[Well, he's already pretty close to getting the "can't think" down. Each thrust is another rush of pleasure, each just a little more intense than the last, and it's all Ishimaru can think about: the heat of Oowada's body, the filthy words being spoken to him, the want and the need for more.
His unbridled moans are more often than not incoherent, but every once in a while a single word will slip out relatively intact - Mondo, the name Ishimaru calls him whenever they're alone together, whether it's just to talk or something as intimate as this.]
no subject
His unbridled moans are more often than not incoherent, but every once in a while a single word will slip out relatively intact - Mondo, the name Ishimaru calls him whenever they're alone together, whether it's just to talk or something as intimate as this.]