[ ...Ah, her little performance in reaction to his touch and request are better than perfect. He could get behind an attitude like that and happily see his fill of pleasure from her alone, friend or otherwise. It's really heavy lust that needs satiating but there is also just something so intriguing to him to have her act this way for him. He feels... very special, for a lack of better description coming to mind in his hazy and otherwise muddled thought process.
He certainly finds it endearing as much as he does one more reason to fuck her at the end of this (—he just is currently thinking one way way more than the other. It'll ... even out later, no problem.), and her further actions are incredibly pleasing to feel as well as see.
As for how she looks from up here? It's a beautiful sight that he could be jealous over the idea of anyone else having the chance to see such. He remains quiet as he observes her body language and the way sight of her tongue teasing his cock before she gets into longer licks. She seems to be enjoying herself, at least, and that's just as important to him as her willingly acting. It's pointless if she's not having a good time doing this.
Her mentioning for him to not keep quiet pulls him out of his thoughts to directly focus on the situation. She wants to hear him? God, she's really like a guy demanding such a thing. It's only once he takes her hair into his hands, before ending with holding it by one while the other falls back to his side as he continues to watch, that he asks quietly about her desire. ]
Does that sort of thing help you get wet, then?
[ He rather likes the sounds of others but he's never been particularly vocal... at least, not normally. Admittedly there's been one or two that have made it so that he's screamed for them but... he likes not to think about it (Megumi absolutely does not need more ideas on how to try and get what she wants out of him).
...He also does not usually let anyone suck him off. He'd rather do it, rather control the pleasure including denial of it if he sees fit. And even rarer, should he let his partner do such a thing, does he allow it to go on long enough that he will actually start to feel anything strong enough that he loses his composure.
She's different, though, so she gets an exception. Masamune tries to keep it, of course, he tries to even stay quiet not so much to deny her as to the fact it's not how he's been groomed in the manner of sex.
—but when she gets to the point she starts swallowing him, that she starts moving her head forward and back while still making use of her tongue, he's completely fixated on the sight of her while on her knees. Women are plentiful. But, to find a foxy one like this on top of her being well aware of how to turn him on like flipping a switch is a different story. Masamune is shallow enough that lust of the physical body of his partner is important, but Megumi has pretty much everything.
... Everything including his willingness to let her have this control over him. In a way, he wants to give it to her just to show her she's important, that she's special he's willing to let her in. His grip tightens a little on her hair as it remains settled on her head while he watches.
However, he finds himself eventually having to look away despite his hand stroking her head encouragingly to continue. Eventually, his breathes will have turned more desperate with gasps and hitches more and more common. He honors Megumi's request by not bringing his hand up to cover his mouth but he does have his head turned and ducking shyly as it rests against the glass. It doesn't help calm his panting, however. Of course, it's impossible to avoid being seen by her from where she is and she'll find him flushed heavily and barely clinging to whatever control he has left to keep himself from being consumed by the pleasure he's being given.
Her tongue hits a particular spot that elicits a shiver-inducing pleasing feeling and his silence breaks with an attempted means to talk. ]
W— [ but the word is lost in an unintended moan. It isn't his usual low pitched acknowledgement things are feeling good, either.
It's higher pitched and far less restrained, slipping out completely against conscious thought. ]. Meg, wa—anh..! [ Goddamn it. His dignity wants her to stop to spare himself acting like this any further but his body really wants more— it's that same small part of him that tells him being dominated can feel fucking fantastic and insists that he actually loves that sort of thing more than any other type of sex.
It's frustrating and he actually hates that sort of suggestion but it's too late with it in more control of his action than either his rational or more sexually dominant persona. ] Ah... Mmh... [ his voice starts becoming more unrestrained the longer she keeps going until he feels he's getting way too close— ]
Stop, I'm— [ well it's obvious, he assumes, even without finishing the statement but he's well aware he's at her mercy (and who is he kidding, anyway? Of course he wants to— ]
no subject
He certainly finds it endearing as much as he does one more reason to fuck her at the end of this (—he just is currently thinking one way way more than the other. It'll ... even out later, no problem.), and her further actions are incredibly pleasing to feel as well as see.
As for how she looks from up here? It's a beautiful sight that he could be jealous over the idea of anyone else having the chance to see such. He remains quiet as he observes her body language and the way sight of her tongue teasing his cock before she gets into longer licks. She seems to be enjoying herself, at least, and that's just as important to him as her willingly acting. It's pointless if she's not having a good time doing this.
Her mentioning for him to not keep quiet pulls him out of his thoughts to directly focus on the situation. She wants to hear him? God, she's really like a guy demanding such a thing. It's only once he takes her hair into his hands, before ending with holding it by one while the other falls back to his side as he continues to watch, that he asks quietly about her desire. ]
Does that sort of thing help you get wet, then?
[ He rather likes the sounds of others but he's never been particularly vocal... at least, not normally. Admittedly there's been one or two that have made it so that he's screamed for them but... he likes not to think about it (Megumi absolutely does not need more ideas on how to try and get what she wants out of him).
...He also does not usually let anyone suck him off. He'd rather do it, rather control the pleasure including denial
of it if he sees fit. And even rarer, should he let his partner do such a thing, does he allow it to go on long enough that he will actually start to feel anything strong enough that he loses his composure.
She's different, though, so she gets an exception. Masamune tries to keep it, of course, he tries to even stay quiet not so much to deny her as to the fact it's not how he's been groomed in the manner of sex.
—but when she gets to the point she starts swallowing him, that she starts moving her head forward and back while still making use of her tongue, he's completely fixated on the sight of her while on her knees. Women are plentiful. But, to find a foxy one like this on top of her being well aware of how to turn him on like flipping a switch is a different story. Masamune is shallow enough that lust of the physical body of his partner is important, but Megumi has pretty much everything.
... Everything including his willingness to let her have this control over him. In a way, he wants to give it to her just to show her she's important, that she's special he's willing to let her in. His grip tightens a little on her hair as it remains settled on her head while he watches.
However, he finds himself eventually having to look away despite his hand stroking her head encouragingly to continue. Eventually, his breathes will have turned more desperate with gasps and hitches more and more common. He honors Megumi's request by not bringing his hand up to cover his mouth but he does have his head turned and ducking shyly as it rests against the glass. It doesn't help calm his panting, however. Of course, it's impossible to avoid being seen by her from where she is and she'll find him flushed heavily and barely clinging to whatever control he has left to keep himself from being consumed by the pleasure he's being given.
Her tongue hits a particular spot that elicits a shiver-inducing pleasing feeling and his silence breaks with an attempted means to talk. ]
W— [ but the word is lost in an unintended moan. It isn't his usual low pitched acknowledgement things are feeling good, either.
It's higher pitched and far less restrained, slipping out completely against conscious thought. ]. Meg, wa—anh..! [ Goddamn it. His dignity wants her to stop to spare himself acting like this any further but his body really wants more— it's that same small part of him that tells him being dominated can feel fucking fantastic and insists that he actually loves that sort of thing more than any other type of sex.
It's frustrating and he actually hates that sort of suggestion but it's too late with it in more control of his action than either his rational or more sexually dominant persona. ] Ah... Mmh... [ his voice starts becoming more unrestrained the longer she keeps going until he feels he's getting way too close— ]
Stop, I'm— [ well it's obvious, he assumes, even without finishing the statement but he's well aware he's at her mercy (and who is he kidding, anyway? Of course he wants to— ]