[ ugh. he hears jonouchi laugh and curses again, but there's nothing he can do to get back at him now. his back curves up off of the bed, all his muscles tightening at the sensation of a rough tongue slid beneath his foreskin. it takes all his willpower to keep from squirming in place, impatient to have more than just the hand moving over him, but all too aware that disturbing what jonouchi's doing will only make this take longer. it would feel unfair, if it weren't him who was doing all the work.
but he told him to lie back and accept it. he's not going to argue about something being given freely. ]
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but he told him to lie back and accept it. he's not going to argue about something being given freely. ]