Underneath the constant hum of lust is gratitude for Gen's cooperation. Doggy style and the like are poses he takes when he wants to be impersonal. Maybe there's some cozytime influence or just his genuine preferences but this isn't a drive-by orgasm; he'd like to talk to Gen tomorrow, too. Iroha's kiss strays all over Gen's skin without any thought to what sort of damp patterns he's leaving behind. He likes it, it's good, Gen feels nice right where he's got him.

"Mm. Thank you." He'd barely paid attention to the compliment he'd heard from others but at least he can say he's still got the skills. The kissing stops for him to talk but resumes with a nibble on Gen's earlobe. He's lost sight of their being in a garden under a compulsion.

Focused, he tugs down the briefs and feels more than sees the second Gen's cock is freed. He squeezes one hand back up his thigh, the brief left stretched across the muscle, and resumes jerking him off bare-handed. It isn't long before he slows and says, "Will you suck on my fingers?"