[ The gasp -- the way Akechi squirms just enough, stomach fluttering underneath Akira's touch -- goes straight to Akira's dick, and so he takes a second to breathe, to tense the muscles in his thighs until there's no tell tale signs of anything untoward about him at all.
But fuck is he going to spend time in the bathroom when it's finally nighttime; he doesn't think he's been this pent up in years. ]
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But fuck is he going to spend time in the bathroom when it's finally nighttime; he doesn't think he's been this pent up in years. ]
It's supposed to be enjoyable for both of us.