[yusuke groans, echoing haru's cries, and almost feels winded by the realization that she's coming, the feeling of her tensing and flexing around his finger. he keeps going, pushing her past the peak and beyond--which is to say he doesn't quite know when to stop, oops]
[probably now is a good time to breathe, right? right?
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yes okay he's lifting his head and gasping a little, cheeks and lips and chin wet but he doesn't seem to care that much. he glances at haru and just. stares. wow she looks incredible like this]
[ Her hand is delicate and soft with him, she’s... definitely not too sure of what to do here but stroking from base to tip seems to be working. She could always use her feet again too if he so wished it. ]
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Her whines get even louder as she's pushing against Yusuke's head. She can't even form words right now that is how much past the point she is. ]
A-ah! Ah!
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he's having a little difficulty breathing but it's worth it to hear haru's yells]
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That was an intense feeling. Damn. ]
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yes okay he's lifting his head and gasping a little, cheeks and lips and chin wet but he doesn't seem to care that much. he glances at haru and just. stares. wow she looks incredible like this]
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Good, that was, good.
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Do I taste good?
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[he gathers some of the stray wetness on his cheeks with his fingers and sucks on them, too]
Perhaps I shall say it was... a treat? Hmhmhm.
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I-is that so?
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[he places a hand on her hip, gently squeezing]
Was that alright...?
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[ Reaching for him. ]
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Take your time. I am not going anywhere.
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It felt really good. I would let you do that again.
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I would certainly do it again. Mm...
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[ Praising him again!! ]
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I, ah...
[he licks his lips]
I want you to touch me, please.
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Like this?
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Ah, yes... like that.
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You can try... squeezing, too. A little harder.
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[ She grips a little firmer, stroking him. Moving another hand to cup his balls. ]
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[his hips roll into her touch, starting to slick up her fingers a tad]
That's... good...
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[he was definitely not expecting that, and he shifts so he's laying back more and not pressed up against her side, one leg drawing up almost shyly]
That's...
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