[He can't very well answer that with his mouth full like this. It's a rare moment where Eichi can't spew paragraphs despite wanting to, and he hums and moans in place of it. The way Dodger bucks up is more attractive than it has any right to be, even as startling as it is in his rhythm. He doesn't choke, but he gets offset, slows a little, curls his fingers over Dodger's stomach.
He's definitely turned on by now, and that leads to him performing even better. His pace picks up again, his mind forgets how far he's taking Dodger, and he breathes with it, dragging his fingernails lightly from his stomach down to his thigh, expressing that want all that he can.]
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He's definitely turned on by now, and that leads to him performing even better. His pace picks up again, his mind forgets how far he's taking Dodger, and he breathes with it, dragging his fingernails lightly from his stomach down to his thigh, expressing that want all that he can.]