[It's overaffectionate, squishy, and fabulous. I love it! I'll pencil that in for next week, clearly. Well, I'll pencil it in when I have time, not right now, because . Well--just because.]

[twitching all over, way too overly pleased at your length--not for much of any reason other than it was really neat and great and awesome to know this was due in some part to me]

Oh--oh, Don-san.

[biting onto my lip, and my hips jerk a little at your touch, your hand soft and easy on my arousal. Inexperience gets me a lot of worries here--but I'm craving more and more of your touch, I can't hold myself back from the wanting, appreciative murmurs]

[I nearly melt into the gentle pressure of your fingers on me--instead, I'm just melting helplessly into the kiss you so graciously supply, drifting the backs of my knuckles over you while our lips touch. Your body is... really endlessly fascinating, just because it's you and yours and how lucky I am that we come from so far apart but this still feels beautiful and strange and excellent all at the same time]

[When my hand drifts up towards your fly, I hesitate, then just go back to touching you through the fabric of your pants, pads of my fingers dragging over you. I don't want to go too far or too fast for you. >:!]