He whines, low in his throat, his hips bucking up under the teasing as his head drops back to the bedding, hands curling in the blankets underneath him. Nanami's name is on his lips, falling easily into the air surrounding them.
He'd never thought he'd be able to feel this again, the need building inside him, the ache that he'd almost forgotten in the years since. "Kento.please"
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Date: 2024-01-06 04:09 am (UTC)He'd never thought he'd be able to feel this again, the need building inside him, the ache that he'd almost forgotten in the years since. "Kento.please"