[Ren gasps, his fingers trembling against Midare’s hips. Slender fingers grasp, possibly too roughly though he doesn’t mean to. There’s warmth and weight resting on him. There. Where’s he’s hard and stiff and so sensitive.]
I- [For someone who hasn’t done any of this before he’s enthusiastic to continue.] Why did it feel like that?
[Being kissed. It was. He didn’t have words for how it felt. He wanted Midare to kiss him over and over.]
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I- [For someone who hasn’t done any of this before he’s enthusiastic to continue.] Why did it feel like that?
[Being kissed. It was. He didn’t have words for how it felt. He wanted Midare to kiss him over and over.]