[Oh wow, okay. Kouta certainly wasn't expecting this level of ... compliance. That blush is staying right in place on his face as he digs his fingers into the floor, making a soft noise into the kiss at hearing Micchy's moans. Kouta knows well enough from his own experience that he doesn't even need to be touched to get worked up.
The nails on his back bring a whimper out of him and a mild writhing, pressing his leg up more against Micchy. It takes him a moment to think straight enough to even press his tongue against Micchy's, keeping the hold on the other's chin gentle despite what the rest of his body is doing. Kouta had wanted to take things slow and make sure Micchy enjoyed himself, but... well, he wasn't sure Micchy was going to let him.]
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The nails on his back bring a whimper out of him and a mild writhing, pressing his leg up more against Micchy. It takes him a moment to think straight enough to even press his tongue against Micchy's, keeping the hold on the other's chin gentle despite what the rest of his body is doing. Kouta had wanted to take things slow and make sure Micchy enjoyed himself, but... well, he wasn't sure Micchy was going to let him.]