[ Revealing the way Hiyori sounds, he lets out a breathy laugh, all filled with desire. With each movement, Hiyori feels deliciously tight around his probing finger, sending his brain haywire. Each shallow exhale tingles against Jun's skin, a delicate contrast to the warm, tight embrace as he continues exploring. Having the squeeze of Hiyori's thighs guided his finger in with ease, despite his initial hesitation before plunging deeper.
He can't shake the overwhelming sensation that his finger is inside Hiyori, that he's touching his partner in a way he never has before. Almost struggling to keep it together, he can't help but continue his playful touch and playful words, which inadvertently help Jun maintain composure. It's obvious in the way he stutters Hiyori has succeeded in flustering him, as the rubbing inside becomes more earnest and almost desperate. It hardly helps that Hiyori keeps talking, and Jun has half a mind to take what they both want. It's the same thought he had when they first touched one another; he wants Hiyori for his own selfish reasons: "It's what you want, isn't it?" The voice said the same thing back then as it does now.
Despite the temptation, he resists the urge to give in to his fantasies, determined to keep a level head. It feels all too real to have Hiyori beneath him, all needy and ready to give in to him. His eyes drift half-shut as he watches Hiyori's features contort with pleasure when Jun hits that sensitive spot. Hasn't he already become a slave to those urges? Better yet, a slave to Hiyori, as he's been seduced, taken in, and left wanting more. Having those fantasies, Jun's cock twitches and presses upward as he subtly rolls his hips in rhythm with the finger's movements.
Gaze fixed intently on Hiyori, his mouth half-open as he bites down, shivers sending down his spine hearing the beautiful, breathy moan. The one that forces Jun to curl his finger harshly, wanting to feel every inch, crevasse, and point of where his finger can reach. ]
Q..quit it, Ohii-san. You're making me want you even more.
[ His tone is a little stern, only because he's meant to be the responsible one. He wasn't meant to give in to those urges, not like this. A breathy moan spills past his lips, having Hiyori hug tight again, the heat leads straight to his cock.
His breathing becomes short as he manages to press a soft kiss on Hiyori's temple, overcome with a desire he can't quite quench. His thumb outlines the rim of Hiyori's hole, tempting him to slide another finger inside to quench the desire to slide something else inside. ]
Goddamn... Fuck...
[ Even though Hiyori has admitted to wanting this just as badly, he can't bring himself to act on it. Jun's finger twitches with the urge to grab him, still fighting the impulse, trying to suppress the overwhelming want Ohii-san's stirring within him. Better yet, he needs to find a way to rid himself of this sense that Hiyori is pushing him dangerously close to losing control. ]
You're so goddamn insufferable, you know that? I want it so goddamn badly, Ohii-san, and I'm boutta lose control.
[ Evidently, his favourite word continues to slip past his lips. ]
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He can't shake the overwhelming sensation that his finger is inside Hiyori, that he's touching his partner in a way he never has before. Almost struggling to keep it together, he can't help but continue his playful touch and playful words, which inadvertently help Jun maintain composure. It's obvious in the way he stutters Hiyori has succeeded in flustering him, as the rubbing inside becomes more earnest and almost desperate. It hardly helps that Hiyori keeps talking, and Jun has half a mind to take what they both want. It's the same thought he had when they first touched one another; he wants Hiyori for his own selfish reasons: "It's what you want, isn't it?" The voice said the same thing back then as it does now.
Despite the temptation, he resists the urge to give in to his fantasies, determined to keep a level head. It feels all too real to have Hiyori beneath him, all needy and ready to give in to him. His eyes drift half-shut as he watches Hiyori's features contort with pleasure when Jun hits that sensitive spot. Hasn't he already become a slave to those urges? Better yet, a slave to Hiyori, as he's been seduced, taken in, and left wanting more. Having those fantasies, Jun's cock twitches and presses upward as he subtly rolls his hips in rhythm with the finger's movements.
Gaze fixed intently on Hiyori, his mouth half-open as he bites down, shivers sending down his spine hearing the beautiful, breathy moan. The one that forces Jun to curl his finger harshly, wanting to feel every inch, crevasse, and point of where his finger can reach. ]
Q..quit it, Ohii-san. You're making me want you even more.
[ His tone is a little stern, only because he's meant to be the responsible one. He wasn't meant to give in to those urges, not like this. A breathy moan spills past his lips, having Hiyori hug tight again, the heat leads straight to his cock.
His breathing becomes short as he manages to press a soft kiss on Hiyori's temple, overcome with a desire he can't quite quench. His thumb outlines the rim of Hiyori's hole, tempting him to slide another finger inside to quench the desire to slide something else inside. ]
Goddamn... Fuck...
[ Even though Hiyori has admitted to wanting this just as badly, he can't bring himself to act on it. Jun's finger twitches with the urge to grab him, still fighting the impulse, trying to suppress the overwhelming want Ohii-san's stirring within him. Better yet, he needs to find a way to rid himself of this sense that Hiyori is pushing him dangerously close to losing control. ]
You're so goddamn insufferable, you know that? I want it so goddamn badly, Ohii-san, and I'm boutta lose control.
[ Evidently, his favourite word continues to slip past his lips. ]