Ah… what do I do… it feels so good.
I want him to touch me more…
"Aah… ahh… nn… Brother…"
Rafayel called out desperately, and Thomas responded without stopping his movements, "Hm? What is it?"
"Ah… Brother… it f-feels… good…"
When Rafayel said that, Thomas pressed his lips against his again while muttering with frustration, "Raffy… why are you so cute…? Are you trying to tease me…?"
His tone was laced with a hint of exasperation as he deepened the kiss once more.
Meanwhile, Thomas's right hand didn't stop, and from there came the wet, hurried sounds of his own eager movements.
"Mm… mm… mm."
Each time he was touched, Rafayel made sounds, but because he was being kissed, he couldn't vocalize properly.
Thomas murmured quietly, "Since this is a special occasion, I want to hear your cute voice," then he paused the kiss and began to stroke while licking his nipple.
"Ah… ah… no… it's… sending shivers through me…"
Rafayel felt so overwhelmed that tears welled up in his eyes.
