[Elan's voice grows lower, breathier, even more deliciously desperate. He's keeping himself steady against the wall, but his hips sway back and forth, and it seems like he's trapped—unsure whether to thrust into the hand toying with his front or the pleasure he's receiving in back, perhaps. It's cute, and Hiyori loves seeing him like this.
But now he's at a crossroads. Does he really go for it, pushing them both over the edge? Or does he try to draw it out more, make Elan even more desperate? The latter is tempting. But it may require restraint he doesn't have. Every clench of Elan's body makes him feel delirious, and he's already close himself, for all that they haven't been at it too long. He's never done it like this, after all: under the warmth shower spray, a willing and eager partner bucking back against him, no condom to speak of.
For now he settles for thrusting himself in short, staccato jerks, unwilling to pull too far out of that tight, hot heat. Every movement creates an audible wet smack of his hips against Elan's ass, pricking his ears with heat, and he moans long and loud, his breath washing hot and heavy over Elan's temple, the back of his ear. Who's the one who's desperate here? Who's the one who can't help themselves?
Both of them, clearly. But he'll do everything in his power to make sure Elan's even more desperate. To pull more sweet, sweet sounds out of him.]
Haaah...
[He gives a low groan at the same time as Elan moans, and then he smiles. Pressing his hips forward, he grinds into Elan, his wrist twisting on Elan's cock, squeezing around the base and then stilling for a moment.]
Elan-kun and I... sound so good together... Just like karaoke! ♪
[(Hopefully the neighbors can't hear this "karaoke.")]
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But now he's at a crossroads. Does he really go for it, pushing them both over the edge? Or does he try to draw it out more, make Elan even more desperate? The latter is tempting. But it may require restraint he doesn't have. Every clench of Elan's body makes him feel delirious, and he's already close himself, for all that they haven't been at it too long. He's never done it like this, after all: under the warmth shower spray, a willing and eager partner bucking back against him, no condom to speak of.
For now he settles for thrusting himself in short, staccato jerks, unwilling to pull too far out of that tight, hot heat. Every movement creates an audible wet smack of his hips against Elan's ass, pricking his ears with heat, and he moans long and loud, his breath washing hot and heavy over Elan's temple, the back of his ear. Who's the one who's desperate here? Who's the one who can't help themselves?
Both of them, clearly. But he'll do everything in his power to make sure Elan's even more desperate. To pull more sweet, sweet sounds out of him.]
Haaah...
[He gives a low groan at the same time as Elan moans, and then he smiles. Pressing his hips forward, he grinds into Elan, his wrist twisting on Elan's cock, squeezing around the base and then stilling for a moment.]
Elan-kun and I... sound so good together... Just like karaoke! ♪
[(Hopefully the neighbors can't hear this "karaoke.")]