[In an act of defiance, Ishimaru goes stone silent for all of maybe ten seconds. That's all he can manage, really, before the sounds he's bottling up tear themselves from his throat and give Oowada what he wants.
He rolls his hips upward to meet Oowada's, desperate for more contact, more friction, more anything as long as it feels this good.]
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He rolls his hips upward to meet Oowada's, desperate for more contact, more friction, more anything as long as it feels this good.]