[The touch to his ears makes Tatsumi's skin prickle, and even as reserved as he is, he makes a delighted, throaty sound at the attention. Those hands are everything he ever wanted.]
Mayoi-san...
[He knows he shouldn't touch an idol like this, but the forbidden nature of it just makes him more devoted to making it perfect, in case it never happens again. At least down here, he can leave marks that would be too risky anywhere else. So he does, lavishing attention on every inch of Mayoi's hips and stomach.
His instincts beg for something else, for a very particular kind of satisfaction... but he's patient. His lips linger on Mayoi's thigh, and he pulls his leg up slightly, putting all his effort and ardor into kisses and bites. Then his gaze shifts to the left, and...]
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Mayoi-san...
[He knows he shouldn't touch an idol like this, but the forbidden nature of it just makes him more devoted to making it perfect, in case it never happens again. At least down here, he can leave marks that would be too risky anywhere else. So he does, lavishing attention on every inch of Mayoi's hips and stomach.
His instincts beg for something else, for a very particular kind of satisfaction... but he's patient. His lips linger on Mayoi's thigh, and he pulls his leg up slightly, putting all his effort and ardor into kisses and bites. Then his gaze shifts to the left, and...]
May I...?