Whimpering, Kuronue managed to cast his eyes around the room, and that only made it all the more difficult. Especially since Mamechiho had a hand down Kanae's skirt and several of the other girls weren't being the least bit discreet. He'd never before felt so utterly overtaken by want and need. The visual feast of not only Yukimura, but the girls as well, the way Yukimura bucked up into him, had him crying out, trying to speak and failing, the words more moans than anything resembling Japanese.
"Please," he gasped, leaning forward to rest his hands on Yukimura's shoulders. It took away the temptation to touch his cock, to come. "Oh gods, please, I can't..."
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Date: 2011-08-24 10:10 am (UTC)"Please," he gasped, leaning forward to rest his hands on Yukimura's shoulders. It took away the temptation to touch his cock, to come. "Oh gods, please, I can't..."