[Himuro's patience running short amuses Murasakibara more than it concerns him-it was kind of funny, really, how people could sometimes peg Himuro so wrong. He was popular for a reason, with people seeming to think the good looks and all meant he was somehow endlessly patient and kind. And in a way they weren't wrong, but he couldn't help wonder how their opinions would change if they saw him lose his cool.
Holding Himuro wouldn't wouldn't be too much of a problem, but it would be annoying. Murasakibara slides his mouth down until he's nearly to the base, his tongue rubbing against the underside of the other's cock before he begins to ease back again. When he pulls his mouth all the way off, he still doesn't quite leave it, smoothing his mouth along the side of it, his lips brushing against it as he speaks.]
Tatsuya's getting demanding now. [He observes to no one in particular, licking a stripe back up to the head.] Should I stop?
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Holding Himuro wouldn't wouldn't be too much of a problem, but it would be annoying. Murasakibara slides his mouth down until he's nearly to the base, his tongue rubbing against the underside of the other's cock before he begins to ease back again. When he pulls his mouth all the way off, he still doesn't quite leave it, smoothing his mouth along the side of it, his lips brushing against it as he speaks.]
Tatsuya's getting demanding now. [He observes to no one in particular, licking a stripe back up to the head.] Should I stop?