[He was just... letting it all hang out the whole time... Does the Yukimura at school wear anything under those soccer shorts, Masamune wonders? Maybe he'll spy on a game or two...
Ahem.
He even clears his throat out loud and settles on his haunches between Yukimura's legs, trying very hard (failing even harder) to not stare too blatantly at the boner right in front of him. He hasn't even been this close and personal with his own dick!
(He has tried. He put his neck out for three days.)
He glances up at Yukimura, then to the side, then the dick, then aside again. Shit, don't watch him, how the hell is he supposed to focus with this kind of pressure?! Deep breath in, then out. He settles one hand on Yukimura's knee and leans in to put the other around his cock, taking a moment to just kind of... marvel at its unfamiliarity. Already so hard, just from him... that's kinda nice.
He rubs his thumb along the underside and licks his lips in preparation. Here he goes. He's gonna do it. Any second now.
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Ahem.
He even clears his throat out loud and settles on his haunches between Yukimura's legs, trying very hard (failing even harder) to not stare too blatantly at the boner right in front of him. He hasn't even been this close and personal with his own dick!
(He has tried. He put his neck out for three days.)
He glances up at Yukimura, then to the side, then the dick, then aside again. Shit, don't watch him, how the hell is he supposed to focus with this kind of pressure?! Deep breath in, then out. He settles one hand on Yukimura's knee and leans in to put the other around his cock, taking a moment to just kind of... marvel at its unfamiliarity. Already so hard, just from him... that's kinda nice.
He rubs his thumb along the underside and licks his lips in preparation. Here he goes. He's gonna do it. Any second now.
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Are you ready?
[GOD.]