[Motochika groans, flexing his fingers impatiently. The insistent ache of his desire is difficult to ignore; only Mitsuhide's mouth at the crease of his thigh prevents him from rocking into Mitsuhide's touch. His lover is so close to where Motochika wants -- needs -- him.]
Much better.
[The tension in his body and voice is of the good sort: that breathless moment before plummeting into the deep waters of intense pleasure. He knows how talented Mitsuhide's mouth is, and that only heightens his anticipation.]
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Much better.
[The tension in his body and voice is of the good sort: that breathless moment before plummeting into the deep waters of intense pleasure. He knows how talented Mitsuhide's mouth is, and that only heightens his anticipation.]