He blinks down at Haruto, unable to hold his gaze for more than a couple seconds, even with the hand on his cheek. But when Haruto looks down his eyes are fixed on his expression, and watching Haruto's face as he touches him... It gives him goosebumps.
And then Haruto looks up, catches his gaze, and that plus the relief of having his sensitive parts released from a prison of denim causes him to tremble all over. He puts his hands on Haruto's shoulders and tries to rub his cock against his hand. But there are firelights and a mumble of voices not too far, and with his cock straining through the zipper of his now-open pants, he feels exposed. It's a little exhilarating but also scary.
He's again a little wary to break the spell, but he squeezes Haruto's shoulder and meets his eyes. "Can we... in the tent...?" Looking at him, like this, half-naked and intent beneath him, the idea that this might be the last straw is almost devastating. His eyes are almost puppylike as he rakes his gaze up and down Haruto's body.
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And then Haruto looks up, catches his gaze, and that plus the relief of having his sensitive parts released from a prison of denim causes him to tremble all over. He puts his hands on Haruto's shoulders and tries to rub his cock against his hand. But there are firelights and a mumble of voices not too far, and with his cock straining through the zipper of his now-open pants, he feels exposed. It's a little exhilarating but also scary.
He's again a little wary to break the spell, but he squeezes Haruto's shoulder and meets his eyes. "Can we... in the tent...?" Looking at him, like this, half-naked and intent beneath him, the idea that this might be the last straw is almost devastating. His eyes are almost puppylike as he rakes his gaze up and down Haruto's body.