[Yuri's rewarded with a long, deep, thorough tonguing of his mouth this time, one of Iwai's hands settling on the back of Yuri's neck to hold him in place while he kisses the breath from his lungs. His body is caught between the desire to relax amid whirling jets of hot water and the ache spreading outward from his groin with every second he holds himself back from impaling Yuri on his dick, and all that tension gets poured into the kiss.
It's fun, though, this languid sort of start to things. Iwai rarely has to wait any longer than it takes to fling off his clothing before he's balls-deep in his partner - it's just the sort of sex people tend to want from him - so letting things build up slowly is novel in a way that really appeals to him.
Even if he does out the occasional impatient grunt into Yuri's mouth.]
Ngh... turn around... [He just wants to feel Yuri's ass on him, that's all. He's not gonna put it in yet.]
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It's fun, though, this languid sort of start to things. Iwai rarely has to wait any longer than it takes to fling off his clothing before he's balls-deep in his partner - it's just the sort of sex people tend to want from him - so letting things build up slowly is novel in a way that really appeals to him.
Even if he does out the occasional impatient grunt into Yuri's mouth.]
Ngh... turn around... [He just wants to feel Yuri's ass on him, that's all. He's not gonna put it in yet.]