[ Struggling to see Hiyori as the "reliable cool senpai" - most of the time, the senpai dynamic just didn't fit. In fact, Jun couldn't even remember the last time he had thought of Hiyori in that way. And right now, it hardly mattered; what mattered was how they both felt about each other, even if it was as clear as day.
Being with Ohii-san always felt like the first time, overwhelming Jun with desire and a deep, all-encompassing love. He wants nothing more than to shower Hiyori in the love and affection he deserved. Jun was still learning that part, but he was trying harder than ever before for the person who had taught him about the world and how to love.
Having Hiyori’s body react in a way that sent heat rushing to Jun's cheeks. The tightness squeezing his finger has him wanting more, and Jun's breathing grows more hot and ragged, as if he was having trouble catching his breath. Maybe the element of surprise had helped Jun become more aware of just how much Hiyori wanted him.
All he wants to do is continue exploring, attuning to every sound Hiyori makes, every tug of the sheets seared into his mind. Should he curl his finger again? The sheets were pulling tighter, so he decides to try it once more. The overwhelming feeling remains, the tight squeeze around his finger, and the way Hiyori reacts causes him to look back with a hunger in his eyes. ]
Ohii-san, does it… feel good? ‘Cause you feel good ‘round my finger.
[ He doesn’t need to ask, the reactions are enough for Jun to go by. But it’s the way Hiyori sounds; as if he’s distracted and breathier, and he’s quit yapping on about the couple’s oil massage—as if his breath has been stolen away.
Isn’t this what Jun wanted? To touch Hiyori wherever he pleases, and without judgment, or any doubt clouding his mind? What else does he want? It seems Hiyori knows before his body has caught up.
His gaze fixes on Hiyori, not wanting to leave for a second. The sly smile, how Hiyori draws in his legs tighter— Jun can’t help the throb of desire coursing in his stomach, nor the sudden throb of his cock pressing against bare skin. ]
Ye-ah, and what’s that~? Part of me thinks I dunno what I want.
[ He can clearly hear the tease behind the words, but right now he can’t find it in himself to care. Jun has Hiyori right where he wants him, so he’ll go along with it. ]
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Being with Ohii-san always felt like the first time, overwhelming Jun with desire and a deep, all-encompassing love. He wants nothing more than to shower Hiyori in the love and affection he deserved. Jun was still learning that part, but he was trying harder than ever before for the person who had taught him about the world and how to love.
Having Hiyori’s body react in a way that sent heat rushing to Jun's cheeks. The tightness squeezing his finger has him wanting more, and Jun's breathing grows more hot and ragged, as if he was having trouble catching his breath. Maybe the element of surprise had helped Jun become more aware of just how much Hiyori wanted him.
All he wants to do is continue exploring, attuning to every sound Hiyori makes, every tug of the sheets seared into his mind. Should he curl his finger again? The sheets were pulling tighter, so he decides to try it once more. The overwhelming feeling remains, the tight squeeze around his finger, and the way Hiyori reacts causes him to look back with a hunger in his eyes. ]
Ohii-san, does it… feel good? ‘Cause you feel good ‘round my finger.
[ He doesn’t need to ask, the reactions are enough for Jun to go by. But it’s the way Hiyori sounds; as if he’s distracted and breathier, and he’s quit yapping on about the couple’s oil massage—as if his breath has been stolen away.
Isn’t this what Jun wanted? To touch Hiyori wherever he pleases, and without judgment, or any doubt clouding his mind? What else does he want? It seems Hiyori knows before his body has caught up.
His gaze fixes on Hiyori, not wanting to leave for a second. The sly smile, how Hiyori draws in his legs tighter— Jun can’t help the throb of desire coursing in his stomach, nor the sudden throb of his cock pressing against bare skin. ]
Ye-ah, and what’s that~? Part of me thinks I dunno what I want.
[ He can clearly hear the tease behind the words, but right now he can’t find it in himself to care. Jun has Hiyori right where he wants him, so he’ll go along with it. ]
… can ya read my mind now, Ohii-san?