[ The immediate urge to be submissive isn't exactly new, but the overwhelming nature of it isn't something Yuji can really rationalise in his head right now. He's so desperate to give his partner anything that he wants that he can't even begin to think about his own pleasure, he doesn't care about being touched or taken care of when he could be reaching out and touching Megumi, stroking his hands over his warm skin, pressing a mouth to his neck and tasting the sweetness of his skin. That seems far more important to him right now.
His hips press up into the slow grind of Megumi against him, and he leans back to arch against him just a little. He wants more of that pressure, more of that pleasure, chasing the feeling of it without any hesitation. He wants to be owned, he thinks, and that's such a strange feeling.
Eyes dark and lidded, he gazes at Megumi, wondering if he should be doing something. Should he be reaching out to touch, trying to lean up and taste? Yuji is filled with this overwhelming urge to please his friend, to bring him pleasure and give him whatever he wants, and it thrums through him like a rush of need. The touch to his nipple has him arching, groaning as he presses into it, but his own hands begin to reach out - to stroke along Megumi's arm, to touch at his hip, to draw him closer, as if he's not sure where the best place to touch is.
In his mind, he knows he wants to touch Megumi's cock, to pleasure him, to show him that he can be good, too, but he doesn't want his own feelings to stop. Selfishly, he wants to keep being touched. ]
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[ The immediate urge to be submissive isn't exactly new, but the overwhelming nature of it isn't something Yuji can really rationalise in his head right now. He's so desperate to give his partner anything that he wants that he can't even begin to think about his own pleasure, he doesn't care about being touched or taken care of when he could be reaching out and touching Megumi, stroking his hands over his warm skin, pressing a mouth to his neck and tasting the sweetness of his skin. That seems far more important to him right now.
His hips press up into the slow grind of Megumi against him, and he leans back to arch against him just a little. He wants more of that pressure, more of that pleasure, chasing the feeling of it without any hesitation. He wants to be owned, he thinks, and that's such a strange feeling.
Eyes dark and lidded, he gazes at Megumi, wondering if he should be doing something. Should he be reaching out to touch, trying to lean up and taste? Yuji is filled with this overwhelming urge to please his friend, to bring him pleasure and give him whatever he wants, and it thrums through him like a rush of need. The touch to his nipple has him arching, groaning as he presses into it, but his own hands begin to reach out - to stroke along Megumi's arm, to touch at his hip, to draw him closer, as if he's not sure where the best place to touch is.
In his mind, he knows he wants to touch Megumi's cock, to pleasure him, to show him that he can be good, too, but he doesn't want his own feelings to stop. Selfishly, he wants to keep being touched. ]
Let me - I want to feel you too.