[Ah. There's no way he can reply to that when all he's thinking about is the feeling of it. Emotions and physical stimulation combined are overwhelming, and Eichi is left gasping against Midorima, his tied arms still looped around him, stuck in place. He curls them tighter, as much as he can, and his legs the same, but his whole body feels so hot, and pressed up against him like this, all he can smell are pheromones.
He moans, too, when Midorima manages to hit that spot deep inside of him so well. And then again, and again— his body trembles a little from the stimulation, and he presses an open mouthed kiss to the side of Midorima's neck, burying his noises there.]
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He moans, too, when Midorima manages to hit that spot deep inside of him so well. And then again, and again— his body trembles a little from the stimulation, and he presses an open mouthed kiss to the side of Midorima's neck, burying his noises there.]