[ Himuro doesn't hear the hum as much as he feels it, but he understands the approval that comes along with it. He's not too rough with the way his fingers remain curled in Murasakibara's hair, though he does keep his grip to urge him on.
Not that he needs it. He's good with his mouth, too good, and it has Himuro wishing he'd had enough thought to sit down on the edge of the bed before this. As things are, Murasakibara easily has more control than he does. Which is exactly why he can get away with dragging things out, the slow attention leaving his breath growing shorter as a quiet, breathy laugh escapes him. ]
If you keep going like this, you'll need to hold me up. [ Mainly because the slow build of pleasure leaves his thighs tense and there's no way that's going to hold out for as long as things could last. But it's just as much a point of his dwindling patience.
His fingers slide through Murasakibara's hair after his grip loosens a little, his gaze trained downward. ] Don't go too far, Atsushi.
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Not that he needs it. He's good with his mouth, too good, and it has Himuro wishing he'd had enough thought to sit down on the edge of the bed before this. As things are, Murasakibara easily has more control than he does. Which is exactly why he can get away with dragging things out, the slow attention leaving his breath growing shorter as a quiet, breathy laugh escapes him. ]
If you keep going like this, you'll need to hold me up. [ Mainly because the slow build of pleasure leaves his thighs tense and there's no way that's going to hold out for as long as things could last. But it's just as much a point of his dwindling patience.
His fingers slide through Murasakibara's hair after his grip loosens a little, his gaze trained downward. ] Don't go too far, Atsushi.