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“Masaru, why are you closing your eyes?” Phuong asked, hands playing with parts of him he never thought would prove pleasurable.
The man in question let out a small complaint before opening his eyes. His eyes told him things that his body already felt. He was reclined comfortably between her legs, hands gripping the sheets while she played with his nipples. She was just lazily tracing them and he was already flustered. By the idea or the sensation? He couldn’t tell you.
Without waiting for an answer she lightly pinched them. He squeaked, a sound he never imagined he could ever make. She was making him discover something new each day. “W-Why are you doing this, dear?”
She tilted his lips towards hers, a warm flush taking place on his face as they kissed. “Because you’re cute.”
It wasn’t the first time she had called him cute, but it still felt foreign to him. He was used to being called things like graceful, tall, dark, and handsome. Not that those meant much to him. But when it was Phuong that called him cute, lovely, captivating, and embarrassingly enough sometimes, ravishing, he was at a loss for words. Never in offense, gods no, but something told him that if he tried to refute her claims she’d double down on her statements, and he wasn’t sure if his heart could hold out.
“That doesn’t explain anything,” he responded, readjusting himself in her embrace.
“It means that seeing you get lost in pleasure is a favorite pastime of mine. And finding new ways to do so is part of that,” she said as she played with the hem of his pants. His shirt was long gone and it seemed like his pants were soon to follow. “I love you and your stoneface, but I definitely hold this expression above that.” She turned his head to the mirror off to the side of the room and he quickly turned the other way at the sight of his less than proper expression.
“Now let’s give this part of you some attention, shall we?” Her hands tugged his pants to his knees and he kicked the rest off. Her hands rubbed his inner thigh while he leaned further into her warmth. “Ready?”
He nodded, taking a shaky breath in anticipation.
“Use your words, dear.”
His hands overlapped with hers, taking another breath. “Ready.”