[Too much is exactly what he's hoping for, and god, when she arches against him it's almost enough to send him over the edge, too. Arousal pulses through him, bubbling out in a soft groan against her at the cadence of her voice, the sound of his name moaned out in pleasure.
He already wants to hear it again.
Planting small, wet kisses on the delicate skin of her inner thighs, he savors the sight, the sound, of her riding through the waves of aftershocks, commits the bliss in her expression to memory.]
Mitsuru, [whispered breathlessly between kisses, probably a little more unguarded than he should realistically let himself be, but-- he can't help it. Not with her.]
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He already wants to hear it again.
Planting small, wet kisses on the delicate skin of her inner thighs, he savors the sight, the sound, of her riding through the waves of aftershocks, commits the bliss in her expression to memory.]
Mitsuru, [whispered breathlessly between kisses, probably a little more unguarded than he should realistically let himself be, but-- he can't help it. Not with her.]