is making his own cock twitch, how lame), and his tongue licks up until he reaches the other's eat to put his hot mouth on that earlobe. tsumugi still doesn't feel confident about initiating foreplay, but he's read a lot of books on the subject even before coming here to this depraved city, so eichi should be okay.
once he's sure that eichi's been stretched proper, he pulls his fingers out, shifts so that he's pinned impossibly closer to eichi, bringing his dick up and teasing the tip at the other's hole slightly. he just can't believe this is all real -- ]
Tell me... Tell me if anything hurts.
[ and he pushes in, slow and steady. the tightness of it all feels all too good, he's not sure if he even deserves this kind of pleasure himself, but he glances up at eichi's face for any reactions anyway, flushing deeply when he looks like he's loving it. ]
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He lets out a soft noise when he's pressed into, arms straining against the binds that hold them back, wanting to reach and hold Tsumugi back, to wrap around him and into that hair that's grown too long. But he can't. He's not allowed to, and maybe it's for the better, like that.]
It's— it's good, so don't stop, no matter what... Tsumugi.
[His noises are half emotional, with so much on his mind only making it all the more powerful, and he doesn't want Tsumugi to mistake it for genuine pain when he's only enjoying it more. He wants it. He wants it all. So desperately, god, what sort of view of him was Tsumugi going to have now?
He strains uselessly against the binds even more, mouth opened in heavy pants, unable to close, eyes slipping closed in his pleasure. His hips shift too, as little as they can with his legs pinned back, useless little things to try and take Tsumugi even more.]