[Of course he expects Ro to finish him! To think, he was so nice as to wake him in such a pleasant way, why shouldn't he be fed?]
[But he is quite satisfied with the results. The purring mumble intensifies as Matoba's hair and ears are stroked, the light scrape of nails against his scalp calming, sending little jolts of pleasure down to the pit of his belly. That centerpoint is soon wrapped in a sleep-warm hand, broad and such a good fit around him, and his purr turns to a pleased grumble as he's stroked.]
[His hips rock lazily, slowly, into Ro's grip- lightly wet with pre, he knows just how to touch, pleasure blooming in him just as equally as from the stroke of his cock as from the lips kissing along his skin. Matoba turns his head after a few moments and captures those lips in lazy kisses, sucking against his lips. His thighs splay wider, rolling his sack against Ro's warm, spent body, every texture sending shivers to the tips of his fingers and toes.]
[He could come like this eventually- just fucking into Rokurou's hand, being slowly pet, cuddled, stroked, kissed. But his cock eventually strains with impatience, and an idea blooms in his fuzzy head. He crawls out of Ro's embrace to turn himself, and like the very same housecat that won't let you go back to sleep in the morning, he presents his ass to Rokurou's face expectantly, cock resting against collarbones and his hole front and center.]
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[But he is quite satisfied with the results. The purring mumble intensifies as Matoba's hair and ears are stroked, the light scrape of nails against his scalp calming, sending little jolts of pleasure down to the pit of his belly. That centerpoint is soon wrapped in a sleep-warm hand, broad and such a good fit around him, and his purr turns to a pleased grumble as he's stroked.]
[His hips rock lazily, slowly, into Ro's grip- lightly wet with pre, he knows just how to touch, pleasure blooming in him just as equally as from the stroke of his cock as from the lips kissing along his skin. Matoba turns his head after a few moments and captures those lips in lazy kisses, sucking against his lips. His thighs splay wider, rolling his sack against Ro's warm, spent body, every texture sending shivers to the tips of his fingers and toes.]
[He could come like this eventually- just fucking into Rokurou's hand, being slowly pet, cuddled, stroked, kissed. But his cock eventually strains with impatience, and an idea blooms in his fuzzy head. He crawls out of Ro's embrace to turn himself, and like the very same housecat that won't let you go back to sleep in the morning, he presents his ass to Rokurou's face expectantly, cock resting against collarbones and his hole front and center.]
[Breakfast is served?]