It started in the ears and worked its way down, a full-bodied, shameless tingle. Those two words... he'd never get enough of them. With warm fingers far softer than his own, he was wrapped in her palm, and Kanji was for a breath lost; keenly aware that the present crisis had led to a stretch of self-neglect. He felt himself ache.
His fingers trembled as he got together the mackerel, continuing with his task. Prep it, dry it off, let it cook in a little olive oil and herbs... just enough to tenderize their meal and lead to a c-crispy... crispy...
Kanji whimpered as she stroked him, his mouth feeling unbearably dry as he scraped together the resolve to set the fish in the pan. He was so fuckin' glad he was working on something simple.
The sizzle could mask a softer groan, distant gaze falling closed as a hand moved to stroke one of her ears. There, like a little silvery pearl just inches from her lips, grew that warm pre-cum that wouldn't be long in threatening to run down along the length of his shaft.
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His fingers trembled as he got together the mackerel, continuing with his task. Prep it, dry it off, let it cook in a little olive oil and herbs... just enough to tenderize their meal and lead to a c-crispy... crispy...
Kanji whimpered as she stroked him, his mouth feeling unbearably dry as he scraped together the resolve to set the fish in the pan. He was so fuckin' glad he was working on something simple.
The sizzle could mask a softer groan, distant gaze falling closed as a hand moved to stroke one of her ears. There, like a little silvery pearl just inches from her lips, grew that warm pre-cum that wouldn't be long in threatening to run down along the length of his shaft.