[ Jyuto's never quite heard Riou's voice this close before. The only time that comes to mind is the time the two of them shared a bed in Jyuto's apartment after that battle with the dolls, and even then doesn't quite compare. That time had been lulled chitchat, an attempt to comfort each other through the shock of the fight. Like this though, he feels the movements of Riou's lips against cartilage, the wash of hot breath when teeth fall over and nip the edge of his ear. ]
You don't have a lot of furniture. [ His lashes fall after he loses interest in the scenery, watching Riou's hands explore him and rouse his lust. He'd normally object to a hickey, an unsightly bruise marring what outward image of professionalism he has, but... it's Riou. Riou gets away with all sort of things because he is who he is, and Jyuto finds it difficult to scold him for it. And it isn't as if it feels bad, either. The neck he's sucking on outstretches, permitting him to have at it. Jyuto's rabbit tail wiggles unbeknown to him against Riou's arousal, but only notices after the fact. When he realizes something's back there, he reaches and runs his hand behind himself to feel Riou through his pants, unsure of whether or not the other's going to relent on marking him and unlatch his mouth long enough to let him turn entirely. ]
There's a bedroom, right? [ Jyuto's trying to keep his voice down out of habit, though there's no one present to overhear. His head is still angled so Riou can suckle on him, long rabbit ears drooped forward. Fingers tuck and rub at Riou's bulge, one of his own beginning to swell in Jyuto's underwear as he does. It's somehow bigger than expected, and he expected big from him. ]
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You don't have a lot of furniture. [ His lashes fall after he loses interest in the scenery, watching Riou's hands explore him and rouse his lust. He'd normally object to a hickey, an unsightly bruise marring what outward image of professionalism he has, but... it's Riou. Riou gets away with all sort of things because he is who he is, and Jyuto finds it difficult to scold him for it. And it isn't as if it feels bad, either. The neck he's sucking on outstretches, permitting him to have at it. Jyuto's rabbit tail wiggles unbeknown to him against Riou's arousal, but only notices after the fact. When he realizes something's back there, he reaches and runs his hand behind himself to feel Riou through his pants, unsure of whether or not the other's going to relent on marking him and unlatch his mouth long enough to let him turn entirely. ]
There's a bedroom, right? [ Jyuto's trying to keep his voice down out of habit, though there's no one present to overhear. His head is still angled so Riou can suckle on him, long rabbit ears drooped forward. Fingers tuck and rub at Riou's bulge, one of his own beginning to swell in Jyuto's underwear as he does. It's somehow bigger than expected, and he expected big from him. ]