It felt as though Daisuke's body was tense, though the redhead could not really figure out why. Was it because it was who he, Strel, was, or was it because the blond was holding himself tense for some other reason. Strelein's mind was not thinking well at the moment; its attention was devoted to other thought processes. Even with the length in his mouth, the redhead managed to choke out a chuckle from around the phallic thing.
Then the blond thrust, the tension in his legs suddenly disappearing with that one move. Strel, though, gagged a little, uttering a choked sound for a moment before the length was forced out of his mouth. Hair pulled, which he did not appreciate all that much, the redhead was forced to rise to Daisuke's facial level. He gave the other male a very hard look, pulling himself free of the grasp on his locks. "Then lets accomodate each other," he countered, straddling over Daisuke, knees on the bed beside the blond's thighs. Tail waving, Strel positioned himself over the other male's member, daring him to force him down even though the tip was touching his rear. Moving a bit against it, the redhead responded to the kisses, letting out guttural moans.
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