"Do you like it?"
The gentle voice asked the question with its own answer.
He got no answer, and the person who came up to him gave him a light kiss.
Yukimura, who was satisfied even without the answer coming out of his mouth, moved closer.
Before the lips parted, he reached out with his other hand to press the back of the person's head closer, deepening the entanglement.
When he laid the person back on the soft bed, he did not forget to put the camera, which was in the way beside the bed, back on the bedside table.
The legs were spread apart under the vague squeezing force.
The buttons of the loose pajamas were easily opened.
The two beautifully colored lips intertwined made the breath wet and the air became hotter, as if they were in a different space from the snow-white scenery outside the window.
Karasuma Gaki looked at the clothes that fell on the floor in confusion.
"...what...isn't...um..."
The obvious direction of movement caught his attention.
"Ha...a..."
Occasionally, I would inadvertently brush against the soft hair of the raised legs.
The tingling sensation in his heart made him raise his hand and bite his own slender, fair fingers.
The thin sheet was tightly held in the trembling hands.
STi, who knew each other too well, made Karasuma Gaki lose strength quickly.
Maybe it's my natural restraint towards things.
Being——time.
Karasuma Gaki looked up and patted Yukimura's shoulder.
"Window...curtains..."
This is the second floor.
"Ah... No..."
Yukimura, who is usually gentle and submissive, is particularly tough in sex.
"a...ha...you another...刂......,"
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Karasuma Gaki, who normally doesn't sweat much, started sweating right at the beginning, and her fair and pretty face was flushed.
He hugged his lover's neck, inhaled and shook his head, insisting on closing the curtains.
"Well...no one will see."
"Um...no...pull, pull the curtains..."
"Pull up..."
During the difficult conversation, Yukimura was too nervous and stubborn to relax. Although he liked Karasuma Gaki very much, he was afraid of being too tough and hurting others, so he followed his advice.
Holding him up, the other person looked even more nervous and...
It almost made him lose his balance.
When the curtains fell, the person on the curtains whispered softly, "An--."
The curtains fluttered in a rhythmic pattern as the soothing voices and movements ceased.
Mixed with the groaning sound of the white-haired boy.
He tilted his head and pressed his lips against the cheek of the boy who was biting his shoulder and breathing softly, and pressed his lips against his cheek again and again.
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