[ He's glad that Gaku is enjoying his outfit -- this was specifically tailored to his tastes, after all. ...He wonders, idly, if Gaku has noticed that. The thought isn't too concrete, though, as his mind wanders in and out of blankness through this kiss, through his touches. He complies easily when Gaku moves him, wrapping his leg tightly around his waist and immedietly grinding against him.
...He's achingly hard, through his silky, lacy, black panties -- Embarrassingly so, for someone who wasn't getting any stimulation, himself. his heart pounds so hard in his chest it's like he'd just finished a show, and even for a second he doesn't intend on letting his and Gaku's bodies have even a centimeter of space between them. ]
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...He's achingly hard, through his silky, lacy, black panties -- Embarrassingly so, for someone who wasn't getting any stimulation, himself. his heart pounds so hard in his chest it's like he'd just finished a show, and even for a second he doesn't intend on letting his and Gaku's bodies have even a centimeter of space between them. ]