[ Again, he can't bring himself to look Sakamoto in the face as he slicks up his fingers with lube and leans over, one hand gripping onto the night stand. Most of his hair obscures his face, thank goodness, as he reaches around and nearly copies the same movements he directed Sakamoto the other night, giving his own ass some attention. Small circles first, pressing further in, circles again. In and out with a single finger a few times.
With a huff, he snips at Sakamoto again: ]
Don't you stare at me. [ Because he can feel your gaze. ]
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[ Again, he can't bring himself to look Sakamoto in the face as he slicks up his fingers with lube and leans over, one hand gripping onto the night stand. Most of his hair obscures his face, thank goodness, as he reaches around and nearly copies the same movements he directed Sakamoto the other night, giving his own ass some attention. Small circles first, pressing further in, circles again. In and out with a single finger a few times.
With a huff, he snips at Sakamoto again: ]
Don't you stare at me.
[ Because he can feel your gaze. ]