[Elan's really going for it now. The visual and the sensation combine to turn Hiyori even more delirious, leaving him unable to say much besides Good, good, like that over and over. Being silent is also an option, but not one he likes! Hopefully Elan enjoys hearing his voice in the throes of passion, just as Hiyori liked hearing Elan's cute moans.
He's throbbing all over when Elan pauses yet again, panting hard for breath. He groans, his chest heaving, giving Elan A Look through narrowed eyes. But it's hard to even look at Elan directly when he's so disheveled, and the sight goes straight to his cock. Elan's exertion is obvious and the spittle should be gross, but in the moment it's just wildly hot, and there's definitely a bit of precum mixed in that saliva trail, he's been aroused for so long. And Elan's question hits him like another great bolt of heat. No one's asked him that one before. He could make a mess of Elan if he wants.
But instead he pets his hair and says,]
Inside.
[His lips twist.]
So try not to waste a drop, alright? ♪
[And that's the last pithy line he can get in before Elan goes down again. He tilts his head back and moans, fingers clenched tight in the sheets and in Elan's hair, hips jerking repeatedly into it, unable to hold back anymore. All he can do is chase that heat, and it's not long at all before he comes where he said he would, gasping the other boy's name.
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He's throbbing all over when Elan pauses yet again, panting hard for breath. He groans, his chest heaving, giving Elan A Look through narrowed eyes. But it's hard to even look at Elan directly when he's so disheveled, and the sight goes straight to his cock. Elan's exertion is obvious and the spittle should be gross, but in the moment it's just wildly hot, and there's definitely a bit of precum mixed in that saliva trail, he's been aroused for so long. And Elan's question hits him like another great bolt of heat. No one's asked him that one before. He could make a mess of Elan if he wants.
But instead he pets his hair and says,]
Inside.
[His lips twist.]
So try not to waste a drop, alright? ♪
[And that's the last pithy line he can get in before Elan goes down again. He tilts his head back and moans, fingers clenched tight in the sheets and in Elan's hair, hips jerking repeatedly into it, unable to hold back anymore. All he can do is chase that heat, and it's not long at all before he comes where he said he would, gasping the other boy's name.
Or trying to. He sort of misses a syllable.]
Elan-k...!