[There's another of those purring growls, and Natsume's big, broad tongue slides out, gliding hot and wet from Junpei's thighs up over his stomach to his chest. Then again, leaving him messy, slick. It's gentle, though, no teeth, lingering over his boyfriend's bared skin. Natsume doesn't want to hurt him. He just wants to taste.
He's crouched over Junpei, like a predatory creature, his own arousal still hidden by all that fur. Longer, slicker, pointed and thick -- nothing Junpei can't handle, though. Another long, messy drag of his tongue, then Natsume manages in a thick, hungry voice:] Turn over.
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He's crouched over Junpei, like a predatory creature, his own arousal still hidden by all that fur. Longer, slicker, pointed and thick -- nothing Junpei can't handle, though. Another long, messy drag of his tongue, then Natsume manages in a thick, hungry voice:] Turn over.