[ The harder bite almost encourages him to be rougher, though the hand quickly stays that urge when it seems to be an apology, a quirk of inexperience. That's fine, because Basil already tangles himself closer, more firmly against him in a bid for friction as he rises.
And his voice. So sweet with the cadence of want that it almost melts him.
Almost.
Kazuya gives a soft chuckle, and another sweet kiss to the side of his mouth, breath ghosting over his lips as he speaks. ]
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And his voice. So sweet with the cadence of want that it almost melts him.
Almost.
Kazuya gives a soft chuckle, and another sweet kiss to the side of his mouth, breath ghosting over his lips as he speaks. ]
Please what?