The oni part of him made it difficult to line up words. These were the moments when its influence was on the strong side - he sure wasn't being graceful or charming, panting onto Gen's skin and luxuriating the sensation of his body tensing with pleasure. Gen hissed, spilled on his hand, and it did feel wonderfully right. The scent of it, the warmth, everything about the way that firm cock shot its load set him right up to do the same.

"Fuck," he said at last. Pretty eloquent, uh no. But it was a very heartfelt fuck of enjoying Gen's orgasm. Once the man started going to jelly Iroha didn't stay for long, although he appreciated the attempt. He quickly brought his hand around to spread and jerk off into Gen's seed, still holding him close. They might not know each other well but Iroha wasn't going it alone at the last second, he wanted Gen to feel what he'd done to his partner too. All the moans, getting less and less paced out, the obvious motion of his arm and softness of his loose hair going every whichplace when Iroha laid his head on Gen's shoulder.

"Aahn, hn.."

Gen's earlier question to himself received more evidence to examine when Iroha bit him, then came hard onto the backs of his thighs. Messily, very careless and maybe a little purposefully destructive of that heart-print.