[He doesn't answer that. Teasing like this is too much— it's wonderful, but he's losing his sense of just about everything. While the circles and light pressure brings out small, quietly audible noises in his breathing, when the fingers slip inside of him like that, he groans.
It's a little embarrassing. No, scratch that, it's very embarrassing. Two fingers into him only to the first knuckle, and Jae-Ha is already a panting, whimpering mess here. He presses his forehead to the bed, squirming beneath Gintoki. He wants to shift onto his knees already, from feeling alone, and to press back and encourage more. He wants to feel everything all at once, but this taste of it is really doing it for him. He can't focus on talking like this.
His hands keep grabbing and flattening against the bed in alternation.]
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It's a little embarrassing. No, scratch that, it's very embarrassing. Two fingers into him only to the first knuckle, and Jae-Ha is already a panting, whimpering mess here. He presses his forehead to the bed, squirming beneath Gintoki. He wants to shift onto his knees already, from feeling alone, and to press back and encourage more. He wants to feel everything all at once, but this taste of it is really doing it for him. He can't focus on talking like this.
His hands keep grabbing and flattening against the bed in alternation.]