[The softest of whines tumble from his lips when Azuma stops. Whatever he was doing with his tongue, he could do that all night and the blond wouldn't protest one peep. John tries to straighten up from that gradual slump that was slowly pulling him down. It takes him longer than he needs to to process the question, and then he nods.]
Yes. [John can try to behave, though he can't promise that he won't be a little rough. His grip relaxes in Azuma's ponytail somewhat before he lets go, fingertips trailing down to his cheek.]
Can I? [he asks somewhat belatedly, panting while he shifts ever so slightly in Azuma's now significantly warmer hand, rubbing the underside of the length of his wet cock against that soft palm.]
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Yes. [John can try to behave, though he can't promise that he won't be a little rough. His grip relaxes in Azuma's ponytail somewhat before he lets go, fingertips trailing down to his cheek.]
Can I? [he asks somewhat belatedly, panting while he shifts ever so slightly in Azuma's now significantly warmer hand, rubbing the underside of the length of his wet cock against that soft palm.]