[ Jyuto can feel Riou releasing inside of him, and after the room is still with just the cry of his name and the sensation of Riou's fingertips sinking into his hip bones, Jyuto slumps forward while panting. Wilted and full of Riou's cum, Jyuto sees in the TV how unwound he's become, catching his breath and not opposed to settling back into the large arms that envelope his frame. Reality is coming back to him, Iris momentarily sated by what they've done. This is a side of Jyuto that Riou hasn't seen and vice versa— what will come of them knowing? Jyuto doesn't know. He thinks it was worth it, though. His body feels so good. Considering another round, Jyuto lifts his ass and drops it once, globs of spunk dripping down the slick girth of Riou's cock as he does. He hesitates to do it again, though. His rabbit tail wiggles against Riou's belly. ]
More? We might not stop if we keep going. [ Jyuto doubts his own self discipline. He smears the mess he caught in his hand on his own thigh, careful when he repositions himself in Riou's arms. His long legs stay straddled over Riou's lap and he faces him, lazily draping his arms over his shoulders. ]
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More? We might not stop if we keep going. [ Jyuto doubts his own self discipline. He smears the mess he caught in his hand on his own thigh, careful when he repositions himself in Riou's arms. His long legs stay straddled over Riou's lap and he faces him, lazily draping his arms over his shoulders. ]