He doesn't realize what Nanami's doing at first only whines at the loss of contat, the warmth of Nanami's body against his own and the overwhelming need rolling through him. And then he looks down and forgets to breathe, eyes widening at the sight of his lover on his knees, his mouth so dry he has to wet his lips.

He doesn't resist, moves as Nanami wants and the sound he makes when Nanami's tongue strokes over his shaft, when he's inside the warm heat of Nanami's mouth? It's a gasping broken little cry of Nanami's name, hands finding purchase on Nanami's shoulders, gripping them to keep himself upright.

"...Fuck.." It's soft and breathless. He doesn't swear often, but in the moment he can't help himself. "..Kento, you..."