[mitsunari's body responds remarkably quickly. under the deliberate touch he swiftly gets harder, and at the pressure he can't quite bite back a groan even with the discomfort.
he tries to concentrate on hades' words, but they don't make sense. he fixes his eyes on the ceiling and grits his teeth just long enough to focus.]
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he tries to concentrate on hades' words, but they don't make sense. he fixes his eyes on the ceiling and grits his teeth just long enough to focus.]
-- tell me what you wish of me.