[The more of that unknown skin he sees, the more he needs to see, the more he craves Mayoi very specifically instead of in the general, distant terms he allowed himself before.]
Don't tempt me to touch you more often... I'll do it without a second thought.
[He doesn't mind the sounds. Actually, he loves Mayoi's voice, whether he's singing in his idol activities or simply speaking--and now, this. This is the sweetest sound in the world.
Moving where he needs to to get out of his own way, he eases the last pieces of Mayoi's clothing off with the last shreds of his self control barely hanging on. Then, with an expression like a man seeing his savior, he runs his fingertips down Mayoi's hips and thighs. Again, he trails his lips--and now his tongue--in their wake.
He's never wanted anyone the way he wants Mayoi. It isn't just the season, he's sure... it's an attraction he's been trying to ignore or call simple fondness. But now he knows another facet of it, and it's undeniable. He adores his master more than he ever thought possible.]
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Don't tempt me to touch you more often... I'll do it without a second thought.
[He doesn't mind the sounds. Actually, he loves Mayoi's voice, whether he's singing in his idol activities or simply speaking--and now, this. This is the sweetest sound in the world.
Moving where he needs to to get out of his own way, he eases the last pieces of Mayoi's clothing off with the last shreds of his self control barely hanging on. Then, with an expression like a man seeing his savior, he runs his fingertips down Mayoi's hips and thighs. Again, he trails his lips--and now his tongue--in their wake.
He's never wanted anyone the way he wants Mayoi. It isn't just the season, he's sure... it's an attraction he's been trying to ignore or call simple fondness. But now he knows another facet of it, and it's undeniable. He adores his master more than he ever thought possible.]