You should just get it over with, [ comes oushi's bitten words. in the back of his mind, there is something familiar about that laugh, something that tickles at the tips of his cherry-red ears, makes the hairs on the back of his neck stand. the breathiness compels him to remember, but he can hardly keep his wits about him, let alone manage a stroll down memory lane. all of his focus instead falls on the knuckle-white curl of his fists against the soft sheets beneath him (softer and more luxurious-feeling than he would have expected from such a cheesy production), and on every individual point of contact the man bent between his legs makes.
his breath hitches when he feels the tip of a nose trace up along his inner thigh, and his knee bobs up on reflex. hopefully not knocking against the other guy's head or anything — that wouldn't be sexy at all, would it? ]
Just a bite, right? [ his adam's apple bobs nervously against his throat. ] Just a taste.
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his breath hitches when he feels the tip of a nose trace up along his inner thigh, and his knee bobs up on reflex. hopefully not knocking against the other guy's head or anything — that wouldn't be sexy at all, would it? ]
Just a bite, right? [ his adam's apple bobs nervously against his throat. ] Just a taste.