[Christ, and he hisses out another curse, his nails digging in deep as Toshinori trails his mouth downwards. He hardly expects him to do anything tonight, that would be overwhelmingly selfish-- but even the thought is enough to get him to flush. Toshinori above him, over him, mouth wrapped around him-- fucking hell, and he bucks his hips up involuntarily, pulling Toshinori even closer.]
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You're going to get me worked up--
[he's already worked up.]