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Arata isn't exactly a newbie to sex, but somehow Koutaro succeeds in making him flustered during it anyway. He's used to thinking things along the lines of “Damn, he's so hot” during sex, not “Damn, he's so cute, I wish I could get him pregnant so he can't leave my side.”
Massaging Koutaro's prostate and enjoying watching him squirm at the unfamiliar intoxicating pleasure. Arata tells him to call him by his first name and once Koutaro obeys he says, “Now that's my good boy” and Koutaro's heart melts.
Arata tells Koutaro how pretty his voice sounds when he cries, edging him agonizingly. But even so, when Koutaro begs for him to kiss him Arata doesn't even make out with him. He just tenderly kisses him. With tears in his eyes, Koutaro says “I'm so happy...I'm so happy you like me this much.” Arata falters in his teasing, in disbelief he's fucking someone so soft and sentimental it makes his heart ache.
He caresses Koutaro's face after, pushing his sweaty bangs out of his eyes and tells him, “It baffles me how the sound of your voice has left me speechless.” Koutaro smiles at him gently and holds Arata's hand to his cheek.