[ Yeah, being underwhelmed was never a concern. Masamune's more afraid of coming right in his pants and putting an end to this living fantasy before it gets to really take off. His head's too foggy to come up with a clever retort, his entire body feeling laden with the charge of a thunderstorm, every nerve on fire. Something laying dormant in his soul stirs.
At least now that he's made a few small noises, it's a little easier to keep going with them. Or maybe he's realized that there's no dignity left in getting fucked in a goddamn Denny's in the first place. His breaths come out hot and ragged and loud, punctuated with quiet vocalizations from his slack mouth.
Damn it, he's supposed to be the cool one here! Or at the very least, not the one getting completely dominated... It feels fantastic to be touched, he's not complaining about that, but how the hell is he supposed to get even one equally embarrassing noise out of Yukimura like this?
He writhes against his technical rival, rubbing his back up against mostly-bare torso, turning in his grip to at least face him. Being able to put his hands against that stupid sexy chest without dislocating something is a good start. ]
M-more. [ He wants it to sound like an order but it comes out more like a plea. He can't even make eye contact without needing to shyly break off immediately. That's not cool at all! ] Show me everything you got.
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At least now that he's made a few small noises, it's a little easier to keep going with them. Or maybe he's realized that there's no dignity left in getting fucked in a goddamn Denny's in the first place. His breaths come out hot and ragged and loud, punctuated with quiet vocalizations from his slack mouth.
Damn it, he's supposed to be the cool one here! Or at the very least, not the one getting completely dominated... It feels fantastic to be touched, he's not complaining about that, but how the hell is he supposed to get even one equally embarrassing noise out of Yukimura like this?
He writhes against his technical rival, rubbing his back up against mostly-bare torso, turning in his grip to at least face him. Being able to put his hands against that stupid sexy chest without dislocating something is a good start. ]
M-more. [ He wants it to sound like an order but it comes out more like a plea. He can't even make eye contact without needing to shyly break off immediately. That's not cool at all! ] Show me everything you got.