[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.]
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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.]