[When Crow feels Tsukikage's breath on his crotch, Crow shivers, half in anticipation and half in trepidation; he hadn't forgotten at all what Tsukikage had said about his mouth.
A low groan breaks past Crow's lips. What is that texture?
Crow's hips tilt upwards, angling his crotch better with Tsukikage's tongue. Leaning back on one hand, he uses the other to slide into top of his slit, using his fingers to hold it open.
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A low groan breaks past Crow's lips. What is that texture?
Crow's hips tilt upwards, angling his crotch better with Tsukikage's tongue. Leaning back on one hand, he uses the other to slide into top of his slit, using his fingers to hold it open.
An invitation.]