[Each little sound Mitsuru makes hits him like lightning, sending a pulse of arousal straight through him, and with every moan, it becomes harder to measure himself, to keep from going too hard or too fast. Part of him wants to keep her here just like this, to see just how many different ways she can moan--
He groans when she tugs on his hair, a rumbling sound that vibrates against her.
She tastes, sounds, so incredible that he feels almost helpless to not do exactly as she asked, to slide his tongue against her clit slowly, softly, again and again.]
I want you to come for me, Mitsuru.
[He says it as if there's nothing in the world he's ever wanted more, slipping a finger into her on the exhale of her name.]
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He groans when she tugs on his hair, a rumbling sound that vibrates against her.
She tastes, sounds, so incredible that he feels almost helpless to not do exactly as she asked, to slide his tongue against her clit slowly, softly, again and again.]
I want you to come for me, Mitsuru.
[He says it as if there's nothing in the world he's ever wanted more, slipping a finger into her on the exhale of her name.]