[Jun presses in with the tip of another finger, and he clings tighter, holding onto him for comfort and warmth. Jun sounds more confident now, which makes his heart throb. But beyond that, he sounds sweet. A devoted lover, promising to make him feel even better.]
Jun-kun, too. Jun-kun's also...
[Warm. But his voice trails off on an intake of breath as Jun slides another finger into him.
The stretch is wider, something he can really feel this time. He's flushed all the way down to his chest, his arms shifting restlessly around Jun's neck while he focuses on the feeling. It's not a mathematical equation—it doesn't automatically feel "twice as good" to have two in him. That spot inside him is small enough that it only takes one finger to rub, anyway. But having more of Jun does bring pleasure, both physical and psychological. He feels like he's being prepared, opened up so they can become one soon, and when Jun shifts his hand and crooks his finger in search of that one spot that drives him wild, he moans again and rocks his hips.]
Mm...
[His vision's all blurry. Jun's doing what he asked of him and it feels good. There's no criticism to be had. But he can always ask for more. He's the ever-greedy Hiyori Tomoe, after all, who never hesitates to give demands.]
Jun-kun should keep touching there. But my lips might get lonely, so he should kiss me, too! ♪
[Does he have the coordination to do both? Hopefully if Hiyori asks for it, he will.]
[ Seeing Hiyori's reactions gives him much-needed confidence, wanting to ensure he's getting this right. By the sounds of it, and feel, he seems to be hitting all the right spots. Longing to forever commit this moment to memory, Hiyori's laboured breathing, the struggle to finish his sentences... The feeling of him squeezing around Jun's fingers, leaves him wanting to do more. ]
You're so pretty like this... All cute and flushed, and not finishing what you wanna say.
[ Lost in the moment, Jun murmurs without thinking, allowing those words to be set free, taking over. As he draws Hiyori closer, using the second finger to gently stretch and open him up, a deep desire awakens within Jun. Wanting to push the boundaries and see how much more Ohii-san can take, there's an eagerness to commit the image to memory. But he does as Hiyori wants, continuing to rub at the same spot as earlier, curling his finger once he finds the exact spot again.
The intense heat against his fingers sends his brain into a frenzy, and Jun's entire body shivers in anticipation of the pleasure Hiyori must be feeling. Hiyori's hips rock against his own, his finger sliding in further, a near guttural moan escaping as his second finger moves in and out, still massaging the first. Jun's painfully hard and straining, desperate to keep feeding Hiyori more and more pleasure until it becomes overwhelming. ]
Promise I'll keep at it 'til ya want me to stop. 'Cause no part of me's planning on it, not while Ohii-san's bein' real greedy, cute and demanding. But if parts of Ohii-san feel lonely, I'll just pay 'em some attention, too!
[ He's unsure if he has the coordination for both. Paying attention to multiple parts of Hiyori might prove a bit challenging. But just because something's difficult doesn't mean he won't try it. Pressing his hips down, he hovers over Hiyori, taking in the familiar sight. His heart skips a beat as he leans in and firmly presses his lips against Hiyori's, the familiar taste causing Jun to whimper his name. ]
[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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Jun-kun, too. Jun-kun's also...
[Warm. But his voice trails off on an intake of breath as Jun slides another finger into him.
The stretch is wider, something he can really feel this time. He's flushed all the way down to his chest, his arms shifting restlessly around Jun's neck while he focuses on the feeling. It's not a mathematical equation—it doesn't automatically feel "twice as good" to have two in him. That spot inside him is small enough that it only takes one finger to rub, anyway. But having more of Jun does bring pleasure, both physical and psychological. He feels like he's being prepared, opened up so they can become one soon, and when Jun shifts his hand and crooks his finger in search of that one spot that drives him wild, he moans again and rocks his hips.]
Mm...
[His vision's all blurry. Jun's doing what he asked of him and it feels good. There's no criticism to be had. But he can always ask for more. He's the ever-greedy Hiyori Tomoe, after all, who never hesitates to give demands.]
Jun-kun should keep touching there. But my lips might get lonely, so he should kiss me, too! ♪
[Does he have the coordination to do both? Hopefully if Hiyori asks for it, he will.]
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You're so pretty like this... All cute and flushed, and not finishing what you wanna say.
[ Lost in the moment, Jun murmurs without thinking, allowing those words to be set free, taking over. As he draws Hiyori closer, using the second finger to gently stretch and open him up, a deep desire awakens within Jun. Wanting to push the boundaries and see how much more Ohii-san can take, there's an eagerness to commit the image to memory. But he does as Hiyori wants, continuing to rub at the same spot as earlier, curling his finger once he finds the exact spot again.
The intense heat against his fingers sends his brain into a frenzy, and Jun's entire body shivers in anticipation of the pleasure Hiyori must be feeling. Hiyori's hips rock against his own, his finger sliding in further, a near guttural moan escaping as his second finger moves in and out, still massaging the first. Jun's painfully hard and straining, desperate to keep feeding Hiyori more and more pleasure until it becomes overwhelming. ]
Promise I'll keep at it 'til ya want me to stop. 'Cause no part of me's planning on it, not while Ohii-san's bein' real greedy, cute and demanding. But if parts of Ohii-san feel lonely, I'll just pay 'em some attention, too!
[ He's unsure if he has the coordination for both. Paying attention to multiple parts of Hiyori might prove a bit challenging. But just because something's difficult doesn't mean he won't try it. Pressing his hips down, he hovers over Hiyori, taking in the familiar sight. His heart skips a beat as he leans in and firmly presses his lips against Hiyori's, the familiar taste causing Jun to whimper his name. ]
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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.]