[ The squeeze earns a surprised gasp, those hands much too close to his poor, ridiculously hard dick. Junpei’s aphro doused brain doesn’t know they’re not going to go all the way, so it’s going to just continue making him super receptive to every touch and word. He wiggles in place with a desperate whine, bucking his hips to try and steal a little more friction. ]
W-what do you mean? Ah — you don’t think I want this?
[ Didn’t he just prove he was very much enjoying himself? Is this some kind of game? While most negative thoughts are being refused entry into the lovey dovey cotton candy fog of his mind, there is the tiniest worry that the other might just split on him.
In protest he plants a hand on either side of the sofa behind Dirk, attempting to box him in even though the other could still easily just shove him aside. ]
I ... I want you. I’ll die if you go.
[ He’s already dead, of course, but it certainly feels as if blue balls would kill him right now. ]
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W-what do you mean? Ah — you don’t think I want this?
[ Didn’t he just prove he was very much enjoying himself? Is this some kind of game? While most negative thoughts are being refused entry into the lovey dovey cotton candy fog of his mind, there is the tiniest worry that the other might just split on him.
In protest he plants a hand on either side of the sofa behind Dirk, attempting to box him in even though the other could still easily just shove him aside. ]
I ... I want you. I’ll die if you go.
[ He’s already dead, of course, but it certainly feels as if blue balls would kill him right now. ]