[The problem with gripping his hair, of course, is that he can't muffle himself at all. So Toshinori gets to hear every groan, every sharp inhale and needy whine, loud in the silence of his bedroom. He isn't embarrassed by them, necessarily, but he also isn't a man who enjoys being the center of attention.
But Toshinori's gaze is hypnotizing. His mouth is hypnotizing, lazy and dedicated, languid and slow and utterly infuriating, a tease that's going to take forever.]
Toshinori--
[He tugs at his hair, half intending to and half not. At least go under his boxers, babe, come on, his legs are shaking and he's panting sharply now, too turned on to do anything but squirm.]
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But Toshinori's gaze is hypnotizing. His mouth is hypnotizing, lazy and dedicated, languid and slow and utterly infuriating, a tease that's going to take forever.]
Toshinori--
[He tugs at his hair, half intending to and half not. At least go under his boxers, babe, come on, his legs are shaking and he's panting sharply now, too turned on to do anything but squirm.]