[ Whether it was an excuse or not, Wataru feels partly grateful that his clothes are coming off, if not because the nervous sweat was already starting to stick to the fabric and it felt uncomfortable. Everett undresses him like a doll, baring his skin for only a pair of eyes to look at.
Wataru nods, resisting the urge to chase after Everett's lips when the kiss is broken, feeling himself get addicted to the sensations again.
He sits on the edge of the bed and watches as the faun takes care of his undergarments. His eyes divert from his own nether parts, but his hands reach for Everett's clothes. ]
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Wataru nods, resisting the urge to chase after Everett's lips when the kiss is broken, feeling himself get addicted to the sensations again.
He sits on the edge of the bed and watches as the faun takes care of his undergarments. His eyes divert from his own nether parts, but his hands reach for Everett's clothes. ]
Can I help...?
[ He wants to do his part, too. ]