“Tsubaki…” Harold breathed against the flushed redhead’s neck, gently kissing him and running his hands along the others slender form, memorizing every little line and curve along the way. Finally they were alone after such a long day… finally he had Tsubaki to himself.
“I must admit…” He swallowed almost anxiously before continuing to speak, “I’ve been thinking about you all day and how much… how much I want you.”
“What is it… that you want me to do to you…?” He whispered, almost shyly, and could feel a blush creeping along his cheeks as his hand carefully slipped between the Hoshidan’s thighs, rubbing his rough, calloused palm against the redhead’s crotch cupped in his hands.