[ With his empathy, Seimei's intent is as bright and clear as day, even at its most heated. And still, he shudders into his touch when the damp attentions of his mouth roll over his zipper, nerves and skin flourishing at the humidity and friction. Kizuna isn't a difficult man to please, ready to plunge into the clutch of desire at any hint of it.
Kizuna's gaze doesn't stray from him, bright beneath the velvet black of his lashes. Instead, his hands skirt his shoulders, palms sweeping up to gently hold the sides of his head, to thread his fingers in his hair. ]
Are you saying you want to be the one to push me to my limit, Seimei? [ Beneath the material of his pants, his cock thickens with arousal. ] I'd let you.
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Kizuna's gaze doesn't stray from him, bright beneath the velvet black of his lashes. Instead, his hands skirt his shoulders, palms sweeping up to gently hold the sides of his head, to thread his fingers in his hair. ]
Are you saying you want to be the one to push me to my limit, Seimei? [ Beneath the material of his pants, his cock thickens with arousal. ] I'd let you.