[The squeeze of his hand is reassuring and Murasakibara release a slow breath, trying to curb his own impatience. But Himuro is hot and tight and he wants nothing more than to pull him down or slam his hips up and make him cry out--it's always nice to see Himuro lose his composure this way.
The roll of his hips makes Murasakibara inhale sharply, his free hand rubbing at Himuro's thigh and up his side, before he moves it back down to touch his fingers against his cock. He doesn't pump his hand around it right away, not wanting to completely overwhelm him, but he strokes his thumb over the tip with a hum. After what feels like forever, (but, likel, is really only 30 seconds), he presses his hips up a little himself, encouraging Himuro to move again as impatience claws at him again.]
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The roll of his hips makes Murasakibara inhale sharply, his free hand rubbing at Himuro's thigh and up his side, before he moves it back down to touch his fingers against his cock. He doesn't pump his hand around it right away, not wanting to completely overwhelm him, but he strokes his thumb over the tip with a hum. After what feels like forever, (but, likel, is really only 30 seconds), he presses his hips up a little himself, encouraging Himuro to move again as impatience claws at him again.]