He's pushing back against those fingers, rocking helplessly between the teasing and the stretch, his lips parting on shaky moans, one hand freeing itself to tangle in Nanami's hair. tugging on his hair, pulling his head back a little, although he's trying not to yank hard.
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Date: 2024-01-10 02:32 pm (UTC)"Kento..." It's soft, breathless.