Haibara shudders, his hips bucking into the warmth of Nanami's mouth helplessly, the finger pressing in dragging another gasping moan from his lips, his grip almost white knuckled on Nanami's shoulders. "...Kento, I.." He's so close just from the teasing, the finger and the feedback through their bond.
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Date: 2024-01-10 12:49 pm (UTC)"I can't.."