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" baby, please, " he breathes his plea against their thigh, forehead pressed against the soft muscle and arms loosely wrapped around their waist. " it's been such a long day. long and sucky. so let me... suck you? "
arata turns his head to peer up at them, laying his cheek on their thigh as he grins. he's way too amused by his choice of words. " come onnnn! you know how good i am with my mouth, and all i want is to use it on you for as long as you like. " longer, even. they should know very well by now how insatiable the bassist can be if kept unchecked. lifting his head to use the full force of his sweet, brown eyes, arata presses closer until his body is wedged between their legs and pressed against the edge of their chair. " please? " his hands find the top of their thighs, sliding down and up and back again. " please let me make you feel good? "