memewara | 「 TDM 03 」

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「 TDM 03 」

i. Arrival

There isn't any strange feeling or sudden blackout to warn someone of what's to come - it simply happens. One moment they're in their own world attending to their own business, and the next they're underwater. Specifically, the dark, cold waters of the Sumida River. With the final days of spring having already given way to the summer heat the water is actually quite refreshing, but the sudden shock leaves new arrivals at risk of drowning.

Luckily, they aren't alone. The crews that constantly patrol the river are quick to fish the newcomers out, dry them off, and explain the situation. Maybe the words and names mean something to said newcomers, and maybe they don't. No matter the case, they're the same for everyone: you're in Yoshiwara, near the city of Tokyo in the country of Japan, and you're here to stay. If your surroundings aren't familiar, that's to be expected; this world isn't the one you know.

New arrivals that feel up to the task are encouraged to help with retrieving other newcomers. Those that don't welcome to sit quietly out of the way until the boats return to docks. Once there everyone is given directions to a nearby dormitory, where they can find temporary housing - and maybe a change of clothes - before their faction assignments are finalized. Those that still feel overwhelmed are permitted to mingle on the docks. There's not much to do but sit around and drip dry, but at least there are friendly locals that are willing to answer any questions for them.

ii. Humidity Is Rising

The onset of summer hasn't just brought high temperatures. The rainy season is in full swing and this week in particular has been plagued with heavy downpours. Hopefully everyone has an umbrella!

But even those that don't aren't out of luck.

Ougai, the old man that runs an oden cart in the west district, has some spare umbrellas, left behind by previous customers. Anyone who happens to pass by and is in need of an umbrella will be given one for free. It's a simple act of kindness, but it's one that inspires a warmth in the heart, and the desire to spread that warmth to others.

Anyone who accepts one of the umbrellas will feel compelled to share it with other people, inviting even strangers into the dry space beneath. It seems that even the shy and antisocial are drawn in by this compulsion. It doesn't stop there, of course. Once two people step beneath the same umbrella to share it, they'll be overcome with romantic feelings for one another. It's not unusual to feel symptoms similar to a school girl with a crush, hearts beating faster, each brush of shoulders causing a rush of ecstasy, the risk of rain bringing the couples closer together with each step. However those feelings might show is up to each individual, of course, but one thing is for certain: this is love.

At least for now, anyway. These feelings certainly seem real, and they can last for up to a few hours after the umbrella has been set aside. They do eventually fade, however, leaving behind nothing but confusion and, perhaps, a faint longing for what was just lost.

iii. No Sun Up In The Sky

Unfortunately, lovey dovey umbrellas aren't the only ones being passed around. On occasion, someone may pick up or be handed an umbrella that's not so nice. Some begin to fight the user, closing over their head while they're walking, pinching fingers, or smacking any passerby to instigate violence. Others sprout legs and take off, leaving you soaking in the rain. Some might even stretch out subtly above you and create holes for the rain to fall through anyway.

These tricky umbrellas love to catch people off guard, so it could be a good while into your stroll before they pull a fast one on you. Hopefully there are some kind souls around to lend you a hand, since sometimes even ditching the umbrella and heading indoors doesn't solve the problem. Some people will find themselves stuck with an unfortunate case of bad luck that can last up to a few hours after leaving (or being abandoned by) the umbrella. Bad luck can manifest in a number of different ways, such as horrible butterfingers (especially when it comes to handling fragile items), tripping over your own feet (and into others, most of the time), and standing under the wrong portion of roof just before it collapses from the rain and pours all over you.

Though the umbrellas look quite normal, something about them may seem distinctly odd or unusual to those that are exceptionally perceptive or sensitive to the supernatural. These individuals have a chance to avoid these pesky umbrellas or even warn other people away from them, provided they're present when said umbrellas are being passed out.

iv. Just Play For The Fun

The heat and the rain are both driving residents inside, which means that certain indoor-only businesses are booming. One of said businesses happens to be an arcade! With big posters advertising a discount on tokens and a special tournament, word gets out fast, and people of all ages are making their way inside for a break from the rain with some fun. Tokens give you access to plenty of games, so try your hand at anything from crane games, side-scrollers, platformers, puzzle games, and rhythm games. It's easy to get pulled in to spending more and more tokens, but with the discounts, what harm is there?

In addition to the average arcade games that can be accessed, there are posters and signs all over announcing a special tournament for some kind of shooting game called LOST CONFLICT: DREADHUNT, the title of which is written in letters that drip blood. The game is played in teams of two, and centers around killing demons that have overrun a resort town. It's over-the-top gory, liberal in its use of nudity, and seems to be something of a classic. To enter, players simply fill out a form at any of the various locations throughout the arcade and wait for the announcements later on in the evening. Characters will be paired off and have the very simple rules explained to them: shoot everything you can, and earn points doing it! The team with the most points advances.

A little friendly competition never hurt anyone, right? Unlike normal tournaments where only one main winner gets a reward, competitors are rewarded with each battle won. Vouchers for food, drinks and prizes within the cafe are handed out to each winner of each round, meaning that it's a tournament focused on getting the most wins. Have fun!

v. Cafe Lazy

But don't think that the rain, arcade games, and umbrella-related mishaps are enough to make Yoshiwara give up on its true nature. The cafe Lazy is running another one of their special promotions, offering a free full serving of an iced (on sunny days) or hot (on rainy days) drink to any passersby who look appropriately warm and sweaty, wet and cold, or just plain unoccupied.

Anyone who accepts will find themselves whisked into the cafe, seated at one of several kotatsu (which are all partitioned off with thick curtains), and presented with a tall glass of the drink of their choice. They won't be alone, either. Everyone is seated with at least one partner and encouraged to make idle chatter while they drink. The socially awkward might find the small book labeled 'conversations starters' helpful, and if that doesn't work there's also a small box of goodies on each table. It sure is a friendly atmosphere.

Perhaps too friendly, which may be familiar to some established residents. It turns out that some, but not all, of the drinks are laced with aphro, a variety that causes both arousal and mild giddiness. The thick, nearly soundproof curtains might make more sense now; they're clearly meant to muffle the sounds of lovemaking from other patrons. Visitors don't have to mingle so extensively, of course. Again, some of the drinks are just regular drinks, and there's no discernable pattern behind which are spiked and which aren't. Still, the 'conversation starters' book goes from fairly innocent prompts (like 'if you could have any one animal as a loyal pet, which would you choose?') to more risque ones ('describe your ideal sexual encounter') in a hurry, and the box's goodies consist of lubricant, sexual position guides, and bullet vibrators. Sex is clearly the intent here.

On the way out customers will be told that the whole process is an advertisement for the cafe's 'couples service', thanked for their participation, and sent on their way with a smile. Maybe it's a good idea to accept Yoshiwara's generosity with caution from now on.

Wildcard

As always, there are plenty of other things to do. Perhaps some newcomers will want to poke around the town's various locations, check out its assorted businesses, or even visit a legitimately haunted house. There's plenty of things to see and very few limitations to exploration, so there's no reason someone has to stay near the docks and temporary dorms if they don't want to.

OOC

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As soon as the opportunity presents itself and the yukata falls to the floor, Sabo wraps one arm around the other man's waist, assisting in pushing the two of them closer to one another. He smirks slightly, tilting his head almost teasingly, initiating yet another kiss. This one is quick, though, because he knows there are other things that need to be taken care of.

When he breaks the kiss, he shifts and slides onto the bed, awkwardly sliding his socks off of his feet one at a time. He then works on removing his own clothing, which thankfully doesn't take too long. When he's motivated to, he works fast.

His underwear remains, though, just as Yusaku's does. However, he makes a point to lean forward and gently cup the bulge that Yusaku's underwear is trying to contain, a soft satisfied sigh leaving his lips.

"What would you like?"

His eyes flick upward to gauge his expression.

First he's pulled in, then the kiss is gone almost too soon, leaving lingering warmth across his lips and a momentary frown. It takes a second to realize what's going on, but it's not too long before Yusaku's slipped out of his own socks and shoes, climbing onto the other side of the bed and waiting for Sabo to finish.

The cupping hand seems to signal the end of the show, eliciting a sharp breath from the tri-coloured boy as his hips pressed forward, practically shuddering as his shaft pressed against Sabo's hand beneath the fabric.

Hell- that's sensitive. He almost missed the question, eyes closed for a moment and lips apart to shiver.

"I-... Don't know." His body shifts closer, leaning until his nose is just grazing against the other's. "But I want more." He knows that at least, head dipping in for another kiss as one now bare arm moves to drape over Sabo's shoulder and resting a hand on his upper back. His body is almost burning up, reacting to each and every touch.

That reaction from the other man is almost exactly what Sabo had expected, so he chuckles softly, leaning in just a bit more to break the small gap and deepen that kiss. Of course, while he does this, that hand slides up to gently tug on Yusaku's waistband, essentially hinting at removing that underwear completely.

As he pulls away from the kiss, a smile remains on his lips.

"That's fine," he responds, his eyes half-lidded, his cheeks warm to the touch.

"I can figure something out. Just be sure to tell me if I'm doing something you don't like." He has to get that out there, even though he isn't intending on doing much at all, really. Unless things escalate a lot, of course.

He starts to pull down Yusaku's underwear, just enough to expose his arousal, his fingers quickly shifting to wrap around the shaft. He makes a point to gaze into the other's eyes as he does this, adding to the excitement of it all. He slowly, delicately, begins to stroke, only speeding his movements up after a few seconds.

His gaze locks on the other's, emerald greens meeting Sabo's for a moment before sliding closed once more. His head tips forward, pressing into the kiss with a hearty puff of warmth from his nostrils. The tugging along his waist encourages his hips to roll forward, squirming against his fingertips encouragingly.

"Mmh- I will," His head gives a light bob, eyes fluttering half-open to bask in the closeness. So far, everything's just been light splashes on a house fire.

His hips lift, letting the waistband of his boxer-briefs tug off his hips and slide down, excitement springing free and into the other's hand with a hearty throb. "Haaaa-" His breath catches, breaking eye contact for only a second to shudder. The hand along Sabo's back trails, fingers splaying out to comb through the back of his head and clutching at his hair once the stroking began.

Concentration is... difficult, it turns out. His spare hand reaches out, first resting on Sabo's chest and then slipping up to rest on his shoulders. Carefully, his hips started to roll forward, pressing into the thrusts with a needy huff between them. He's keeping eye contact, but only barely holding it for now.

To be honest, Sabo is quite pleased with himself for eliciting an immediate reaction, just by gently stroking the other man's length. It's not as if he has had the chance to do so for long, or even build up any sort of rhythm, either.

Though, he does soon start a decent, albeit slow, rhythm of sorts after a few moments, when he begins to really feel Yusaku try to thrust into his hand. He lets out a satisfied, breathy chuckle, his eyes never leaving that face. He enjoys watching reactions, gauging whether what he's doing is good.

But he's curious what kind of fun reactions he can elicit from the other man if he ups the ante here a little. He leans forward, his lips slightly curled into a smirk, eventually lowering his head a bit. Then, he slowly and teasingly slides his tongue out from between his lips, tracing the very tip of which along the ridge under the head of that cock he's been intently stroking. His eyes remain focused on Yusaku's face, of course, as he does this.

The thrumming warmth of Aphro coursing through him is, admittedly, bringing a lot more sensitivity and reactiveness than either of them are probably expecting. Heat practically radiates from his core, running rather hot with a low-fat frame.

Once again, a lull in pleasure brings a slight pout to his lips, the expression far more natural on Yusaku's face than many others. Hazy eyes follow as Sabo's body draws away, sliding down the bed and- Oh-

His lips part, eyes blinking wide at the unfamiliar warm, wet muscle running over the glands beneath his crown. His hand, still lingering in the other's blond locks, slides along to cup the side of his head behind the ear as his body starts to arch forwards encouragingly. The more telling reaction is his stomach, abdomen tensing up and resisting the urge to thrust towards the source of warmth instinctively while his spare hand settles on the sheets.

"Mmh- More, please."

Almost instantly, Sabo has decided that the taste of the other man's slightly salty skin, as well as the taste of that pre that has started to trickle out from the head is just wonderful, and he finds himself almost hungrily lapping up whatever he can. That, and the addition of the slight thrusting forward make an exciting combination, really. He leans forward a little, taking more of the shaft into his mouth, wasting no time at all in driving his companion wild. At least, he hopes that's the reaction he'll receive here; if not, he'll just have to try something else.

Eventually, he'll start to moan, his hand reaching down to wrap fingers around his own shaft, stroking slowly. He's very much riled up, himself, and it'd be too harsh to not take care of that at all.

Yusaku's length throbs in the blonde's mouth, resisting the urge to pull his head down into his groin and letting his head finally drop back, breaking eye contact at last. His lips hang open, taking shuddering breaths as his back arched, the small of it lifting above the bed and raising his lower chest before settling down with a heavy groan.

The hand along the side of Sabo's head trembled, unsure whether to clutch at his hair or drop to the bedsheets and grip onto those instead, too indecisive to do either. His hips rocked from side to side, still squirming beneath the other as hot puffs of air and sharp, shaky groans rose from his lips.

Unsure of what else to do here, he simply sinks back, letting the pleasure take over and guide his reactions. The occasional squeeze against Sabo's hair, the warm ooze of coaxed out pre when his body tenses up, and the sharp breath soon become a rhythm.

Sensing those throbs, Sabo works harder and faster than before, his bobbing now picking up in rhythm tremendously. He wants the other man to not only feel good, but incredible if at all possible; not just because he's a caring man in bed, but because he enjoys the sensation and the taste of hot, slick release filling his mouth and hitting the back of his throat.

Not that he's had the opportunity to have that happen that much.

Whenever his hair is tugged on, Sabo lowers himself a bit more, as if to tell Yusaku that this is good, this is just what he wants to feel. He knows then, that what he's doing is well received.

Occasionally, he'll flick his tongue around what he can as he lifts up, just as an extra layer of stimulation. He'll glance upward while doing this to gauge reaction.

From that angle, all he'll be able to see for now is Yusaku's core tensing up, always a fraction of a second before his manhood throbs once again. His chest has raised, chin tipped back to let his head dig into the bed and just focusing on the intense pleasure that the Aphro coursing through him has elevated to unreasonably high levels.

He's doing his best not to be selfish, but the boy's mind is flooding with an overwhelming euphoria, each flitting thought punctuated by a sharp breath and a shaky moan. The slow buildup of pressure within his loins feels like it takes forever, signaled first by the trembling of his legs.

"Sabo-..." He rasps out the other's name, the last proper warning he'd get before the duelist toppled over the edge of climax, that one hand gently applying more pressure. A few pulsing rolls of his hips and the blond was rewarded for his efforts with a short spill of seed, followed immediately after by a second more powerful jet and then tapering down. His head finally dropped, hazy half-lidded eyes gazing down at the male in a rare moment of passion.

Slowly, his rolling drew to a close, grip finally loosening when the last few waves of cum oozed out with a breathy moan. His hand shifted, resting instead on Sabo's cheek and just... laying there, soaking in the moment.

Always appreciating hearing his name called out during the throes of passion, Sabo makes a point to reward the other man for doing so by hollowing out his cheeks and sucking with more vigor and enthusiasm than before. That means a lot, considering the fact that he was quite enthusiastic the entire time; at least, he certainly hopes it does. At this point, it isn't even clear what it means, to him, since that orgasm he'd been working hard to coax out happens anyhow, with strong force. He tries to swallow it all, but it proves to be a little difficult, and some finds its way trickling out the corner of his lips and down to his chin. He reaches up to swipe those droplets and lick his finger, his own breaths heavy from the excitement and the taste.

Meanwhile, his cock throbs, but he isn't sure what to do about it. He doesn't want to pressure Yusaku into anything, so after a moment of collecting himself, he scoots back just a little, his eyes locking onto the other's.

"That was fun. Mm, what now?"

Had Yusaku been a but more experienced, he certainly would have appreciated the effort far more than he already did. Not to say he didn't already. The cool rush of air along his now slowly softening length sends a shiver down the boy's spine, landing with a wet plap on his lower abdomen. His head is still cloudy with pleasure, but the burning heat of desire from the aphro has lost it's edge, fading away into something far more manageable.

It still takes a while for his mind to start clearing, not by much, but enough. He turns, shifting to face Sabo and blinking up at the male with clearer eyes. What now indeed?

"Thank you- " He takes a soft breath, still winding down. Then his eyes flick between the other's legs and back up. "Would you... like me to help with that?" The hesitation is more from lack of concentration than anything else, he's not too sure what the appropriate thing to do here is.

As Yusaku settles and relaxes from the previous few minutes, Sabo shifts again, his own hand absentmindedly reaching for his length. He doesn't want to pleasure himself here, if he can help it, but he doesn't want to outright request or demand anything, either. Sure, the aphrodisiac is strong, coursing through his body like nothing he'd ever experienced before, but he's still himself, he still has enough tact and courtesy not to ask for something someone else may not want to do.

But when he's essentially told that Yusaku is open to doing something in return, he smiles and slowly releases his hold on his cock, one finger at a time.

"Have you given a blowjob before?" He's willing to work with him if the answer is no. "Because, yes. I would really like if you could help me with this." His eyes are filled with lust, and he leans forward a little as they fall to the other man's lips. "But first, can I kiss you?"

There's a brief pause, then his head shakes, tipping until his forehead rests against Sabo's. There's quite a few things he hasn't done, really, his life's been quite distracting. "I haven't, no..." He puffs out, eyes drifting to a half close once again.

The second question is far easier to answer, he nods, dipping his head in to close the distance between their lips. Soft, warm, one hand slips about Sabo's back to encourage him closer, until their chests press together and Yusaku's spare hand can rest on his chest.

It's faint, but he can still taste a bit of himself lingering on the blonde's lips and his tongue flicks out against the lower one, sinking deeper into the kiss. He's not used to this kind of affection or passion, but it's not a terrible change.

[ OOC: I'll be heading out of town for a bit tomorrow, and won't be back until Monday. Replies will be slow! ]

Sabo isn't particularly surprised by that answer, but he does immediately find himself pondering the best method of teaching the other how to perform that act. If he wants to learn, anyhow. But before he really comes up with any sort of idea as to how to teach, he's given the okay to kiss him, and that happens almost instantly after. It's a kiss that soon reaches a level full of desire and passion, impressively so considering how he believes that Yusaku isn't so worked up by the aphrodisiac any longer. He is, though, and the kiss alone causes him to moan softly as he shifts his legs around in an almost awkward, desperate fashion.

Eventually, he pulls away from the kiss far enough to flutter his eyes open and ask, "Would you like me to teach you?"

[OOC: That's fine! Thanks for letting me know.]

Fully closed eyes slowly drift open, a warm blush spread across his pale skin as their lips part once again. Long, passionate, and full of intensity, even as the buzz from the aphro starts fading from Yusaku's mind the static fog of affection and breathlessness has begun setting in.

There's a slight pause, then his head bobs. "I would appreciate it." He admits, his head already starting to dip and trail his nose down the other's cheek. One hand slips away from Sabo's side, gliding down his waist and hips to eventually wrap around the other's throbbing shaft, comparatively cool slender fingers gently tracing over its shape.

His eyes glace down, seeing what he was going to be working with and letting out a gentle breath as he faces Sabo once more. Start lowering? Or is it more appropriate to stroke for a bit? He decides on the latter for now, waiting for some clearer instructions.

[OOC: Hufff- Slow didn't even cut it, there was no phone signal at all. Q-Q]

Well, Sabo can't help but shiver at the touch, the delicate hand gliding down his body, eventually wrapping around his aching length. He also gasps quietly, not out of surprise, but from relief. Leaning forward just a little, he gently presses his lips against the other's cheek, tilting his neck to one side before pulling away. His bright blond locks fall forward a bit, but he doesn't even notice. He does, of course, find himself shifting an inch or so closer to Yusaku, in desperate need for more contact.

"Good," he murmurs, his mind trying to come up with clear instructions. "That's a good start. I usually incorporate my tongue a little as I stroke, before I really use my mouth."

[OOC: It's no problem!]

He gives a nod, head tipping back to press into the warmth from the kiss before shuffling down, worming with his legs and free arm until his head was much closer to waist-level. Of course, it's hard to stay close and maximize contact while still doing what he's offered, so some sort of trade-off has to occur.

"Like this?" There's a pause, his fingers drifting further down to focus on everything below Sabo's head as his head dipped forwards. There's a warm, wet flash as his tongue laps across the male's tip, recoiling back instinctively as the taste hits him. Warm, a little bitter from any pre- and indescribably personal. The same way everyone has a unique smell. His cheeks are beet red but, eventually, he manages to try again, licking over the other's crown and lowering his hand again to spread that warm tongue down to his shaft experimentally.

He's still quite hesitant, of course, each lick having the careful timidity of someone who doesn't want to mess up.

Watching every move the other man makes, Sabo's cock actually starts to twitch in anticipation for what's about to happen. Even though he's well aware of the lack of experience Yusaku has, he's not particularly worried. He said he'd help out with teaching him, after all.

Sucking in a sharp breath as he feels the tip of that wet muscle touch his head, he instinctively frowns when he watches the other man recoil. Does he taste that bad? That's the thought running through his mind, and he's very close to apologizing just in case, but then -- more happens. More attention to his head and shaft, and he can't help but happily sigh.

"Great," he says, softly. "I know it might take a bit to get used to, but you're doing great." Lowering his eyelids a little, he smiles. "Really." He thinks those beet red cheeks are adorable, honestly. "You're very endearing, you know."

He'd have apologized right back for his reaction, more just surprised than anything else. His eyes drift to a half-closed state, focusing on the twitching length before him with a few more licks and soft kisses to try and elicit the same pleasant sigh he just heard.

A pause when Sabo speaks, followed by a very non-serious huff of warm air down against his crotch. "I'm nothing special..." He mumbles, barely audible as his head dips forwards once again. This time his hand has to pull away to give him room to run his tongue along the other's length, following his lips up from the base until lapping off his tip. Despite the statement, he seems a bit more focused on doing well, finally closing his lips around the man's head and keeping his jaw wide to accommodate, experimentally bobbing without any real technique.

If the two of them weren't in the middle of an intimate moment, Sabo probably would have protested that statement. He can tell that the other man is special, though if pressed, he'd say pretty much anyone is special in their own way. If anything, Yusaku is special because he has a very unique hair color. Or colors, rather.

He says nothing as he closes his eyes and tilts his head back, simply basking in what he feels, what the other man is doing with his mouth and tongue. It all feels so incredible, so wonderful, that the blond can't help but let out the occasional contented sigh and moan.

"Ohh --," his last one is a little louder than the previous, which causes his eyes to open. Smiling, he whispers, "You're still doing great." He can tell no real technique is involved here, but it feels good, so it doesn't matter.

His world seems to have a thing for wild hairstyles that are, supposedly, natural. Sometimes it's best not to question these things, Yusaku certainly doesn't.

The light sighs and moans he coaxes out are encouragement enough, but the gentle whispers help quite a bit in spurring on some extra confidence to move forward. Slowly but surely, his head starts to bob along, mostly trying to mimic what he felt before with gentle licks.

Of course, he makes a rookie mistake in trying to sink just a bit too far down, his head quickly rises until just the tip is in his mouth so he can let out a shaky gasp, swallowing once and recovering without too much embarrassment, thankfully his cheeks are already pretty red. Alright, at least he knows his limits now.

Since he can't handle the full shaft, the free hand that had been resting on Sabo's thigh drifted back to wrap around the lower end, carefully stroking along with his head movements and pausing whenever a hot puff of air escaped his nostrils.

With his eyes closed and his head thrown back just a little, it takes a few moments for him to hear the quiet, yet still telltale sounds of too much of his cock being taken in at once. He jolts forward, his hand pressing firmly into Yusaku's shoulder.

"Are you alright?" He asks this in a panicked tone of voice, even if it's clear that the other man has recovered fairly well. He's still a little concerned, though, as he'd feel terrible if Yusaku actually hurt himself at all.

But then, the stroking in addition to the attention he's getting from that mouth are enough to make him relax again, and his eyelids flutter shut. "Mm, I guess you're fine. Don't go too fast, please."

His head gives a light nod, fairly controlled as he pulls off the other's length just to answer. Also to catch his breath, now that he realizes he needs to. A few deep puffs while his hand takes over, those emerald green eyes flicking open to glance up at Sabo's worried expression.

"Hah- I'm Fine... " He eventually returned, taking one more breath before dipping down again and returning to those shallow bobs and licks. He's learned his lesson, test depth slowly!

With that awkward speedbump done, Yusaku settles back into a slow rhythm, using his tongue to curl across the man's head whenever he has the chance, or just applying a bit of pressure if he's further down, well used to the new taste by now.

He's quite happy now, knowing for certain that the other man is fine. He wouldn't have wanted him to be uncomfortable at all during this; after all, if he had to, Sabo could have taken care of his aphrodisiac problem by himself. Though, this is much more satisfying, honestly.

He lets out a few very contented moans as Yusaku continues what he'd started, though this time it's obvious that he's found a safer, easier rhythm. A rhythm the blond enjoys a lot. He can feel his thighs tense in response to the licking and sucking, every time that tongue scrapes the underside of his head, he lets out an even louder moan.

"Ah -- k-keep going, please."

「 TDM 03 」

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