[Heat rolls through him in pleasurable waves, his heart throbbing steadily. His excitement intensifies when Jun calls him pretty and cute—two hits of pleasure that feel just as good as each prod of Jun's fingers. It's so good, being desired like this. So good being loved.
He moans louder, clings tighter, as Jun rubs inside him and nudges the same spot again. What can he do except hold on? The thought of demanding more proper relief—telling Jun to take his neglected cock into his hands—doesn't occur to him. There's a part of him that demands he try to come from just Jun's fingers. Or that he at least savors the feeling of Jun inside him for longer. Or maybe, just maybe...
His thoughts die out when Jun speaks to him again, calls him cute, promises to pay him attention all in that voice he loves so much. "Not good," Hiyori thinks—even hearing Jun speak feels pleasurable now. Which means he's absolutely done for. How can he go back to normal after this? How can he hope to conceal his feelings? Every time they're onstage together from now on and he looks at Jun-kun, or every time they're on a talk show and he hears Jun talk, his love will jump right out. It'll probably be written all over his face. A serious problem, but there's no helping it.
Still with that confident look, Jun swoops down to kiss him as instructed. His body presses down, too, cock nudging into Hiyori's hip, all hot and hard just for him, and he moans into Jun's mouth, torn between thrusting into his hand and wriggling up against him. His nails press into the skin of Jun's shoulder blades. What if he tells Jun to put it in him for his next demand? So they can feel good together? What's the worst that could happen?
Ah, but then he rolls his hips to meet Jun's body, to get more from his fingers and feel more of him pressing down, and his cock throbs dangerously. Just that little bit of friction puts him so much closer to the edge. It's unfair, how sensitive his body is. What should he do?
Try to drag Jun down with him, that's what. To make him just as desperate as he is.
Hiyori moans against his lips, the noises sounding a lot like "Jun-kun," while his hands slide down Jun's back, stopping at Jun's hips. He grabs them, pulls Jun down against him, while at the same time wriggling upwards, grinding their hips against each other and lining up their bodies. His insides clench tight around Jun's fingers, sucking them in, while his body throbs underneath him. And even if Jun's not inside him with his cock, they're still so closely entwined on the bed that it really feels like they are one—one tangled mass of limbs, drowning together in pleasure. Like the mermaid he fancies himself as, he'll lure his target underneath the waves with his siren song.]
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He moans louder, clings tighter, as Jun rubs inside him and nudges the same spot again. What can he do except hold on? The thought of demanding more proper relief—telling Jun to take his neglected cock into his hands—doesn't occur to him. There's a part of him that demands he try to come from just Jun's fingers. Or that he at least savors the feeling of Jun inside him for longer. Or maybe, just maybe...
His thoughts die out when Jun speaks to him again, calls him cute, promises to pay him attention all in that voice he loves so much. "Not good," Hiyori thinks—even hearing Jun speak feels pleasurable now. Which means he's absolutely done for. How can he go back to normal after this? How can he hope to conceal his feelings? Every time they're onstage together from now on and he looks at Jun-kun, or every time they're on a talk show and he hears Jun talk, his love will jump right out. It'll probably be written all over his face. A serious problem, but there's no helping it.
Still with that confident look, Jun swoops down to kiss him as instructed. His body presses down, too, cock nudging into Hiyori's hip, all hot and hard just for him, and he moans into Jun's mouth, torn between thrusting into his hand and wriggling up against him. His nails press into the skin of Jun's shoulder blades. What if he tells Jun to put it in him for his next demand? So they can feel good together? What's the worst that could happen?
Ah, but then he rolls his hips to meet Jun's body, to get more from his fingers and feel more of him pressing down, and his cock throbs dangerously. Just that little bit of friction puts him so much closer to the edge. It's unfair, how sensitive his body is. What should he do?
Try to drag Jun down with him, that's what. To make him just as desperate as he is.
Hiyori moans against his lips, the noises sounding a lot like "Jun-kun," while his hands slide down Jun's back, stopping at Jun's hips. He grabs them, pulls Jun down against him, while at the same time wriggling upwards, grinding their hips against each other and lining up their bodies. His insides clench tight around Jun's fingers, sucking them in, while his body throbs underneath him. And even if Jun's not inside him with his cock, they're still so closely entwined on the bed that it really feels like they are one—one tangled mass of limbs, drowning together in pleasure. Like the mermaid he fancies himself as, he'll lure his target underneath the waves with his siren song.]