[ In response, Elan spread his legs a little more to try and get a little more stable. Ending the evening by faceplanting into the side of the shower and smashing his nose would be a terrible thing, after all. Even so, he's losing himself a little in the pleasure and the heat that comes everytime Hiyori slides into him again. He breathes out in a little shaky sigh and tilts his head into the brush of lips against his temple.
He hates to admit it, but he feels... what?
Kinda safe? Taken care of?
He tries not to think about that too hard. Which is made easier when a hand slides against his cock and he makes a little noise - it feels good, especially when Hiyori is giving him something to rut himself into. He gasps, stutters, and then hitches his hips, his fingers curling against the tile as he finds himself pressed between Hiyori's hand and the roll of his hips against his ass. ]
Hiyori-
[ It's a low moan. He can feel himself building and building and he doesn't know how much longer he'll last. ]
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He hates to admit it, but he feels... what?
Kinda safe? Taken care of?
He tries not to think about that too hard. Which is made easier when a hand slides against his cock and he makes a little noise - it feels good, especially when Hiyori is giving him something to rut himself into. He gasps, stutters, and then hitches his hips, his fingers curling against the tile as he finds himself pressed between Hiyori's hand and the roll of his hips against his ass. ]
Hiyori-
[ It's a low moan. He can feel himself building and building and he doesn't know how much longer he'll last. ]