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Hizashi groaned so deep in his throat that he activated his quirk, the low rumbling clattering the cabinets in the kitchen. His body slick with sweat, he clutched the side of the couch, one leg sliding up and briefly kicking in the air. He stuffed the side of his hand in his mouth when he would have screamed, biting the skin but not breaking it... yet.
The pleasure was far too intense. He didn't understand how his girl could get him so excited with such simple touches, kisses. She always did, though. And now he had discovered something of a different nature about himself.
Elly's hands fluttered about his ribcage, barely touching the skin, darting here and there unexpectedly. Tickling him. And that wasn't all. When he had broached the subject earlier, he had been embarrassed but excited. He knew he liked her hands on him, and wanted a tease. What if they combined things? That's how this situation had come about, and his girlfriend now held him in her mouth as she tortured him elsewhere. The double stimulus was exhilarating.
Hizashi threw his head back, struggling, warring with intense pleasure that made him want to scream his throat raw. He also couldn't stop the occasional hysterical giggle.
"Yeek! Not there, not there!" He curled his toes, trying extra hard to stay still. They had already learned that his flopping around was not a good mix during oral sex. Elly grinned around his hard member, suckling the tip like he loved. She was lightly tickling his feet with her tail tips so her hands could be free. Her fingers reached up and began petting his wildly flexing abdomen. "Quit it!" His squeal was comical, and she may have laughed herself but his obvious pleasure was turning her on too much. She slipped his slick member out from between her lips, panting softly.
"I've got an idea, Zashi."
"M'wha?"
"Are you ticklish everywhere?"
"What - what do you ..." He squinted at her, trying to ascertain her meaning. His glasses had been taken off long ago as a precaution, so he couldn't see where her hands were reaching. "Oh." His eyes grew huge and shiny with unshed tears as he wheezed. "Ohhh nooooo," he breathed raggedly, in partial gasps. His hips bucked, the laughter finally escaping him in huge whoops that he couldn't bite back. She wormed her fingers around until what he always knew would happen finally did.
He hissed air out from between his teeth, whimpering. "Ohhhh my god, baby I'm gonna come so hard! Aah..!"
"Oops! Inside voice, Zashi!" She jumped up and silenced any cries he was about to make with a passionate kiss.
"Mmmnnn!" His hands pressed her to him and he rubbed frantically against her belly, the pleasure spurting out of him in several long, fluid bursts. "Ha... ah, shit, um. Ooof." He hugged her weakly in apology and then grimaced. "Ew, squish. I made a mess."
"I wore an old shirt. S'okay." It was her turn to laugh at his expression, and he slowly grinned back.
"Next time I'll remember that, too."
The pleasure was far too intense. He didn't understand how his girl could get him so excited with such simple touches, kisses. She always did, though. And now he had discovered something of a different nature about himself.
Elly's hands fluttered about his ribcage, barely touching the skin, darting here and there unexpectedly. Tickling him. And that wasn't all. When he had broached the subject earlier, he had been embarrassed but excited. He knew he liked her hands on him, and wanted a tease. What if they combined things? That's how this situation had come about, and his girlfriend now held him in her mouth as she tortured him elsewhere. The double stimulus was exhilarating.
Hizashi threw his head back, struggling, warring with intense pleasure that made him want to scream his throat raw. He also couldn't stop the occasional hysterical giggle.
"Yeek! Not there, not there!" He curled his toes, trying extra hard to stay still. They had already learned that his flopping around was not a good mix during oral sex. Elly grinned around his hard member, suckling the tip like he loved. She was lightly tickling his feet with her tail tips so her hands could be free. Her fingers reached up and began petting his wildly flexing abdomen. "Quit it!" His squeal was comical, and she may have laughed herself but his obvious pleasure was turning her on too much. She slipped his slick member out from between her lips, panting softly.
"I've got an idea, Zashi."
"M'wha?"
"Are you ticklish everywhere?"
"What - what do you ..." He squinted at her, trying to ascertain her meaning. His glasses had been taken off long ago as a precaution, so he couldn't see where her hands were reaching. "Oh." His eyes grew huge and shiny with unshed tears as he wheezed. "Ohhh nooooo," he breathed raggedly, in partial gasps. His hips bucked, the laughter finally escaping him in huge whoops that he couldn't bite back. She wormed her fingers around until what he always knew would happen finally did.
He hissed air out from between his teeth, whimpering. "Ohhhh my god, baby I'm gonna come so hard! Aah..!"
"Oops! Inside voice, Zashi!" She jumped up and silenced any cries he was about to make with a passionate kiss.
"Mmmnnn!" His hands pressed her to him and he rubbed frantically against her belly, the pleasure spurting out of him in several long, fluid bursts. "Ha... ah, shit, um. Ooof." He hugged her weakly in apology and then grimaced. "Ew, squish. I made a mess."
"I wore an old shirt. S'okay." It was her turn to laugh at his expression, and he slowly grinned back.
"Next time I'll remember that, too."
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