Like th-that... [He can't see that well from this angle, but he can see Komaeda's arm, how it shifts as he moves his hand over himself. That's more than enough to make his head feel almost numbed with pleasure, his hands curling to press more against Komaeda's back, scratching lightly with nails, careful with him still as he moves his hips.
Leaning forward, he pushes his lips against Komaeda's shoulder, nipping, brushing his tongue over the spot as the side of his head brushes to his.]
It doesn't matter if you last... you can come as many times as you want. [What guy wouldn't be turned on hearing his boyfriend, feeling him coming?]
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Leaning forward, he pushes his lips against Komaeda's shoulder, nipping, brushing his tongue over the spot as the side of his head brushes to his.]
It doesn't matter if you last... you can come as many times as you want. [What guy wouldn't be turned on hearing his boyfriend, feeling him coming?]