[He laughs, smug and satisfied and excited. Being wanted by Jun even more sounds like the opposite of a problem to him. On the contrary, that sounds exactly like what he wants; even if Jun's desire drives him absolutely crazy, Hiyori will still feel no remorse.]
Good! ♪ Jun-kun's head should always be full of thoughts of m—
[He doesn't quite finish the smug, cheerful retort. His voice cuts off on a gasp as Jun curls his finger, followed by a whimper as Jun grinds harshly into him.]
Mm!
[His vision whites out behind his squeezed-shut eyelids. The rubbing wasn't targeted; Jun just got lucky. But it felt so good he can't help but crave more, so good that it makes him as desperate as Jun clearly is.
Jun bows over him, kissing his temple, and his insides ache and ache. He feels Jun's thumb circle his rim, and the teasing touch makes him throb against his own stomach. He wants...]
J...Jun-kun.
[What does he want? His head feels dizzy, his fingers clutching the sheets like he's trying to hold on for dear life. He wants Jun to put more in him, he thinks, maybe. He wants Jun to touch that good spot again. He wants Jun to make good on his threat and lose control of himself. Even if it hurts, at least they'll be together as one. ... or so he thinks to himself in the heat of the moment, but if he actually did get hurt, he wouldn't be so happy and forgiving. Jun really is the responsible one here.
He breathes out,]
More...
[It sounds like a plea. Even though of course he'd say the great Hiyori Tomoe never pleads. His hips grind into Jun's hand, trying to make him hit that spot again, while his head tilts back, baring his throat. He's flushed all the way from his ears to his neck, lips parting as he breathes audibly.]
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Good! ♪ Jun-kun's head should always be full of thoughts of m—
[He doesn't quite finish the smug, cheerful retort. His voice cuts off on a gasp as Jun curls his finger, followed by a whimper as Jun grinds harshly into him.]
Mm!
[His vision whites out behind his squeezed-shut eyelids. The rubbing wasn't targeted; Jun just got lucky. But it felt so good he can't help but crave more, so good that it makes him as desperate as Jun clearly is.
Jun bows over him, kissing his temple, and his insides ache and ache. He feels Jun's thumb circle his rim, and the teasing touch makes him throb against his own stomach. He wants...]
J...Jun-kun.
[What does he want? His head feels dizzy, his fingers clutching the sheets like he's trying to hold on for dear life. He wants Jun to put more in him, he thinks, maybe. He wants Jun to touch that good spot again. He wants Jun to make good on his threat and lose control of himself. Even if it hurts, at least they'll be together as one. ... or so he thinks to himself in the heat of the moment, but if he actually did get hurt, he wouldn't be so happy and forgiving. Jun really is the responsible one here.
He breathes out,]
More...
[It sounds like a plea. Even though of course he'd say the great Hiyori Tomoe never pleads. His hips grind into Jun's hand, trying to make him hit that spot again, while his head tilts back, baring his throat. He's flushed all the way from his ears to his neck, lips parting as he breathes audibly.]