[Motochika moans huskily, curling his fingers against Mitsuhide's scalp as a powerful tide of blissful sensation washes through him. Wonderful heat pools within him, gently strengthening with every light suck. Knowing that he won't be able to keep his eyes open much longer, he drinks in the erotic vision Mitsuhide makes with adoring, smouldering eyes: his lover's lips encircle his erection so perfectly, and Mitsuhide's expression is divinely beautiful, brimming with love.
He feels like the luckiest man alive.
Perhaps he is, because he knows Mitsuhide intends to give him much more.]
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He feels like the luckiest man alive.
Perhaps he is, because he knows Mitsuhide intends to give him much more.]