[A scandalous thought: since Bedivere wore high collars, these marks were for Dazai's eyes only. And Dazai would get to see them every time Bedivere undressed to remove or put on his metal arm.
The marks on his neck were secondary to the delicious friction they achieved as their hips met, though. It helped encourage his dick to grow nice and firm, a solid rod of heat that pressed against Dazai through the fabric of the yukata. He had forgotten his modesty in the heat of the moment, which was probably good because the yukata was definitely starting to slide off to one side.]
Nnn...Dazai...
[It wasn't enough. It felt weird and good at the same time, but it wasn't enough to satiate his newfound hunger. So he let out a needy whine as he arched up against Dazai, trying to touch him with his full body.
Hopefully Dazai didn't mind a little noise, because Bedivere's heavy breaths felt like they echoed through the tiny apartment, pitching upward with each grind of their hips.]
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Date: 2020-11-14 06:20 pm (UTC)The marks on his neck were secondary to the delicious friction they achieved as their hips met, though. It helped encourage his dick to grow nice and firm, a solid rod of heat that pressed against Dazai through the fabric of the yukata. He had forgotten his modesty in the heat of the moment, which was probably good because the yukata was definitely starting to slide off to one side.]
Nnn...Dazai...
[It wasn't enough. It felt weird and good at the same time, but it wasn't enough to satiate his newfound hunger. So he let out a needy whine as he arched up against Dazai, trying to touch him with his full body.
Hopefully Dazai didn't mind a little noise, because Bedivere's heavy breaths felt like they echoed through the tiny apartment, pitching upward with each grind of their hips.]