[Rinne gulps down a fear he didn't even know he had. Now that Ai's pointed it out, he can't deny how his throat dries up at the thought of having someone he could break. Now, he wouldn't do that. He'd never forgive himself if it did. But ever since he was a child, there had always been something so enticing about touching what he was told not to touch. You'll break it, they said. Then they trained him to make sure he could. And after all that discipline beaten into him, he still found himself gravitating towards what he could never be. Her petite frame in his strong arms. Her small hands on his huge cock. Her cute slit on his big, hungry mouth. He can't have any of it. He can look, but he's not allowed to touch. After all, even if Ai wasn't an idol and Rinne wasn't his father's son, at least she was still someone easy to love.
But that's why he loves this.
Against Rinne's back, Ai's tongue is wet and warm. He gasps.]
Oh, fuck.
[He shudders and keels over, forehead against the wall as he comes in hot, white ropes on the tiles. Shameless moans pour out of his mouth, which then turn into smaller, honest whimpers. By the time he's done, his breath is still trembling with the rise and fall of his broad shoulders. If she touches him anywhere else, he thinks he might collapse.]
... I think that's the second best thing you've ever done for me.
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But that's why he loves this.
Against Rinne's back, Ai's tongue is wet and warm. He gasps.]
Oh, fuck.
[He shudders and keels over, forehead against the wall as he comes in hot, white ropes on the tiles. Shameless moans pour out of his mouth, which then turn into smaller, honest whimpers. By the time he's done, his breath is still trembling with the rise and fall of his broad shoulders. If she touches him anywhere else, he thinks he might collapse.]
... I think that's the second best thing you've ever done for me.