[ he's all set to huff and puff a little in the face of that i guess -- c'mon, who does mei think he is?! -- but the feeling of the other boy's mouth closing down around his nipple cuts him off pretty sharply. so whatever he does intend to say spills out of him as a moan instead, even though he lifts a hand to his mouth in a (pretty futile) attempt to muffle the sound into his knuckles.
it's honestly hard to tell which is hotter: the way mei's mouth feels on him, or the way he's looking up at suga like he's a piece of candy that he can't wait to eat. ]
I -- [ he squirms restlessly underneath him, caught between the urge to wriggle away so he can try thinking clearly and the desire to rock his hips back into mei's and beg for more. ... which is probably why this next bit comes out sounding pretty weak. ] ... someone might complain.
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it's honestly hard to tell which is hotter: the way mei's mouth feels on him, or the way he's looking up at suga like he's a piece of candy that he can't wait to eat. ]
I -- [ he squirms restlessly underneath him, caught between the urge to wriggle away so he can try thinking clearly and the desire to rock his hips back into mei's and beg for more. ... which is probably why this next bit comes out sounding pretty weak. ] ... someone might complain.