It seemed as though Daisuke did not appreciate his gnawing on his lips, so the redhead stopped. But he dug his nails into his shoulders, growling out with the pace of the movement. Strel was no masochist or sadist, but if he knew what his partner would like, then he would act accordingly. That brief shudder at touching the scar down his thigh had been a hint, but clearly it was a hint in a different direction. Feeling his length touched like that, he groaned out, breaking away from the blond and arching his spine back.
It was seriously all instinct from here, which was a questionable thing to have. Homosexual instincts. Awesome. Strel suddenly stopped moving himself, pulling his hands free of Daisuke. He rose himself off of the blond, shuddering at the sensation. His knees felt stiff and as though they were beginning to bruise. Strel's breath was a bit heavier than before, though he gazed at the blond with no glimmer of shame. He turned around, crouching onto his knees on the floor, upper body laying forward. Basically, he was just presenting himself to Daisuke. That was more embarrassing, having his ass in the air like that with tail waving lightly.
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