[It sinks in for a moment that wow, yes, he's really doing this sort of thing with his best friend and... how had this happened, again? Less than half an hour before there had been nothing. Now...
Kouta fought down the flush on his face. It was what Micchy wanted, so that made everything okay, as long as his friend was happy. Carefully, he adjusts his position again, pressing his tongue against the top of Micchy's length before taking most of the other into his mouth, focusing on running his tongue over any spot that gets a good reaction. He keeps the fingers of one hand squeezing the base and drawing his fingers over it, while digging his nails into the curve of Micchy's hip.]
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[It sinks in for a moment that wow, yes, he's really doing this sort of thing with his best friend and... how had this happened, again? Less than half an hour before there had been nothing. Now...
Kouta fought down the flush on his face. It was what Micchy wanted, so that made everything okay, as long as his friend was happy. Carefully, he adjusts his position again, pressing his tongue against the top of Micchy's length before taking most of the other into his mouth, focusing on running his tongue over any spot that gets a good reaction. He keeps the fingers of one hand squeezing the base and drawing his fingers over it, while digging his nails into the curve of Micchy's hip.]