[He knows where this will end. Elan-kun looks so desperate, so needy and cute. Sounds it, too, whining and moaning with a voice that Hiyori now knows can produce some pleasant singing. Perhaps in another life, he helps Elan train that voice into something special, something he can dazzle audiences with. But in this life, he's content to keep the sound of Elan's cute voice all to himself.

There's just one more thing he wants to hear, though.]

Sure, sure. I'll give you exactly what you want. And in return, you can give me something ♪

[His slippery hand, slick with sweat and Elan's precum, drags and squeezes along the shaft. His fingers continue their targeted grinding, not trying to stretch Elan out, just focused on bringing him pleasure. He brings their faces close, close enough that his wavy bangs brush Elan's forehead, close enough that Elan can feel his breath.]

Why not tell me what I want to hear?

[He twists his wrist on Elan's cock, voice breathy and hot and positively dripping with greed, speaking almost against Elan's skin.]

My name, said in that sweet voice of yours ♪