[ There's a smile tugging on his lips as he tracks kisses over your skin when he hears you make that sound, and he can't help the way he nips at your flesh when your hips rise up to meet him, teeth scraping over flesh as he works you up slow.
That goes on for a while, because he wants to stretch this out as far as he can let it, he wants to feel you grow hard beneath his palm, feel your body writhe beneath his ministrations, even as his tongue occasionally flicks out to taste the salt of your skin, as his lips brand you sweetly as his.
He's not going to thank Makoto for that little memory in his head just yet. You had your thing, and that, like with the others is yours and theirs as it is rightfully so. But you're with him now, and he wants to give you something new to remember, at least, as best as he can. ]
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That goes on for a while, because he wants to stretch this out as far as he can let it, he wants to feel you grow hard beneath his palm, feel your body writhe beneath his ministrations, even as his tongue occasionally flicks out to taste the salt of your skin, as his lips brand you sweetly as his.
He's not going to thank Makoto for that little memory in his head just yet. You had your thing, and that, like with the others is yours and theirs as it is rightfully so. But you're with him now, and he wants to give you something new to remember, at least, as best as he can. ]