[Jun sinks deeper, curls inside him, rubs right over where it feels good, and Hiyori lets out a noise that's somewhere between a whine and a moan. His fingers flex in the sheets, teeth sunken into his lower lip. It's good. It's different from being touched on the outside, but good. A different sort of pleasure, more indirect, but still stimulating, stroking the heat inside him higher and higher.
It helps that he has plenty of other stimulation, both visual and mental. Everything eggs him on and stirs him up more: Jun's teasing smile and teasing words, his dark-eyed gaze, the little stutter of breath when Hiyori succeeds in flustering him about what he wants.
No. About what they both want.
Jun goes with it, rubbing him insistently, confirming everything Hiyori assumed and then doubling down. He calls him cute and tight and Hiyori's cock twitches, another rush of heat coloring his cheeks. It reminds him of during the Springtime game, how Jun had called him "squishy and cute" while pinching his thigh, and something about it really excites him, that combination of the "cute" compliment and the lewd talk about his body. The truth is, he wants that: wants to seduce Jun with his looks and his charm and his body, wants Jun to capitulate to fantasies of having him in his arms, in bed like this, pliant underneath him. He wants Jun to desire him so much that he's a slave to those urges, wants to feed those desires until Jun can't take it anymore and takes him.
That's what he imagines, for a brief moment, even as he's barely adjusted to that finger: Jun, overwhelmed with want, grabbing him by the hips or by the waist and sinking into him. The look on Jun's face when he does it, when he experiences a pleasure unlike anything he's felt. Jun is right about him.]
Only as... ah...
[Jun hits that good spot again and he moans, for real this time, his eyes going unfocused.]
O-Only as much as Jun-kun does.
[Which means he does want it want badly. After all, Jun clearly does. He hugs his legs around Jun's waist, hanging onto the sheets, managing to tease some more even as Jun's actions threaten to unravel him.]
Once I have all of Jun-kun, I'll hug and squeeze him tight ♪
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[Jun sinks deeper, curls inside him, rubs right over where it feels good, and Hiyori lets out a noise that's somewhere between a whine and a moan. His fingers flex in the sheets, teeth sunken into his lower lip. It's good. It's different from being touched on the outside, but good. A different sort of pleasure, more indirect, but still stimulating, stroking the heat inside him higher and higher.
It helps that he has plenty of other stimulation, both visual and mental. Everything eggs him on and stirs him up more: Jun's teasing smile and teasing words, his dark-eyed gaze, the little stutter of breath when Hiyori succeeds in flustering him about what he wants.
No. About what they both want.
Jun goes with it, rubbing him insistently, confirming everything Hiyori assumed and then doubling down. He calls him cute and tight and Hiyori's cock twitches, another rush of heat coloring his cheeks. It reminds him of during the Springtime game, how Jun had called him "squishy and cute" while pinching his thigh, and something about it really excites him, that combination of the "cute" compliment and the lewd talk about his body. The truth is, he wants that: wants to seduce Jun with his looks and his charm and his body, wants Jun to capitulate to fantasies of having him in his arms, in bed like this, pliant underneath him. He wants Jun to desire him so much that he's a slave to those urges, wants to feed those desires until Jun can't take it anymore and takes him.
That's what he imagines, for a brief moment, even as he's barely adjusted to that finger: Jun, overwhelmed with want, grabbing him by the hips or by the waist and sinking into him. The look on Jun's face when he does it, when he experiences a pleasure unlike anything he's felt. Jun is right about him.]
Only as... ah...
[Jun hits that good spot again and he moans, for real this time, his eyes going unfocused.]
O-Only as much as Jun-kun does.
[Which means he does want it want badly. After all, Jun clearly does. He hugs his legs around Jun's waist, hanging onto the sheets, managing to tease some more even as Jun's actions threaten to unravel him.]
Once I have all of Jun-kun, I'll hug and squeeze him tight ♪