[That comes out a little more gruffly than he means it to be, and tips his head, turning to catch him in a soft, exhausted kiss.]
Ah . . . good.
[That's better. He can feel his eyes growing heavy, but he's not such a thoughtless jerk he'll leave Toshinori with nothing at all. Biting back a yawn, he squirms a little, wriggling his hips and pushing his ass down. Do you want that, Toshinori? Would that be good for you?]
Your turn. Tell me-- [whoops, another yawn] --tell me what you want.
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[That comes out a little more gruffly than he means it to be, and tips his head, turning to catch him in a soft, exhausted kiss.]
Ah . . . good.
[That's better. He can feel his eyes growing heavy, but he's not such a thoughtless jerk he'll leave Toshinori with nothing at all. Biting back a yawn, he squirms a little, wriggling his hips and pushing his ass down. Do you want that, Toshinori? Would that be good for you?]
Your turn. Tell me-- [whoops, another yawn] --tell me what you want.