[As Itto kneels between his legs, Aether parts them further, groaning as he feels the bulge in Itto's pants pressing against him. It's hard to imagine how he could have gotten through this week without him -- a thought that causes a little twinge in his chest, despite the heat building between them.]
[It feels like he's being spoiled in the best way, between the bites to his neck and the feeling of Itto grinding against him. He's getting worked up so quickly, sparks of pleasure coursing through him every time he struggles against Itto's grip, resulting in even more friction between them. His neck is certain to be covered in marks when they're through -- but he can hardly say he minds.]
[And yet he still feels greedy for more, arching into Itto's touch as his hand slides under his shirt. Perhaps because of his heat, his entire body felt more sensitive than usual, and he can't hold back the sharp gasp that falls from his lips as Itto's fingers pass over a pert nipple.]
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[It feels like he's being spoiled in the best way, between the bites to his neck and the feeling of Itto grinding against him. He's getting worked up so quickly, sparks of pleasure coursing through him every time he struggles against Itto's grip, resulting in even more friction between them. His neck is certain to be covered in marks when they're through -- but he can hardly say he minds.]
[And yet he still feels greedy for more, arching into Itto's touch as his hand slides under his shirt. Perhaps because of his heat, his entire body felt more sensitive than usual, and he can't hold back the sharp gasp that falls from his lips as Itto's fingers pass over a pert nipple.]