True! That's why Elan-kun seduced me in the shower—
[His teasing is cut short by a quick peck on the lips. He kisses back, then watches Elan bend over in front him. Braced against the wall, with one hand reaching behind himself, he looks just as Hiyori pictured in his imagination. So Elan does play with himself in the shower!
Except he's not having some fun alone right now. This time, he's presenting himself like an offering. Hiyori's eyes widen and his throat goes dry, a great bolt of heat jolting through his spine. If he had any lingering misgivings, any serious objection about not using condoms, they all seem to melt away. He feels like a man possessed as he steps forward, hands sinking into Elan's hips, gripping the sides of his ass.]
Elan-kun looks so adorably desperate.
[He says, as though his heart isn't beating fast and his fingers aren't trembling from excitement himself. He's never quite been in this sort of erotic situation, with such a shameless, eager partner. He moves a hand to position himself, pressing his uncovered cock against Elan's hole, and exhales another hot, shaky breath.]
But one of us has to be responsible, so I'll try not to mess you up too badly.
[And then he starts to push into him, into that beckoning heat. True to his word, he pauses after about three inches, noticing how tight Elan feels and not wanting to hurt him. But his breath is all caught in his throat and his eyes are wide and stunned—stunned by how tight Elan squeezes him, by how good it already feels.]
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[His teasing is cut short by a quick peck on the lips. He kisses back, then watches Elan bend over in front him. Braced against the wall, with one hand reaching behind himself, he looks just as Hiyori pictured in his imagination. So Elan does play with himself in the shower!
Except he's not having some fun alone right now. This time, he's presenting himself like an offering. Hiyori's eyes widen and his throat goes dry, a great bolt of heat jolting through his spine. If he had any lingering misgivings, any serious objection about not using condoms, they all seem to melt away. He feels like a man possessed as he steps forward, hands sinking into Elan's hips, gripping the sides of his ass.]
Elan-kun looks so adorably desperate.
[He says, as though his heart isn't beating fast and his fingers aren't trembling from excitement himself. He's never quite been in this sort of erotic situation, with such a shameless, eager partner. He moves a hand to position himself, pressing his uncovered cock against Elan's hole, and exhales another hot, shaky breath.]
But one of us has to be responsible, so I'll try not to mess you up too badly.
[And then he starts to push into him, into that beckoning heat. True to his word, he pauses after about three inches, noticing how tight Elan feels and not wanting to hurt him. But his breath is all caught in his throat and his eyes are wide and stunned—stunned by how tight Elan squeezes him, by how good it already feels.]