[If only they shone half as bright as Yukimura's spirit. What a sight that would be.
Masamune would love to say as much, or at least a line about how all he wants to look at right now is Yukimura's face, but somewhere between hearing breathless chanting of his name and feeling the young tiger tremble in his arms, Masamune's completely at a loss for words. Nothing could possibly do justice to what he's feeling when they're merged like this, anyway.
It may be counter-productive to wanting Yukimura to enjoy the view, but Masamune props himself up and turns Yukimura's face towards him to lock them together in a kiss. He wants to fill himself with Yukimura's taste as he fills Yukimura with his own essence, and with a few erratic, forceful thrusts he lets himself come deep inside of him. His body seizes up but he's sure to keep working Yukimura's cock throughout, clumsy as he is about it.]
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Masamune would love to say as much, or at least a line about how all he wants to look at right now is Yukimura's face, but somewhere between hearing breathless chanting of his name and feeling the young tiger tremble in his arms, Masamune's completely at a loss for words. Nothing could possibly do justice to what he's feeling when they're merged like this, anyway.
It may be counter-productive to wanting Yukimura to enjoy the view, but Masamune props himself up and turns Yukimura's face towards him to lock them together in a kiss. He wants to fill himself with Yukimura's taste as he fills Yukimura with his own essence, and with a few erratic, forceful thrusts he lets himself come deep inside of him. His body seizes up but he's sure to keep working Yukimura's cock throughout, clumsy as he is about it.]