He wanted to beg for more, loudly and persistently with all of his pleasure in his voice, but the only problem with that plan was his voice had become now totally useless. All he could manage were gasps of pleasure between fevered gasps of breath, coupled with the way he clung and writhed whenever Kusuriyuri found a tender spot.

He reciprocated the best he knew how, rolling his hips, sliding, clenching and moving with Kusuriyuri to try and give his lover the same pleasure. And, with the enthusiastic way Kusuriyuri was going about the business, he was sure that his answering motions did not go unnoticed. It was perfect.