[Maybe he should have done it to himself. He'd been planning to at some point. This is uncharted territory for him too, but part of him feels like it's his job to guide Jun-kun through this world, just as he guided him through dance and singing lessons. He's the older one, after all. He wants to be seen as a reliable cool senpai, and he wants to sweep Jun off his feet! Not literally, of course (that's Jun-kun's job), but figuratively. He wants to see Jun overwhelmed and awestruck, sort of like he was when Hiyori went down on him that one time, and to that end, he'd wanted to be prepared.
Still. It might just be a good thing that he never got around to it. If he had, the sensation of Jun sinking a finger into him probably wouldn't be quite so breathtaking, so sensuous. He gasps, mostly from surprise; after all the massaging around down there, it feels sudden. So distracting that he forgets to respond to Jun's jab about his yapping. But apart from "sudden" and "distracting," how else does it feel?
Strange. Though not in a bad way. It doesn't hurt or feel uncomfortable; he's tight inside, but his body doesn't resist. There's also a sense of relief. He was craving something there and now he has it, has part of Jun inside him.
Excitement and heat flare up as soon as he has that thought. As soon as he thinks it—thinks That's Jun-kun inside me—a strong, throbbing ache occurs throughout his body. His cock pulses, flushed red against his skin. And he's throbbing on the inside, too, squeezing around Jun's finger. It's almost overwhelming, how responsive his body is.
He exhales shakily, chest rising and falling. His grip tightens in the sheets when Jun curls his finger. That felt different, didn't it? Like it was edging close to something good.]
... great! I can't wait.
[His voice sounds even breathier now. It also sounds distracted. He's no longer thinking about the couple's oil massage as he focuses his eyes on Jun's face, a shiver traveling through him when he sees the look there: that undeniable desire aimed squarely at him. Just him, no one else. Jun looks hungry, and Hiyori knows exactly what he's hungry for.
A sly smile, and he brings his legs in tighter around Jun's waist, dropping his voice down low as he teases:]
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Still. It might just be a good thing that he never got around to it. If he had, the sensation of Jun sinking a finger into him probably wouldn't be quite so breathtaking, so sensuous. He gasps, mostly from surprise; after all the massaging around down there, it feels sudden. So distracting that he forgets to respond to Jun's jab about his yapping. But apart from "sudden" and "distracting," how else does it feel?
Strange. Though not in a bad way. It doesn't hurt or feel uncomfortable; he's tight inside, but his body doesn't resist. There's also a sense of relief. He was craving something there and now he has it, has part of Jun inside him.
Excitement and heat flare up as soon as he has that thought. As soon as he thinks it—thinks That's Jun-kun inside me—a strong, throbbing ache occurs throughout his body. His cock pulses, flushed red against his skin. And he's throbbing on the inside, too, squeezing around Jun's finger. It's almost overwhelming, how responsive his body is.
He exhales shakily, chest rising and falling. His grip tightens in the sheets when Jun curls his finger. That felt different, didn't it? Like it was edging close to something good.]
... great! I can't wait.
[His voice sounds even breathier now. It also sounds distracted. He's no longer thinking about the couple's oil massage as he focuses his eyes on Jun's face, a shiver traveling through him when he sees the look there: that undeniable desire aimed squarely at him. Just him, no one else. Jun looks hungry, and Hiyori knows exactly what he's hungry for.
A sly smile, and he brings his legs in tighter around Jun's waist, dropping his voice down low as he teases:]
I bet I know what Jun-kun wants.