[ he moans again, a ragged thing that's punctuated by the greedy way he works his hips back against shiro's mouth. everything in him feels like it's on fire; he needs shiro inside him, fucking him, so badly that he's nearly driven crazy by it, but his mouth feels too fucking good to pull away from. and he's too impossibly turned on to know what to do about all the conflicting desires raging through him, so.
he just grinds back against shiro's tongue with a greedy little whine, trying to chase down the edge of an orgasm he can feel trying to build at the pit of his belly. ]
Sh-Shiro, god, I need to -- [ he drops his head forward with a pant, groaning at the ache in his dick. ] I wanna come, I need to, I need, I --
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he just grinds back against shiro's tongue with a greedy little whine, trying to chase down the edge of an orgasm he can feel trying to build at the pit of his belly. ]
Sh-Shiro, god, I need to -- [ he drops his head forward with a pant, groaning at the ache in his dick. ] I wanna come, I need to, I need, I --