Your fingertips on the lateral ridges of Date's ribcage will find the first treasure - he shivers, arching up and trying to get away, as he is, in fact, ticklish. His laugh is mid-tone, rapid, throaty.
His nipples are the next prize you'll find from there - the gasp and wriggle he makes then, losing his breath on the sound, are for an entirely different reason, definitely not ticklishness, and he arches against you, one leg parting yours only mostly by accident, and partially by deep instinct. Once there, he arches against you, until the heat of your groin on his thigh makes him pause, glancing down.
Then he stretches his arms, fingers spread and seeking. He reaches down to cup your ass and tug upward, angling you harder against his thigh. Muscle bunches hard under your sack as he shifts his balance, his leg strength lifting you, and your lips forming his name just demand to be kissed. He does, extensively, tongue seeking as far as he can go.
"Sh-Shingo," Date breathes, one hand on either side of your ass holding you up, keeping you on tiptoes against him. His heart is pounding.
"I'm--I'm afraid I can't be as considerate as you deserve." One of his hands slides from your ass to your cock, palming it roughly. "I feel--" He's starting to be alarmed, the adrenaline of his orgasm fading and leaving his mind calm enough to embrace the confusion of why he's acting like this, why he can't seem to stop.
Your fingertips on his skin distract him again, and his cheeks flush darker. He's lightheaded, and keeping his thoughts straight is getting increasingly difficult.
"I'm...I shouldn't," he tries, only able to make his words obey the second-guessing of his higher nature. The rest of him's quite busy rocking against you, his cock half-hard and pressed up against the bottom of your sack and the crack of your ass, trapped at a downward angle because of the intimately close press of your rock-hard cock and his palm against his own belly. He rubs you, slicking his palm with precome from your tip.
[Whoops gettin a lil srs here, sorry 'bout that, don't feel obligated to stay in srsville for long~]
His nipples are the next prize you'll find from there - the gasp and wriggle he makes then, losing his breath on the sound, are for an entirely different reason, definitely not ticklishness, and he arches against you, one leg parting yours only mostly by accident, and partially by deep instinct. Once there, he arches against you, until the heat of your groin on his thigh makes him pause, glancing down.
Then he stretches his arms, fingers spread and seeking. He reaches down to cup your ass and tug upward, angling you harder against his thigh. Muscle bunches hard under your sack as he shifts his balance, his leg strength lifting you, and your lips forming his name just demand to be kissed. He does, extensively, tongue seeking as far as he can go.
"Sh-Shingo," Date breathes, one hand on either side of your ass holding you up, keeping you on tiptoes against him. His heart is pounding.
"I'm--I'm afraid I can't be as considerate as you deserve." One of his hands slides from your ass to your cock, palming it roughly. "I feel--" He's starting to be alarmed, the adrenaline of his orgasm fading and leaving his mind calm enough to embrace the confusion of why he's acting like this, why he can't seem to stop.
Your fingertips on his skin distract him again, and his cheeks flush darker. He's lightheaded, and keeping his thoughts straight is getting increasingly difficult.
"I'm...I shouldn't," he tries, only able to make his words obey the second-guessing of his higher nature. The rest of him's quite busy rocking against you, his cock half-hard and pressed up against the bottom of your sack and the crack of your ass, trapped at a downward angle because of the intimately close press of your rock-hard cock and his palm against his own belly. He rubs you, slicking his palm with precome from your tip.
"Shingo."