[ Simple enough to lose themselves in the press of bodies against one another, and Fandaniel can see no reason to hold off from tumbling over that precipice any longer. When he did anything like this last, he wonders, idly, before even that thought is banished to the recesses of his mind by Nishi's probing fingers.
Every brush past his prostate has him sighing and twisting his hips against those fingers, and every sudden thrust has his hips jerking, dragging louder pants for air from his mouth, at least until Nishi claims that as his own, too, and stifles his soft sounds. All that work isn't without its own payoff, of course, with how stiff that cock under the layers of gauzy maid dress is, dragging against the cloth with every twitch of his hips and arch of his back.
His hand shifts away from brushing over firm muscle and back up to join the other hand with fingers tangled in Nishi's soft blonde hair, pulling him down into the kiss as though that might even be needed. His tongue clashes with Nishi's, pressing for dominance over it even as the other man dominates the rest of him. ]
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Every brush past his prostate has him sighing and twisting his hips against those fingers, and every sudden thrust has his hips jerking, dragging louder pants for air from his mouth, at least until Nishi claims that as his own, too, and stifles his soft sounds. All that work isn't without its own payoff, of course, with how stiff that cock under the layers of gauzy maid dress is, dragging against the cloth with every twitch of his hips and arch of his back.
His hand shifts away from brushing over firm muscle and back up to join the other hand with fingers tangled in Nishi's soft blonde hair, pulling him down into the kiss as though that might even be needed. His tongue clashes with Nishi's, pressing for dominance over it even as the other man dominates the rest of him. ]