[It's definitely easier to not think while V is touching him directly. He's still aware, still hates the way his voice is too high, the way he can feel himself hot and slick and wet and empty, but it's better now.
It's easier to lose himself in the touches, and that's what he needs.
So he throws his head back against the pillow, eyes clamped shut as he moans and tries to remember to pitch it lower when he can.]
Nii-san, more, a-ah...!
[He tells himself not to think about his body, or his voice, or what everyone else thinks he is. What matters, in this moment, is that V is touching him.]
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It's easier to lose himself in the touches, and that's what he needs.
So he throws his head back against the pillow, eyes clamped shut as he moans and tries to remember to pitch it lower when he can.]
Nii-san, more, a-ah...!
[He tells himself not to think about his body, or his voice, or what everyone else thinks he is. What matters, in this moment, is that V is touching him.]