That makes Iroha breathe a little heavier and decide the added insulation of head-to-toe sleepwear is too much to...bear.
He pulls the hood back and lets more of his long hair spill out, then returns for a grope of Gen's dick. There's nothing like the press of flesh in his palm but he's still got those heart-themed briefs on, so Iroha plays with it a bit, stretching the fabric tight over the head then swiping his thumb over the mangled red pattern. He doesn't say anything which is almost more of a sign of how aroused he really is than the outline of his own cock jutting up against the crack of Gen's ass.
As fun as it is to tease, Iroha doesn't. He strokes Gen with a confident firmness then follows along with breaking the mimicry attempt. As soon as he can guide Gen into leaning forward less, Iroha puts his mouth on the back of Gen's shoulder. If he can't kiss there's something missing; he acts hungry for the taste, ending with a soft moan.
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He pulls the hood back and lets more of his long hair spill out, then returns for a grope of Gen's dick. There's nothing like the press of flesh in his palm but he's still got those heart-themed briefs on, so Iroha plays with it a bit, stretching the fabric tight over the head then swiping his thumb over the mangled red pattern. He doesn't say anything which is almost more of a sign of how aroused he really is than the outline of his own cock jutting up against the crack of Gen's ass.
As fun as it is to tease, Iroha doesn't. He strokes Gen with a confident firmness then follows along with breaking the mimicry attempt. As soon as he can guide Gen into leaning forward less, Iroha puts his mouth on the back of Gen's shoulder. If he can't kiss there's something missing; he acts hungry for the taste, ending with a soft moan.