[Kouta squirms immediately at the touch to his skin, gasping in a breath from the fingers in his hair. His body is already shaking and he can feel how much even the light touches are affecting him. It had been awhile, but this was ridiclous. Micchy's pleading only serves to make things worse, Kouta's face promptly turning a bright shade of red. If he kept getting this distracted, he'd never get anything done.
It takes a moment for him to resume, giving Micchy's lips another firm kiss. He lifts one hand to the other's chin, working to part his lips again.]
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It takes a moment for him to resume, giving Micchy's lips another firm kiss. He lifts one hand to the other's chin, working to part his lips again.]