[ How could Elan forget about his celebrity when Hiyori keeps reminding him? He would like to make a smart remark in reply, but the touch of that hand makes it very hard for him to do anything but take a long, deep breath as he tries to hold himself together. Not as easy as it sounds, honestly, since they've been building up to this for a good part of the night. So he sucks down another breath, panting, and lets himself arch up into the touch of Hiyori's hand, thrusting against his fingers in a bid to get a more friction and pleasure out of him. It's perhaps a little more needy than he'd like to come off as, but Hiyori's already seen this side of him. No real point in hiding it.
There are fingers against his chest and lips on his throat and he responds by digging fingers into his hair and dragging him closer, his breath hot and harsh against his ear as he tries not to squirm too much. The temptation is overwhelming, though. The touch and grip of his hand provides heat and pressure that he bot hcraves and wants to get away from. That strange dichotomy - the overwhelming want to finish and the almost-agony that makes one want to back away. ]
H-hey-
[ He murmurs, eyebrows lidding. There's a flicker of hesitation, a heartbeat where he's either trying to catch his breath or trying to decide what he's going to say. ]
I want you inside me. [ He's bright red when he says that, a touch reluctant to say it out loud, but... well. They've done this before, right. His cock twitches at his words - and he's not quite sure they're equipped for it here, but he wants to try at least. ]
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There are fingers against his chest and lips on his throat and he responds by digging fingers into his hair and dragging him closer, his breath hot and harsh against his ear as he tries not to squirm too much. The temptation is overwhelming, though. The touch and grip of his hand provides heat and pressure that he bot hcraves and wants to get away from. That strange dichotomy - the overwhelming want to finish and the almost-agony that makes one want to back away. ]
H-hey-
[ He murmurs, eyebrows lidding. There's a flicker of hesitation, a heartbeat where he's either trying to catch his breath or trying to decide what he's going to say. ]
I want you inside me. [ He's bright red when he says that, a touch reluctant to say it out loud, but... well. They've done this before, right. His cock twitches at his words - and he's not quite sure they're equipped for it here, but he wants to try at least. ]