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every comment would push him closer, even if his main goal was simply pleasing you.

"a-ahh," you cried, pressing your thighs against his cheeks. "think s-someone likes praise."

"nonsense, i don't – ah – need to be told i'm good..." he beamed, his ears now a bright red.

"mmm.. you're so good for me.."

his smile faltered as he rested his head on your stomach, trying to meet your gaze but failing.

you knew kyojuro got flustered. any romantic gesture brought blush to his cheeks – flowers, cards, hugs; you name it.

but you'd never seen him like tonight.

two of his fingers met your soaked folds before he pressed them inward. the extra warmth made you jolt – hands running hot even while being gentle.

"k-kyo!" you whined, tilting your head back in pleasure. "more! nghh – your fingers feel s-so.."

"so what?" he practically begged, eyes widening as he realized how close you were, pace quickening.

he begged with his whole body. position, fingers, the way he sped up with every compliment and sweet nothing.

his rhythm stuttered before you could even form the words.

there was no hiding it at this point; every action pointed to your words being the absolute ruin of kyojuro.

"t-they make me feel so full!"

a deep groan escaped his lips as he hid his face in your side, curving his fingers deeper while desperately peppering kisses along your hip.

"do they really, baby?" his voice cracked as he finally spoke, lips caught in his teeth as his hands stalled.

you nodded, biting into your own hand in some desperate attempt to compose yourself.

"i shouldn't need this.." he muttered, lifting his head to watch you, absolutely drunk on the lewd noises you made. loud squelching noises filled the silence and utter need that clouded the room.

"c-can you say it again?"

"hmm?"

"nevermind.. i should just focus on you.." he answered, mesmerized at the way you clenched around his fingers.

"no, tell me..," you commanded, his face now in a tighter grip.

his eyes darted back and forth from his fingers up to your gaze.

"that i'm doing a good job.." he tensed, body seeming to fight the way he wanted to give in.

a smile spread across your lips. "mmm," you giggled. "tell me exactly what you want me to say, baby."

he grumbled, embarrassed now as his chin rested on your hip. "that i'm your good boy."

his eyes drifted everywhere – lips, breasts, stomach, but he still seemed to shift at your stare.

you raised a brow.

would he really give up?

"say that i make you feel the best.. something, please!" he pled, pressing his cheeks into the grip you had on him.

"i really don't mind what you say... just let me make you feel good..." he sighed, a soft smile forming.

"please.. am i your good boy?"