[ He hears that 'thanks' and all of the meaning it carries, and it's impossible not to smile.
Yukimura thrusts in as deep as he can while taking care not to get too swept up in the moment. It takes a fair amount of self-control keep the loving tender; after all, lube helps, but it only goes so far. The friction and Masamune's murmurs of his name are testing him, and the cool fresh air against his skin tells him he's starting to sweat.
He grabs one of Masamune's hands and threads their fingers together. He wants all the contact he can get. ]
Is this how -- you envisioned it? Making love... that is.
[ If this is going to be something they remember forever, he wants to make sure he's doing it right. ]
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Yukimura thrusts in as deep as he can while taking care not to get too swept up in the moment. It takes a fair amount of self-control keep the loving tender; after all, lube helps, but it only goes so far. The friction and Masamune's murmurs of his name are testing him, and the cool fresh air against his skin tells him he's starting to sweat.
He grabs one of Masamune's hands and threads their fingers together. He wants all the contact he can get. ]
Is this how -- you envisioned it? Making love... that is.
[ If this is going to be something they remember forever, he wants to make sure he's doing it right. ]