[Almost reassuringly, his hands knead at the trembling thighs, but he doesn't tease Tonbokiri for it (not that he could like this). He knows what it feels like for this strange body to enjoy what it wants and to quiver for it.
The pace is languid; he doesn't try to waste his energy going at it like a show-off. Sure, easing down from tip to base is sort of show-offy, but there's no gusto in his movements. It's easy, his mouth and throat tightening when he draws back. The very hint of teeth catch on the head as he pulls away to breath.
He looks up at Tonbokiri through his lashes, asking, his mouth wet and lips red.]
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The pace is languid; he doesn't try to waste his energy going at it like a show-off. Sure, easing down from tip to base is sort of show-offy, but there's no gusto in his movements. It's easy, his mouth and throat tightening when he draws back. The very hint of teeth catch on the head as he pulls away to breath.
He looks up at Tonbokiri through his lashes, asking, his mouth wet and lips red.]