Yeah... please. [Never in his life did Kazunari ever expect this to happen. Getting a hand job in the dressing room was already way beyond his expectations. Now Tsumugi's sucking his dick? With a lead up that almost makes him feel like they're still part of a performance, albeit private and intimate? Damn.
Kazunari melts underneath the heat of Tsumugi's mouth. This isn't the first time he's gone down on him, so Tsumugi already knows all his weak spots but, again, this whole situation just amplifies every feeling and every spark of pleasure that jolts through Kazunari's body.
His hips twitch, aching to thrust into Tsumugi's mouth. Even his hands twitch, wanting to thread into his boyfriend's hair, to the point that he has to twist his hands into his own shirt to keep them still.]
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Kazunari melts underneath the heat of Tsumugi's mouth. This isn't the first time he's gone down on him, so Tsumugi already knows all his weak spots but, again, this whole situation just amplifies every feeling and every spark of pleasure that jolts through Kazunari's body.
His hips twitch, aching to thrust into Tsumugi's mouth. Even his hands twitch, wanting to thread into his boyfriend's hair, to the point that he has to twist his hands into his own shirt to keep them still.]
Mmgh-... Tsumutsumu... s'good. S'so good.